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Today's AT40
Jan. 20th, 2008 12:18 pmIs December 1986. My "Bachelor" year, junior year in high school.
Last week, #3 True Blue, #2 Human, and #1: You Give Love a Bad Name
Does Bon Jovi have the chops to stay there? well, probably. 86/87 was kinda big for them.
My jr year was kinda odd. Some classes I adored, in spite of how annoying the teacher was like Mrs. Keim (pronounced Kime) for pre-calc (we gave her a giant print-shop banner, "The Wrath of Keim"). Others I couldn't stand like my (I'll leave unnamed) American Lit teacher. I hated 9/10s of what they made us read, much of it having no value at all except for that fact, "well, it's American". Yeah, but there was a lot of "American" music from the late 19th century and you don't subject us to that because we all agree it sucks. Why is lit treated differently? *sigh*
My particular hatreds included Scarlet Letter and that poem of depression, Richard Cory. I also hated how, thanks to the PC crapola, the class really completely dodged Twain.
Of course, had we read Twain, particularly his political commentary, I probably would be even more cynical than I am already, so maybe that was a good thing. Maybe.
I oddly remember little else other than those two classes (and the founding of Deathtuba). American History (AP) was ok, and my cynicism was enhanced by the report I had to do on McCarthy. Band was my first year with a new teacher/conductor who's still here in Fairfax, now teaching at the elementary school level (and won teacher of the year for the county in '95). No science (took Chem in summer school instead). Last year taking Latin (and I remember very little of it in specifics).
First year doing marching band, which was quite the experience (especially the morning "this one time at bandcamp" when I got hazed - I woke up from my bunk completely wrapped around in toilet paper stuck to the bed with toothpaste. harmless enough, I figured it was a sign of acceptance. :) ).
Ah, the other class I took and adored: psychology. The teacher of that class was one of those free spirits whose techniques the administration never particularly cared for. Naturally, he got positive results, in both his classes (I still remember almost everything from that class), and as freshman football coach (the team went 7-0 that year). That teacher is one of 3 I really would like to find and thank, if ever given the chance.
Musically, I still followed the pop scene for the few rock songs still around, but was starting to dig through my dad's collection for the Blues-Rock stuff, Clapton, The Doors, Hendrix, Floyd, that sort of thing. I would progress through it on my way into the prog-rock world that would hold my attention 'til the mid-90s (when I embraced the Celtic scene).
( Anyways, on with the countdown... )
XM's really got a messed up master tape here - there are actually two separate countdowns being played as it seems to keep hiccuping between the two around the commercial breaks. The songs seem to fit together so it looks like they're only a week apart.
I think the countdown is over early as 80s on 8 seems to just be playing songs without Casey although they're still being labeled "AT40". Maybe they're fixing it, or maybe it's just a screwed up master and that's that.
oh well.
Last week, #3 True Blue, #2 Human, and #1: You Give Love a Bad Name
Does Bon Jovi have the chops to stay there? well, probably. 86/87 was kinda big for them.
My jr year was kinda odd. Some classes I adored, in spite of how annoying the teacher was like Mrs. Keim (pronounced Kime) for pre-calc (we gave her a giant print-shop banner, "The Wrath of Keim"). Others I couldn't stand like my (I'll leave unnamed) American Lit teacher. I hated 9/10s of what they made us read, much of it having no value at all except for that fact, "well, it's American". Yeah, but there was a lot of "American" music from the late 19th century and you don't subject us to that because we all agree it sucks. Why is lit treated differently? *sigh*
My particular hatreds included Scarlet Letter and that poem of depression, Richard Cory. I also hated how, thanks to the PC crapola, the class really completely dodged Twain.
Of course, had we read Twain, particularly his political commentary, I probably would be even more cynical than I am already, so maybe that was a good thing. Maybe.
I oddly remember little else other than those two classes (and the founding of Deathtuba). American History (AP) was ok, and my cynicism was enhanced by the report I had to do on McCarthy. Band was my first year with a new teacher/conductor who's still here in Fairfax, now teaching at the elementary school level (and won teacher of the year for the county in '95). No science (took Chem in summer school instead). Last year taking Latin (and I remember very little of it in specifics).
First year doing marching band, which was quite the experience (especially the morning "this one time at bandcamp" when I got hazed - I woke up from my bunk completely wrapped around in toilet paper stuck to the bed with toothpaste. harmless enough, I figured it was a sign of acceptance. :) ).
Ah, the other class I took and adored: psychology. The teacher of that class was one of those free spirits whose techniques the administration never particularly cared for. Naturally, he got positive results, in both his classes (I still remember almost everything from that class), and as freshman football coach (the team went 7-0 that year). That teacher is one of 3 I really would like to find and thank, if ever given the chance.
Musically, I still followed the pop scene for the few rock songs still around, but was starting to dig through my dad's collection for the Blues-Rock stuff, Clapton, The Doors, Hendrix, Floyd, that sort of thing. I would progress through it on my way into the prog-rock world that would hold my attention 'til the mid-90s (when I embraced the Celtic scene).
( Anyways, on with the countdown... )
XM's really got a messed up master tape here - there are actually two separate countdowns being played as it seems to keep hiccuping between the two around the commercial breaks. The songs seem to fit together so it looks like they're only a week apart.
I think the countdown is over early as 80s on 8 seems to just be playing songs without Casey although they're still being labeled "AT40". Maybe they're fixing it, or maybe it's just a screwed up master and that's that.
oh well.
