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Here’s a true story:
When I was in 8th grade, I took a music appreciation class as an elective. Obviously, we listened to a lot of music, most of it classical. But one of the highlights was that, every Friday, students were invited to bring their own records to class, so we could listen to and discuss the current popular music of the day.
The catch (and you knew there was one), was that there were a few rules on what we could bring. I remember three of them.
1. No songs with naughty words in them (obviously).
2. Nothing Satanic.
3. No acid rock.
I was the first student in the class to contravene Rule No. 3, largely because I actually had no idea what “acid rock” was. I’d never even heard the term before. My brain being what it was, I assumed it meant “acidic” (like battery acid or sulfuric acid), and from there I imagined some kind of RAWK measurement scale, where “hard rock” was at the top – the bad-ass, hardcore rock (this being in the days before heavy metal, black metal, etc) – and acid rock was somewhere below that, but still in the top third of the scale. (At the bottom of the scale was, of course, Shaun Cassidy.)
Anyway, this is the 45 I brought in one Friday that violated the “acid rock” rule.
Naturally, I had no idea at the time that Heart counted as acid rock. And knowing what I know now about acid rock, I’m even less convinced. Maybe it’s the magic references? Or the break in the middle with the wind chimes effect and the Minimoog? Or the lyric “Let’s get high awhile” (which I didn’t know was in there because I couldn’t understand half the lyrics anyway)?
I don't know. The teacher didn’t give any rationale. He just looked at it and said, “No, John, I said no acid rock.”
The next week, I brought my Meco “Star Wars” 45. It got played. And everyone in class said I was a such a dork.
I got that a lot in 8th grade. But then I got it a lot from kindergarten to my high school graduation. Especially when it came to music.
I’m rather proud of that now.
Through being cool,
This is dF
When I was in 8th grade, I took a music appreciation class as an elective. Obviously, we listened to a lot of music, most of it classical. But one of the highlights was that, every Friday, students were invited to bring their own records to class, so we could listen to and discuss the current popular music of the day.
The catch (and you knew there was one), was that there were a few rules on what we could bring. I remember three of them.
1. No songs with naughty words in them (obviously).
2. Nothing Satanic.
3. No acid rock.
I was the first student in the class to contravene Rule No. 3, largely because I actually had no idea what “acid rock” was. I’d never even heard the term before. My brain being what it was, I assumed it meant “acidic” (like battery acid or sulfuric acid), and from there I imagined some kind of RAWK measurement scale, where “hard rock” was at the top – the bad-ass, hardcore rock (this being in the days before heavy metal, black metal, etc) – and acid rock was somewhere below that, but still in the top third of the scale. (At the bottom of the scale was, of course, Shaun Cassidy.)
Anyway, this is the 45 I brought in one Friday that violated the “acid rock” rule.
Naturally, I had no idea at the time that Heart counted as acid rock. And knowing what I know now about acid rock, I’m even less convinced. Maybe it’s the magic references? Or the break in the middle with the wind chimes effect and the Minimoog? Or the lyric “Let’s get high awhile” (which I didn’t know was in there because I couldn’t understand half the lyrics anyway)?
I don't know. The teacher didn’t give any rationale. He just looked at it and said, “No, John, I said no acid rock.”
The next week, I brought my Meco “Star Wars” 45. It got played. And everyone in class said I was a such a dork.
I got that a lot in 8th grade. But then I got it a lot from kindergarten to my high school graduation. Especially when it came to music.
I’m rather proud of that now.
Through being cool,
This is dF