They KILLED LED ZEPPELIN!!
I wake up every morning to music.
Like many of you, I have other options for my wake-up protocol, but long ago I chose music, because the alarm my digital clock produces, where it indeed wakes me up, can also be used to guide ships through a dense fog, or in more dire circumstances, signal an air-raid to the entire city and most of the tri-state area.
The start it gives me and the jolt to my ticker no doubt takes years off my life, and it's no fun peeling myself off the ceiling every morning. So I chose classic rock for the job instead.
I like other kinds of music, too, but classic rock is the perfect medium range music for a wake-up. It's not too mellow that I fall right back to sleep, and it's not so angry that I want to turn cars over and light things on fire. It's just lively enough to get my feet tapping, and to get me into the bathroom for my morning drain.
Oh, and I don't have an iPod.
I know how cool they are, and I really want one, but every time I think I'm ready to make the purchase, I hesitate, because I hear of a new model coming out that not only is the size of your fingernail and holds a billion songs, but can do your taxes and baby-sit your children for you. (I understand by Christmas, the thing will be able to land the space shuttle and solve the traffic problems in LA.)
At any rate, I'm relegated to my collection of CDs, the Internet, and the radio for my music consumption. Unfortunately, CDs have become clunky and cumbersome (who would have thought), and management frowns heavily upon streaming audio and video through the T-1 lines at work, so I'm left with only free FM radio.
As you might have guessed, due to my circumstances, I'm exposed to a lot of classic rock. And I discovered something unsettling today in regard to that.
Now, I only have a few CDs in my car, so when I drive I flip around the radio dial, trying to avoid commercials and idiot morning jocks. One of the stations I frequent is, of course, a local classic rock station. On my way to work today, the classic rock outfit in question played a Led Zeppelin tune, and I reached up without thinking, and changed the station.
Let me repeat that: I reached up without thinking, and changed the station!
A few minutes later it dawned on me. I suddenly realized that I don't like Led Zeppelin anymore. And then a few minutes after that, I realized why.
Classic rock stations have played their music to death. Every song, over and over and over and over again. They have killed Led Zeppelin!
Did you ever see the movie Cast Away where Tom Hanks finally makes it back to civilization, and at his Welcome Home party they serve crab? Remember his face when he looks at that platter full of crabs? Well, that's how I look now when I hear a Zeppelin song.
Zeppelin has become the "Fredo" of my rock 'n roll family. They mean nothing to me now.
Like many of you, I have other options for my wake-up protocol, but long ago I chose music, because the alarm my digital clock produces, where it indeed wakes me up, can also be used to guide ships through a dense fog, or in more dire circumstances, signal an air-raid to the entire city and most of the tri-state area.
The start it gives me and the jolt to my ticker no doubt takes years off my life, and it's no fun peeling myself off the ceiling every morning. So I chose classic rock for the job instead.
I like other kinds of music, too, but classic rock is the perfect medium range music for a wake-up. It's not too mellow that I fall right back to sleep, and it's not so angry that I want to turn cars over and light things on fire. It's just lively enough to get my feet tapping, and to get me into the bathroom for my morning drain.
Oh, and I don't have an iPod.
I know how cool they are, and I really want one, but every time I think I'm ready to make the purchase, I hesitate, because I hear of a new model coming out that not only is the size of your fingernail and holds a billion songs, but can do your taxes and baby-sit your children for you. (I understand by Christmas, the thing will be able to land the space shuttle and solve the traffic problems in LA.)
At any rate, I'm relegated to my collection of CDs, the Internet, and the radio for my music consumption. Unfortunately, CDs have become clunky and cumbersome (who would have thought), and management frowns heavily upon streaming audio and video through the T-1 lines at work, so I'm left with only free FM radio.
As you might have guessed, due to my circumstances, I'm exposed to a lot of classic rock. And I discovered something unsettling today in regard to that.
Now, I only have a few CDs in my car, so when I drive I flip around the radio dial, trying to avoid commercials and idiot morning jocks. One of the stations I frequent is, of course, a local classic rock station. On my way to work today, the classic rock outfit in question played a Led Zeppelin tune, and I reached up without thinking, and changed the station.
Let me repeat that: I reached up without thinking, and changed the station!
A few minutes later it dawned on me. I suddenly realized that I don't like Led Zeppelin anymore. And then a few minutes after that, I realized why.
Classic rock stations have played their music to death. Every song, over and over and over and over again. They have killed Led Zeppelin!
Did you ever see the movie Cast Away where Tom Hanks finally makes it back to civilization, and at his Welcome Home party they serve crab? Remember his face when he looks at that platter full of crabs? Well, that's how I look now when I hear a Zeppelin song.
Zeppelin has become the "Fredo" of my rock 'n roll family. They mean nothing to me now.
posted by Sam Ogden at
11:11 AM
1 Comments:
So true! I also find myself changing the station when Zep comes on. That's pretty f'd up. I share your sorrow.
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Bret LeCamus, at 3:20 PM
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