Radio Planet ...

[marble falls]

6. Radio was a big part of my life. My 'birth' father had some strange ideas and times went into my room ...

... to remove 'bad' albums and books.

Once he broke my Beatles Albums, threw away the Mark Twain and Jules Verne, leaving several others like a autobiography of a 50s comedian that wasn't 'dirty' but was definitely adult humor. This was about two months or so before my 15th birthday.

On my fifteenth birthday, my step-mother gave me the Stone's "Out of Our Heads", featuring Satisfaction. She's still a cool, encouraging, loving person. (I was closer to both step parent, than my birth parents).

Somehow "she was dirty, flirty, she looked about thirty,
I would have run away but I was on my own,
she told me later she was a machine operator,
she said she liked the way I held my microphone,
so I said "hi hi" like a spider to fly,
Remembering what my baby said,
she said my, my, my, don't tell lies,
when you do, you're sure to go to bed"

As opposed to "They're gonna put me in the movies, they're gonna make a big star out of me .... . Fortunately, it didn't have the "butcher" label. But who knows it might have been one with the pasted over cover.

He left my radios alone. I used to keep a big transistor radio under my pillow and used to listen to a WKYC in Cleveland to listen to the "Underground Hour" after midnight. I should have had stock in Eveready batteries.

I'd carry that radio in the basket on my bike. I remember the first time I head "Sunshine Superman" while riding down S Hawkins towards home one bright sunny day.