“Well. So….what was that?” wondered Cocoa aloud, the sun marking stark shadows across the deck. Uncle Ank, off in the distance playing catch with the dog in between his pruning of the apple trees.
I fiddled with the cart, making sure that it had re-cued. It was a rather long recording for a cart, clocking in at about six minutes. “Hearing that was a disorienting blast from my past,” I offered as an answer wondering how old the recording had to have been.
“So, do you know this RockRock person? And what does the photo have to do with this….” asked Cocoa.
“Well, sort of, ” interrupting so as not to get sucked down the rabbit hole of the photo “Ya see, back in the day I worked a few non-commercial stations; in New York, Boston and Middle America. This guy sounds pretty familiar but the degredation of the tape is muckin’ with my memory, it’s throwing me off a bit. It could have been a very good friend of mine using an alias. And the tape warble is weird, too….Ya know, the whole alias alternate name thing that is the norm these days with so many folk in the online world was pretty much confined to terrestrial broadcast radio back then. Of course way back to the dawn of broadcast radio there were stage names and ghost writers but with radio, the first mass electronic media, fake names or alias were really something different. The alive quality, the live broadcast nature of the medium coupled with the intimacy of the audio-in-the-ear of the listener really shifted persona-frontin’ to a whole new realm….”
“Mr. Radio Historia-Phila-Dr.-Ya-Know, could you just answer the question! Who is this guy?” huffed Cocoa, her shades hanging low on her nose, eyes and super long lashes blinking expectantly and tiredly.
“Oh, yah. Right. I’m not sure….”
“Blaaaah! Ok. So, do you have any idea….Wait check that question. How about, will you be able to figure out who and what and why this recording was dropped here? I mean it was literally airmailed. And was that an Eno track followed by Firesign?”
“What? Well, maybe. I’m sorry but I kinda spaced out there. Hey could you cover up so we can really give it another listen,” I said as I reminded myself to focus on the musical content a bit more, as I pushed the forward arrow, wondering how I was going to explain all of this.