Tuesday, May 10, 2005
I thoroughly enjoy stumbling across articles that begin innocently
like this one.
"My Frank Zappa fandom began earlier than most - I went to kindergarten with his nieces."
Which leads to a discussion group and an early manifesto.
1983 -- that was the year Steve Jobs promoted his first rock festival, wasn't it? And the same year I had given Exene Cervanka and John Doe a tour of our small hick town newspaper office. I haven't told you that story before, have I?
I gave them a tour of the office. I was showing them a computer a few people were in the process of fixing up -- the printer was across the driveway in another rented building (the printer was just too big for the upstairs copy room) and someone had had the idea to use the telephone to send the print command. And even then it was mighty hard going. It still wasn't working, and it took a rocket scientist to be able to make that simple call downstairs. Not that I had anything to do with it, I hasten to add. But X marked that spot. And I even wrote a review of their show and with some satisfaction pressed the button that sent the copy over the phone wires to the receiver. And I got a by-line on the article, too. And a check! The article, however, is in dead tree format and was never stored on line. It's a true story, though. Even though this happened long, long ago. ¶ 5/10/2005 06:12:00 PM
like this one.
"My Frank Zappa fandom began earlier than most - I went to kindergarten with his nieces."
Which leads to a discussion group and an early manifesto.
1983 -- that was the year Steve Jobs promoted his first rock festival, wasn't it? And the same year I had given Exene Cervanka and John Doe a tour of our small hick town newspaper office. I haven't told you that story before, have I?
I gave them a tour of the office. I was showing them a computer a few people were in the process of fixing up -- the printer was across the driveway in another rented building (the printer was just too big for the upstairs copy room) and someone had had the idea to use the telephone to send the print command. And even then it was mighty hard going. It still wasn't working, and it took a rocket scientist to be able to make that simple call downstairs. Not that I had anything to do with it, I hasten to add. But X marked that spot. And I even wrote a review of their show and with some satisfaction pressed the button that sent the copy over the phone wires to the receiver. And I got a by-line on the article, too. And a check! The article, however, is in dead tree format and was never stored on line. It's a true story, though. Even though this happened long, long ago. ¶ 5/10/2005 06:12:00 PM
