It’s 1976 – You Live In L.A. – You’re A Teenager – You Are Weathering The Endurance Test Called High School –
1976. Aside from being the year of the bi-centennial, 1976 also marked your Junior year in high school. Like most of your friends, in fact just about everyone you know, High school is one long endurance test. It’s endless, relentless and constant. Even your teachers are tired of seeing you around all the time. Weeks take forever and weekends are gone in a split second – why is that? You’re a month away from getting a car – so what if it’s a 1962 Plymouth Belvedere – at least it’s wheels and you didn’t have to pay for it. It did belong to an old guy and the car smells of cigars – it’s beige and it’s automatic and it’s got 20,000 miles on it. You’re not getting laid in that car – you can feel it in your bloodstream. But it will get you places. You want to go places – that’s your problem; you can’t get anywhere unless it’s on a bus, or one of your friends – or your dad. That might explain why you haven’t had a serious girlfriend since the 10th grade. Well . . .she wasn’t really serious, but neither were you – you went steady for two weeks. At the time it seemed like forever; like you were a married couple. Come to think of it, she used to call you “my old man” and you used to call her “my old lady” – but everybody used to do that. They still do.
But right now, right this second, it’s getting through the week and the next and the next and the next – lucky for you there are tunes and a radio and you have friends and you’re all in this together. You wonder if you’ll see them after graduation.
That’s a thousand years off.
And if you were in L.A. and had an AM radio, you might have been listening to KIIS – just to refresh your memory, here’s an hour of KIIS from April 30, 1976 – just as it happened.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.