KTNQ-AM – September 1977 – Gordon Skene Sound Collection –
You knew it was happening, you could feel it in your bloodstream. Suddenly, the world doesn’t seem as bleak and relentless as it did only a day ago. You woke up this morning laughing – even the dog noticed. Your mom said you were laughing in your sleep, she could hear you down the hall. This is a whole new you. Something clicked – something just told you to lighten up, but in a big way.
Your friends are nervous – they don’t understand. They think its that new dope that’s going around; two tokes from one joint and it makes you laugh a lot. It’s not that – you don’t smoke dope anymore, haven’t huffed in months, stopped taking Black Beauty’s, stopped snorting. Your girlfriend asked if you were having a nervous breakdown. Nope – you just woke up and decided you weren’t going to be miserable anymore – you had this dream. A voice told you; your destiny was to be Class Clown – simple as that; class clown.
The School nurse asked if you had any falls recently; hit your head on anything? Or did someone in your family die, like a relative or the family dog? Do you hear voices? Do they talk to you a lot, or just during certain times in the day? Are the voices telling you to do anything else, like anything having to do with sharp objects, knives or guns?
Nope – you just decided that someone needed to be the designated Class Clown and it was destined to be you.
And nobody believes you.
Maybe you’ve just overdosed on Disco.
To get an idea of just how schizo the 70s were – here is a sample of KTNQ-AM from September of 1977 – flip the dial over to FM; KROQ or KLOS and you’ll hear a whole different world going on. It could make you crazy – but it could also make you not take anything seriously – at least for a while; maybe until the 80s.
Welcome to the modern world.
Editors Note: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.