This past week marked the end of a long running hometown FM radio station, Chicago's Alternative: Q101... and I for one couldn't give a rat's ass.
Now don't get it twisted... 101.1 on the dial & I have had some glorious times, Christ, we practically came up together. Can you imagine actually listening to that station when Nine Inch Nails was something no one else knew about? When not only did they play Nirvana on the hour as if they're the next hot thing, but they actually were...
shit, I can't remember exactly, but something like 5-6pm on Q101 in the mid '90s was dubbed “Pearl-Jam-O-Rama” and I damn near crashed the brakeless Ace Hardware delivery van during this hour on SERVERAL late autumn afternoons belting Not For You at the top of my lungs scorched from the ditch weed exhaust of toxic homemade plumbing bowls. Giant plumes of smoke & teary eyes, hacking and tearing up more at every failed attempt to nail Eddie Vedder's grueling howl with my crackling adolescent voice-box...
With that said, for a very long time now my fondness towards Q101 has revolved in the distant past... back to when...
