jon_chaisson: (Tunage)
I came to a sad realization yesterday--a lot of the old cassettes of stuff I've taped off the radio back in the early to mid 80s have started (or are well on their way to) demagnetizing and fading away into nothing. That's the one downside to magnetic tape, really...with age and repeated listening, the little magnetic bits that make up the surface of the tape start realigning themselves and the sound that's been recorded on it starts getting cloudier and fainter, until it becomes nothing but faded white noise. Some of the tapes are just fine, however, and that's most likely due to the fact that these were higher-end tapes. Most of the earlier ones were cheap knock-off tapes bought at a stationery store or elsewhere that didn't even have a Norelco box (its case) packaged with it. You get what you pay for when you buy the good stuff at Radio Shack for $2.99 a tape versus $1.99 for a pack of three no-name brand wrapped in plastic.

I suppose the worst part of this, which really isn't all that bad, is that I won't ever be able to listen to the jabber of the deejays in between songs, or the random commercials that I so rarely taped alongside. The good thing is that, even at a young age, I was enough of a completist/collector that I wrote down the track listing. I now have a binder that has nearly all my compilations and radio tapes from over the years, so if I so desire, I can recreate the playlist as an mp3 compilation on my computer.

This, in fact, is what I've been doing for some time now. I just recently finished recreating the compilations from 1988 to the present (and created a few new compilations just this year). Now I'm working my way backwards, recreating the playlists from 1987 back to 1983--the earliest of the compilations that I made myself that I can find.

In preparing myself for this yesterday, I surprised myself by noting just how many radio tapes I'd made between 1985 and 1987. I'd always thought the highest was 1989, which included many college radio tapes (nearly all on mp3 now) and compilations I'd made and those Chris had made at the same time...but 1985-1987 makes sense, because that was the Era of Listening to Commercial Radio for me. I'd started taping off the radio regularly in 1984, but it really picked up the next year.

Another thing that I find interesting is that, nearly all my mp3s are date-tagged down to the month and day of release, I can further narrow down when these tapes might have been made. For instance, I'd created a tape that I thought had been made during late summer, but was actually more like mid-October due to a few songs that hadn't been released until then.

This, in particular, I find fascinating because it further puts my memories into some semblance of order, and it also helps me figure out more of what I want to write about for Walk in Silence. It's quite interesting to see things in chronological order and compare what else was going on and what else had been released at the time. I came to the realization that I'd finished my John Hughes knockoff screenplay One Step Closer to You just a few weeks before Depeche Mode's Music for the Masses came out, even though the music I shoehorned into the screenplay was dated somewhat earlier.

So I'm not entirely sad that some of these tapes are slowly disintegrating with time. It's sad that I won't ever be able to listen to them again, but thanks to my ever-present nerdiness in creating music lists, I can still recreate them digitally, minus the deejay chat.

Weekend

Jan. 29th, 2011 09:41 am
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Feeling better today, thankfully...though strangely my chest hurts, I think because of the copious amount of coughing over the last three days (and the fact that I've had terribly bad posture when sitting down for work lately), so I must have strained something in the process. Still, glad that the cold is now pretty much just in my sinuses, a sign that it should be going away soon. My head no longer feels like two balloons, I'm happy to say.

Other than that...I have unfortunately stumbled upon VH1 Classic playing '80s Videos A-Z' this weekend, and you all know what a sucker I am for countdowns and A-Z playlists like this...so I may need to be forced off this couch at some point to do other things. They're at the tail end of E right now (they just played Madonna's "Express Yourself"--I'd forgotten how good of a song that actually is), so I'm curious as to what will make the cut.

As for writing...I definitely feel up for getting some work done today, so I'll see what's on the schedule and go from there. More on this later.
jon_chaisson: (Smiths William)
Earlier this week, while thinking about my Walk In Silence project, I was thinking of some of the music I remember hearing in the early to mid-80s that got me interested in the (now-named) alternative genre. It occurred to me that it wasn't 120 Minutes that fueled it first, but a show that had been on a few years before it began in '86: Night Flight on USA Network. It wasn't so much a show as it was overnight programming that started at 11pm or so on Fridays and Saturdays and went on until 3am. This was the ultimate show in strange and weird things, such as 50s camp movies, 2001: A Space Odyssey, uncensored Duran Duran videos, and so on. They'd do an hour or a half-hour's theme of something such as the music videos of director Zbigniew RybczyƄski (he of the famous Art of Noise video) or something like that.

One of the strangest things that's stayed in my head, and come to think of it, probably one of the earliest post-early-'we-play-anything'-days-of-MTV examples of alternative music in my mind, was a then-obscure Aussie band called Hunters & Collectors, which I believe was part of a themed show of Australian bands (and yes, they'd played Split Enz as well). I remember this video clearly, especially for its imagery:

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Man, talk about an abundance of that 80s arm-swing dance!

I used to love this song back in the day, it just ROCKED. Hearing it now, I can't help but think that Living Colour owes a tremendous debt to them (in fact, I think singer Corey Glover has in fact given them a shout-out in the past). Goofy, pro-American and pro-blue collar (yet not quite Reaganesque, come to think of it), and a hell of a lot of fun.
jon_chaisson: (Smiths William)


I used to LOVE this song back in the mid-80s...I had the extended remix 12" of this song at one point.

And MAN, that pompadour is KILLING me...O_O
jon_chaisson: (Smiths William)


I believe this was one of the first videos I remember watching on 120 Minutes either late '86 or early '87.
jon_chaisson: (Smiths William)
[This is a sorta-crossposted shoutout I originally posted on Facebook. This is the longer LJ version that goes into further detail, which will also be x-posted to FB, so sorry to the FBers who are seeing this twice.]

I'm in the midst of research for a non-fic book called Walk In Silence about 80s college radio (rough timeline, 1982-1991...basically post-New Wave to pre-Grunge)--the genre/era that would become today's alt.rock that we all know and love. I posted notes and ideas about this project here awhile back, but the main objective here is that I wanted to write a non-fic book about the era of alternative rock that changed my life and became an obsession, and how it came about, and how it influenced others, and how it's changed over the years.

At this point I've got quite a few short snippets of memories and history on hand that I could build upon, but most of them are pretty much from my own point of view. What I'd like to do is get some other people's ideas, memories, and thoughts, and compare how this music genre affected others aside from myself. I would also like to get a decent grasp on the history of the genre as well as the mindset of the time. That will most likely be my heaviest bit of research to be done.

I want to avoid writing too much about the "scenes" (that is, place-specific music scenes like New York, Boston, Seattle, etc., as well as subgenre-specific, such as goth/hipster/indie/etc.)--there are quite a few books on them out there already. This is more along the lines of a Nick Hornby/Rob Sheffield/John Sellers type of book.

Would anyone be interested in being interviewed about it (their knowledge, love of it, memories of it, how it changed their lives, etc), or perhaps know of college radio djs of that era as well that could supply radio-centric history/info? If anything, I would be emailing you a short(-ish) questionnaire regarding on how you came upon this genre, favorite bands, fond memories of songs/albums/etc., things like that. I may follow up with other questions, but for now I'll keep the questions and things relatively short and easy.

If anyone's interested, or know of anyone who would be interested, please let me know by commenting here or dropping me an email at joncwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com.


Thanks!
jon_chaisson: (Smiths William)
WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE TELL ME MAX HEADROOM WAS COMING OUT ON DVD?!??

I am SOOOOOOOOOOO happy about this... :D :D :D :D


And while I'm on the subject...

jon_chaisson: (Smiths William)
Okay, who else besides me remembers this little ditty from the early 80s?



And yes, as a matter of fact that is Meat Loaf as the couch potato. ;)



Check out the alternate version, chock full of famous people:
jon_chaisson: (Tunage)


Yet another random song that popped into my head today...and it just occurred to me just how much late-90s Blur sounds like this song...
jon_chaisson: (Athol sign)
(This is an experiment that I'm trying right now...most of my poetry has either been in akin to song lyrics or stream of consciousness thoughts. This is the first time I'm actively trying to get some kind of narrative into my poetry.)



Intro:
At thirty-nine I'm trying not to yell
at the kids to get off the lawn.
Not that I have one at the moment,
but point being--things aren't like they used to be.

I:
Back in the day,
I'd use those mottled black-and-white notebooks
to let out my frustration and anger at the world.
A bedroom revolutionary, a nonconformist in my own mind,
Thinking myself better than the jocks and the popular kids
(Screw 'em if they won't include me, if they don't like me!)
by embracing my intellect and my creativity.

Back in the day we didn't have the internet,
We didn't have Facebook or Twitter or the blogosphere
to vent our frustration with half-assed indignation.
Our problems were our own and not everyone else's,
except when we befriended similar lost souls.
We held it back, we kept it to ourselves, and moved on.


II:
Back in the day,
there was that elusive college radio station,
the one I found by accident back in '86,
the one that only came in on a good day during the school year.
By the time I was a junior, the station was ubiquitous in my bedroom--
on when I was getting ready for school, on when I got home,
when I did my homework, when I was writing or drawing or reading.
We thought college DJs were the coolest people, and we wanted to be them.
They were us, they were who we wanted to be.
I taped their sets off the radio, songs that were hard to find.
I borrowed albums and tapes from my friends,
dubbing them on blank cassettes we bought at the Radio Shack.
We were obsessed with music, our music.

Back in the day we didn't have a thousand different stations,
podcasts and feeds all ready to be streamed,
all of them alternative and yet all playing the same playlist.
We didn't have music blogs and file sharing,
with every single release awaiting a questionable download to my PC.
We were obsessed, but we were never this obsessed.

III:
Back in the day,
I wore the green trenchcoat of my friend's grandfathers',
my walkman in one front pocket and cassettes in the other.
I wore that Smiths tee-shirt I bought at Main Street Music,
probably more often than I should have, clean or not.
I let my hair grow away from that dreadful 80's spiky 'do,
because I chose to wear what I wanted to wear,
look how I wanted to look.

Back in the day we understood we were outcasts,
and reveled in that fact. We forgave our detractors.
We never saw the need to protect our own,
because we never saw the need to kill the poseurs.
We sought peace in a troubled world, that was all.


IV:
Back in the day,
we understood the meaning of a Cold War and the meaning of anger,
because we'd grown up with it.
We knew firsthand about making do with what we had,
and making do with not being able to reach any higher than we could.
We were fine with that, as long as we respected our creativity
and our sense of self, our sense of belonging.
As long as we knew we weren't alone, it wasn't so bad.

Back in the day we didn't feel lost in a global world,
unable to unplug and unable to stop feeding ourselves with information,
knowing--or seeming to know--more than we ever thought we would or could.
We might have wanted the world to be a smaller and more accessible place,
but we never thought it would become this overdriven, or this insane.


Outro:
If there's anyone to blame, it's myself.
I could easily back away at any time, away from this car crash of life,
because I'm the only one who can control the intravenous brainfeed.
If there's anyone to blame, it's myself,
in this big and terrifying world.

If there's anything to be done,
it's done now, on my own, on my own time,
from my own heart and from my own mind.

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