So, Carol presented me with this award. Thank you!
I’m down with winning, uh, just about anything? When I was in seventh grade, I’d sit next to my radio/tape-player combo and listen to 102 Jamz. I sat there for hours, waiting to click the record button. Yeah, CDs existed. But my mom wouldn’t let me buy JACK that had curse words or sexual references in it. So I’d get a CD and mom would make me a tape, devoid of the offensive song. Yes, it did suck. Like the time I bought the Red Hot Chili Peppers album. I tried to hide it but she sniffed me out, stole it, and made me a tape. Without Under the Bridge. Whaaaaa?
Far better to make a crap recording of the dubbed over nastaaay song. That way, I could at least hear the tune and just shout out the curse words in all appropriate places.
Anyhoo, I was sitting there one night, digging my fingers into the berber carpet and waiting for, “Ain’t Nothin’ But a G Thang” to play. There was a radio contest. I won. It was the best day of my young life. Granted, the prize was a tux rental to the prom and I was 12. I won. It pleased me.
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