shubertmaniac; so they let 3-year-olds drive in ny during the mid-60's? i remember listening to kvod back in '64, driving down dark dirty streets, trying to pick up some college girls. shubert comes on while, with windows down, we pull up to a whole suburban full of hot pi phi's. at our urging they roll their windows down while i do the same, accidently hitting the radio's volume knob, allowing my favorite strains of the trout quintet to flow loudly through my 2 1/2 speaker system. not 30 seconds go by and, as if planned, the 9 of 'em strain to get their respective heads out the windows to hurl their guts out. i drive away quickly, changing stations and hit on kcfr. bruckner's playing, still real loud, as we pass by a bunch of skinhead precursors and they look right at me giving the hitler salute and yelling "sieg heil." my head's spinning now as i ,out-of-control, slam into a hundred-year-old white oak. three months later i start to come outta my coma. i feel ok but the neurologist tells me i've lost 3/4 of my cerebrum. eight months later i can function again, well sorta, but find i suffer from a wierd manifestation of my brain loss: all i can stand to listen to now is shubert and bruckner. girls won't come near me but, hey, i don't care 'cuz i know, even with only a quarter of my brain, i can still comprehend the real meaning of rock 'n roll, even tho i'm incapable of doing it myself.
