ecovlke's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4: The Phonograph Needle And The Damage Done Chapter 4: The Phonograph Needle And The Damage Done Good morning. Let's see, where did I finish? Oh yes, the paint. Paint and radio. My two earliest addictions. My mother gave me a Stewart Warner AM radio when I was very young. My first love. The radio. Music. So my entire life is based around color, motion, and music. At a very early age radio played an important part in my life. I loved, no adored the little round yellow glow of the dial indicator. It would travel around the AM dial like a miniature sun around the earth. It had a sunrise at 530, and a sunset at 1700. And like God I would control this sun. And through this association of control I became aquainted with The Beatles, Paul Revere And The Raiders, The Carpenters, Burt Bachrach, Herb Alpert, and all of the wonderful '60s sounds. Around this time my dreams began to increase in intensity. One night I dreamed that the planets of our solar system were as large as the moon. In the dream my mother and I walked outside, and looked at the planets as they seemed to hang within arms reach of us. I could hear the song "Age Of Aquarius" by the Fifth Dimension in the background. On one night I dreamed of a miniature tornado that chased me, my parents, and various Looney Tunes characters around a small mimosa tree that grew in our backyard. I would dream of the Goodyear blimp and hear "Up Up And Away In My Beautiful Balloon". During the day I would pretend to DJ a radio station and play my 45s on the little record player that I had. My father had a most awe inspiring Philco stereo. At the edge of the dial was a signal indicator that was seperated in half. When you had a strong stereo signal, the indicator would come together and make a green rectangle. This was 1969 and I was in the first grade. At school I had met a girl named Alice. She was my first love, and my first brush with pain. Her family moved away, and when they did, they did not realize that my little heart had stowed away with them. Feeling all alone, I would stare at that little green rectangle on my father's stereo, and when it formed a complete rectangle, I knew it was Alice. Alice the Green Bat. For I had made a little green bat with my Creepy Crawlers machine. It was an icon of Alice. And when my father's stereo indicator glowed green, I knew she lived. I was sad when one fall evening, I found red paint dripping down the side of a green 55 gallon barrel that was at an ice plant directly behind our house. I thought Alice the Green Bat had died. But when my father's stereo indicator glowed green, I knew that she lived. Somewhere out there was the only person my age that did not make fun of me. My life had began to change. 12:10 a.m. - 2001-09-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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