My immediate neighborhood had a lot of old people and very few school-age children. There was me; my brother; a kid who would've been diagnosed with severe ADHD in today's world; and a boy with sketchy parents and a knack for petty crime. As a result, my brother and I spent a lot of time on our bikes, riding to other neighborhoods -- when we weren't jumping in and out of our above-ground pool like maniacs. The pool could be the loudest spot around, but it also could be the most inconspicuous. More on that in a minute.
Although there was a shortage of tykes, our block did have two households with high-school girls. They were social, but generally low-key; if they partied, it most often was elsewhere. (Probably because of all the old people in the vicinity. Some of those geezers had itchy trigger-fingers when it came to calling the police.) But occasionally, one girl's parents would throw a big bash. Once they hired a country/rock cover band. There almost always were people on Harleys. My family never attended. It's complicated.
Anyway, one party really sticks in my mind because it was obviously the girl's birthday, and the family rented a really loud jukebox. It wasn't a stodgy thing, either: If I remember correctly, it was the summer of '83, and that thing was stocked with Men At Work, the Greg Kihn Band, "Der Kommissar," Eddy Grant, "The Safety Dance" -- y'know, basically everything that was important to a pubescent, awkward, pause-tape-making,* Billboard-chart-watching nerd like me. (By 1984, I'd made the transition to weightier fare like Purple Rain, The Unforgettable Fire and, uh, 1984. Hip-hop, college rock and heavier metal were totally 1985.)
Anyway, I distinctly remember being relatively alone that evening. One parent was probably out with my brother. The other was probably doing something around the house. I was alone outside on the patio -- where I could be seen -- when I realized that this glorious cheese-pop onslaught was not coming from an FM station, but from some other, more selective source. Instead of crossing the lawn, saying hello, grabbing a soda and joining the party, I did the only sensible thing: I slipped into the pool, where I could sit with my head above the water but below the rim. Unseen, I mentally catalogued the hits until the sun started to go down. When it was darker, I climbed out and went inside.
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*pause tape: A cassette of songs made by listening to FM radio on a boombox and pressing "Record" whenever a prized tune is being broadcast. "Pause tape" nostalgia is particularly strong in hip-hop. But the technique also was ubiquitous in my white-and-suburban social circles during middle school.
"I slipped into the pool, where I could sit with my head above the water but below the rim. Unseen, I mentally catalogued the hits until the sun started to go down. When it was darker, I climbed out and went inside." LOL that sounds like some sort of science fiction movie about you being an alien from outer space on Earth to catalogue the music...
I was just listening to Eddie Grant the other day and it hit me how "tough" sounding some of his songs are. He is of course a leather jacket wearing rocker. He's got that swagger hidden in most reggae.
And what about when one was making those radio tapes and got all happy when there was a particular good stretch of songs? I had a tape that had some of those hits beatmatched (before CDs and quantasized beats) into each other, things like "Down Under" going into ""Rock this Town." Some of it was so perfect that if I heard one song on the radio later on, in my head, it had to go with the one on my tape.
Posted by: Jorge Banales | August 25, 2008 at 22:57
Lovin' these stories, JW.
I made plenty of "pause tapes," too, but it was always a bummer to get your favorite new song on tape with the first 10 seconds either cut off or ruined by a DJ's stupid commentary.
Posted by: Mike | August 28, 2008 at 23:04
pause tapes started everything for me......mixing , producing....makin tapes for chicks.....thats what it was all about...and in 86 my pause tapes sounded better than my mixes today and now I have better equipment......i guess it was sort of a spontaneous and very new thing at the time.....take me back to that place in time
Posted by: roobix | April 04, 2009 at 02:29