Thousands of years ago. Oh my it must have been in the early 1980's. Yeah morning in someone's America I heard. Anyway a bunch of trouble makers at the former WBAI radio, eh try wbai.org, and see if it's still there.
Anyway as part of the oral history on my 30 plus years there "Uncle Sydney Remembers" is the working title. "Eat Shit, and Die you Jew Hating Eunuchs!" is the real masthead.
I think I'm digressing already.
What I meant to say was that way back then some of the overnight crew. That is engineers, and on air presenters started going to a nude beach together. Out on Jones Beach there was for a time an unofficial nude bathing area.
'Least till that bastard Mayor Koch closed it down.
That prick was everybody's enemy! He was in the pocket of the evil real-estate interests which at that time was kicking out the working poor, and middle class from Manhattan.
His infamous statement at a press conference about that, "If you can't afford it...move." ..said his honor with a smirk!
His head deserved to be impaled on a pike, and paraded about after the merciless hot bloody, and vengeful revolution! ...along with all the lawyers of course.
I digresses again.
Anyway for a few years from late May to the beginning of September we did the beach. This got us used to seeing each other sky-clad or blue-jay nekkid!
Gimme a break we was 20, and early 30 somethings. That, and mostly out of our minds.
One thing led to another, and we started being naked at the radio station.
At the stroke of midnight when all the serious "day" people had gone home. This to pray to Stalin or Fidel the night crew took over.
Oh such gleefully though innocent times.
We did,...according to happily biased reviews. Some of the most creative New York radio of the era, and a few times did it nekkid as the G-ddess intended.
Mind you those of us still breathing the few still around probably wouldn't do a stripped down re-run. This for esthetic reasons. Com'on would you really 'want' to see ya grand folks nekkid...on purpose.
Nuff said.
Like in my stories about routinely lunching, and walking the ledge of the Empire State Building. My legs dangling over the edge. This outside our transmitter room. Building rockets in the engineering dept., and launching them from the roof at 2:00am. Putting overseas radio stations over our air when da bosses went home. Picked up Commie Chinese air traffic signals to see if we could do it.
Generally having a weird fun times. Oh the things we did, and called normal. These all really happened. Looking back I'm amazed so many of us made it this far. Life is interesting.
What a time we had.
"How'm I doin'?" Like shit, asshole!
ReplyDeleteThe thing about that "if you can't afford it, move" line is that when taken where the real estate gumballs always insist on taking it, there's no place left to move to even in remotest icy outbacks except a roach-infested broom closet with no heat, black mold on the walls and lice and bedbugs on the floor that isn't big enough to sleep on.
I'm facing this phenom in Califas where in some ancient hippie burg a one-room shack with a broken down fence 'round a weedy yard costs 789 thousand bucks. Yes, for real! And now my landlord wants to sell this dig out from under us. I pray the bottom falls out of the market first.
True, there *might* a place to go. We have Alta California and Baja California, and guess which is far more affordable? There's just the little matter of moving across a certain international border. This country's turning into Gulag West, and I want to move to a free country.
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If I posted what I wanted to say about our owners here. This entire page...all of my pages would be vaporized. Suffice to say I'm in da same boat. We face brutal uncertain times.
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