This past weekend, the singer of my band Larry Banilow guested on WAAF during the local show hosted by the lovely Carmelita.
The appearance was all sorts of wrong. I was listening from home, laughing the whole time and occasionally wondering aloud “Can you say that on the radio??” The appearance preceded the premiere of our primo dancepop pressing of Yngvie Malmsteen’s “I Am A Viking,” and the whole package apparently prompted some prickly calls.
However, the point of this is not to tell you about my band.
When I was 15 in South Jersey, I used to listen to this metal show on WYSP Philly on Saturday nights. It was hosted by this guy “Mean” Ed Green, and this was where I first heard Metallica and many other bands. Laying in the dark with headphones on, still my favorite way to hear music.
Every so often there would be this band that would visit Mean Ed on the air, talk for awhile and be generally and very offensively strange. They were called The Bloody Stools, a name that I found funny but didn’t get at all at the time. They probably played some of their music, too, but their appearances are what I remember. Always cringe-inducing and very funny, at least to the 15 year old me.
And now here I am, partially responsible for a similar bizarre thing up here in Boston and thinking maybe I’m continuing this strange circle in a way.
But things are so different now technologically. I mean, I didn’t even listen to the radio broadcast the other night on a radio. I streamed the broadcast from my computer, which oddly meant that I was hearing the very first radio broadcast of a song I produced through the very same speakers I produced the song through.
Nowadays the local 15 year old has not only the local terrestrial radio to listen to but has virtually any radio station in the world via internet radio plus his or her iPod, countless Myspace band sites, Pandora and how many other options to listen to new or favorite music.
So the chances are possibly lessened that some 15 year old around Boston was hearing me on his headphones like I heard The Bloody Stools in Philly when I was 15. But at the same time, there may be some 15 year old in Quebec, Mexico City, Tokyo or even Philly that heard it. And maybe he or she will end up twisting some minds later on down the line.
It’s a warm and fuzzy feeling.