Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I had a digital clock radio. Often, and on some occasions earlier than most, I'd get in bed, set the timer for 2-4 hours, and lie there in the dark listening to Alison Steele or Dennis Elsas on WNEW-FM until I fell asleep. It was perfect, like a personal seminar every night, listening to some of the greatest rock music ever recorded.
30 years ago today, class was disrupted and my musical sanctuary changed for good.
I shut off the timer and just listened all night. The next morning, I dragged my ass out of bed and picked up my friend Sal. We started walking toward our high school, trading "I can't believe its" for most of the trek.
We made our way to the bleachers and just sat there, for hours, wondering how this could have happened.
30 years later...still missing John.