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[real chili 83]

Real Chili '83 – I was in Schroeder 4th floor N Frosh/Soph '79-'81. Also stayed at Schroeder over the summer prior to start of year so did get to see the covers done while kefee was there. Do remember seen the mural of Pink Floyd's The Wall at McCormick. We were going to do Yes album covers on our floor but were not allowed. Proud to say kids as teenagers asked to go to concerts with the wife and I. Would have never expected my children to want to see the Stones, The Police, Aerosmith.....with their parents.

I vaguely remember the paintings at McCormick.....spent most my time in Schroeder. 

Frosh year, we re did the dark side cover on 10s under Rocky's leadership.  It got painted over that following summer.  They refused to allow it be re-done ORL seemed to have no sense of humor.  I believe the guy who made the call at ORL was Mark Braeverman. (?)

[jsglow]

That was a cool read keefe. I had long forgotten exactly when or how ZMF closed up shop.  Your post reminded me somewhat.  I vaguely remember staying up to listen that last night and assuming your Spring '79 date is correct, I would have been a senior in HS.  To have been in college with a bunch of like minded audiophiles, whether brainers or potheads or whatever would have been a cool experience.

Disco was raging at the time.  I absolutely knew it sucked and I never endulged, even if it meant I limited my access to 'chicks' at Park Avenue.

[keefe]

Clearly he inherited some enlightened genetics from his father. I have Numb in my iPod as well as In the End from Hybrid Theory. Both offer a dark, gloomy perspective on life...I always felt like I needed to watch a Julie Andrews movie to bring back a small glimmer of hope into my life after listening to Meteora or Hybrid cover to cover.

I remember ZMF before she was taken from us...she was a raging, seething, hissing cauldron of lewdness in that otherwise cold, chaste, bland, barren tundra of abstinence. Her siren's song lured us with a lascivious playlist that leavened metal with ballads while remaining true to her primal past only to dash our youthful dreams on the silk shrouded shoals of her soul. But her raven locks, red leather halter, purple spandex tights, and spiked heels gave way to Talbots grey flannel, Bastad clogs, and the blue rinse of Henry Mancini.

It was March '79. Marquette was a sea of homogeneity back then but there were Stoners on campus and it seemed that the Office of Residence Life, in an outburst of quiet desperation, made the 8th and 10th floors of Schroeder a Gulag for Dennis Hopper wannabes. But it was an eclectic group that gathered that night to hear the dirge. There were freaks beside jocks sitting next to brains. We were an earlier and more honest version of The Breakfast Club giving lie to the sanguine optimism of John Hughes' Northbrook. Frankincense and myrrh had given way to a post modern funerary bouquet and while the mood was black the Lebanese was blond and the sickly sweet air hung heavy, redolent of the Casbah with the suggestion of our own Midnight Express though certainly without the anal rape.

Conversation centered on what would be the swan song for this great friend as she was carried across the River. The most popular seemed to be Stairway to Heaven though that seemed too trite and too Wagnerian for so lithe and young a woman. An even less inspired thought was Knockin' On Heaven's Door but its dour banality could come across as almost crass due to the acerbic cynicism of the Dylan rendition. For myself, I offered the Cream classic Crossroads as it seemed to offer the promise of choice and continuity in some form. Unfortunately no one else shared my enthusiasm and it was quickly dismissed. In the end it was the obvious and yet sublime that won out and as midnight neared it was Jimi Hendrix' Star Spangled Banner that ended the brilliant life of ZMF. 

The flat line came abruptly and was as anti-climactic and unprepossessing as Henry Fonda's Tom Joad facing backwards on that Ford, refusing to stand up and face the injustices that had taunted him and held him down. As those last melancholic notes hurtled through the Milky Way we emerged into the night as a group though each man was left alone with his thoughts and feelings of the loss we had just suffered. We trudged through the dark and as one sat down at the counter of Real Chili, hoping to find some measure of solace in the pools of grease slowly congealing atop seasoned meat.

Found a photo of JSGlow and Warriorchick at Banaroo last Summer

[Sir Lawrence]

That was a cool read keefe. I had long forgotten exactly when or how ZMF closed up shop.  Your post reminded me somewhat.  I vaguely remember staying up to listen that last night and assuming your Spring '79 date is correct, I would have been a senior in HS.  To have been in college with a bunch of like minded audiophiles, whether brainers or potheads or whatever would have been a cool experience.

Disco was raging at the time.  I absolutely knew it sucked and I never endulged, even if it meant I limited my access to 'chicks' at Park Avenue.

Keefe has the date right.  My junior year at MU.  Bob Reitman was a ZMF jockey.  ZMF switched over to a classical music format.  Switched call letters, don't remember what they were.   Don't remember much from spring of '79 either.  

[keefe]

Real Chili '83 – I was in Schroeder 4th floor N Frosh/Soph '79-'81. Also stayed at Schroeder over the summer prior to start of year so did get to see the covers done while kefee was there. Do remember seen the mural of Pink Floyd's The Wall at McCormick. We were going to do Yes album covers on our floor but were not allowed. Proud to say kids as teenagers asked to go to concerts with the wife and I. Would have never expected my children to want to see the Stones, The Police, Aerosmith.....with their parents.

Glad to hear you were able to admire the Sistine Chapel of Schroeder in its brief yet transcendent existence. The more I reflect on it the more outrage I feel towards those fascists in ORL. Who appointed them the Moral Arbiters of Geschmack und Kultur

I have read of kids rediscovering the music we listened to. It is validating, in many ways. Question I have is if you go to see Pink Floyd with your kids to you spark a Doob with them or sneak it in the bedroom before leaving?

When we were living in Jakarta there was a Reggae Fest on Bali that went 3 or 4 days. Several couples went and many of us had kids in tow. It was agreed we would bring the high schoolers with us to the concert. I remember these kids met us at the gate of the venue and it was clear they had primed themselves for a Full On Rastafarian Experience. I know my wife was not happy but I reminded her about hypocrisy. Once we got through the gate the kids ditched us old folks and we only saw them the next day. It was perhaps best that way.

[keefe]

That was a cool read keefe. I had long forgotten exactly when or how ZMF closed up shop.  Your post reminded me somewhat.  I vaguely remember staying up to listen that last night and assuming your Spring '79 date is correct, I would have been a senior in HS.  To have been in college with a bunch of like minded audiophiles, whether brainers or potheads or whatever would have been a cool experience.

Disco was raging at the time.  I absolutely knew it sucked and I never endulged, even if it meant I limited my access to 'chicks' at Park Avenue.

It was like clock work that year. At around midnight people would close the books and hole up in numerous dorm rooms with music. We all had such different backgrounds, tastes, and experiences that it was very compelling to share each other's music. Developed my taste for Dizzy, Monk, and Coltrane while introducing the Blues to others. The drill was that guys would bring along albums, a wet towel would be laid along the bottom of the door, windows opened, a water pipe would emerge from the back of a closet and new worlds were made possible. And we were an eclectic group which is what made it great. Marquette was a pretty homogeneous community with 67% being Irish Catholic from Chicago or the East Coast but on 10N we had Hispanics, Asians, and Brothers and the variety of music reflected that diversity.

A group of us got a house on 15th the next year and the centerpiece of the living room was the stereo. We mixed and matched components to put together the dream system. I know my Carver Amp and Pre Amp and Nakamichi Cassette Deck were used. There were two B&O turn tables, a Sansui Tuner and several speakers - I had a pair of Infinity's, another guy had Bose 901's with the pedestals (he pulled them one Sunday after people left plastic beer cups on them,) and there were some Advents. One guy had this 8 track satellite player that we banned because of the terrible sound quality. Which reminds me, everything today is digital, but there was nothing like the snap, crackle, and pop of ceramic on vinyl. That is something kids today have likely never experienced.

We borrowed cinder blocks and two by fours from a construction site on State Street to house the stereo system and ended going back many times for more as we had about 3,000 albums in that house. I guess all of that music and gear weighed hundreds of pounds. Now, I have all of that in two iPods.

And yes, disco was raging but the guys I knew avoided it like the plague. That trend was horrible in many ways. Fortunately I was with someone whom I ended up marrying because I knew guys who succumbed and dressed up in order to find companionship. 

[keefe]

Keefe has the date right.  My junior year at MU.  Bob Reitman was a ZMF jockey.  ZMF switched over to a classical music format.  Switched call letters, don't remember what they were.   Don't remember much from spring of '79 either.  

Reitman was a fixture at ZMF. The morning guy was Marty Racine who used to blast Rush at 7 am. Never understood how people could listen to that so early. I was more of a Mozart guy in the morning, even back then, much to the chagrin of my roommate who today listens to Mozart in the morning.

ZMF had a cult following that made sense - it played the best music in a landscape dominated by Top 40 and Disco. I remember Reitman would play the Stones, then Peter Tosh, then the Allmans, followed by Ska. You never knew what to expect but it was vibrant.

[real chili 83]

I know my Carver Amp and Pre Amp and Nakamichi Cassette Deck were used. There were two B&O turn tables, a Sansui Tuner and several speakers - I had a pair of Infinity's, another guy had Bose 901's with the pedestals (he pulled them one Sunday after people left plastic beer cups on them,) and there were some Advents. One guy had this 8 track satellite player that we banned because of the terrible sound quality. Which reminds me, everything today is digital, but there was nothing like the snap, crackle, and pop of ceramic on vinyl. That is something kids today have likely never experienced.

Too funny.  Still got my M&K's satellite subwoofer combo. Sound as good as the day I bought them.  With digital technology, they really reveal difference in recording quality.  Gotta love the feel of the volkswoofer pounding out a tight bass.

[keefe]

Too funny.  Still got my M&K's satellite subwoofer combo. Sound as good as the day I bought them.  With digital technology, they really reveal difference in recording quality.  Gotta love the feel of the volkswoofer pounding out a tight bass.

All of my stereo stuff got lost in one our many moves over the years. I replaced it with a Bose system in Tokyo. I am downsizing these days so I told the kids to take whatever they want. My daughter took the Bose system and has it in Brooklyn. She speaks Japanese but doesn't read it and the instructions are in Japanese. She had to get a Japanese friend from Columbia to set it up for her.

I am often without my music in Nepal and do miss it at times but have found superb replacements. Buddhist chants in the Himalayas in the evening is extraordinary. The sunset off the Annapournas whilst 200 monks are doing their incantations is heavenly.

[real chili 83]

Viva Nepal.