Allow me to briefly entertain you with an AMAZING snippet of audio that has achieved legendary status among my tribe.
Context: several years ago (could it be 10 already?), I was recording with my-then band at a fine local studio. The engineer had a crazy tape of what sounded like a commercial (and I use that word loosely) for a hair salon. It slayed us on the spot, but also made us uncomfortable, because we were essentially laughing at old-school African-American patois. Was there a racist tinge to our amusement, or was this shit just really funny?
I still haven’t solved that particular riddle, but I never forgot the tape. Nor has anyone else in the band. Despite the years and the geographic distance between us, we can pretty much recite the script wholecloth. I actually called the frontman the other morning, compelling him to do the routine on speakerphone. He happily obliged.
When I was a kid, there were no VCRs, so if you saw an awsome movie in the cinema (like, say, Star Wars),
you had to put your brain on record so you could cherish it later. Same
kinda deal here. None of us thought we would ever hear this thing
again, so we burned it into our synapses through oral repetition.
In other news, there’s a new documentary about Hunter S. Thompson that opens ont the Fourth of July, of all days. It’s by the dude who made the Enron flick, so it’s probably worth a damn. Plus it’s narrated by Johnny Depp (big suprise), and he’s soooooo dreamy. . .