Horn-y and Single

A recent installment of 88 Rewound had Denro and I exchanging messages in stunned disbelief. We both remembered a certain single, as heard on WRKO, where it reached #2 in early 1970. Like most boys, we were into the sound of the record and didn’t pay attention to the lyrics, but how did we fail to catch onto this tragic tale??

You will bear someone else’s fertile seed
Evil woman don’t play your games with me…
… Now I know just what you’re looking for
You want me to claim this child you bore
But I know that it was he, not me

Take it away Music Mike, who’s as wide in this video as the stereo separation of the recording!

Crow was a heavy metal band that was given a Blood, Sweat & Tears sound by the producer. I can both understand why professionally arranged horns were added, and why the group disliked them.

WABC, PTT, and Me

Twenty years ago, while stopped at a red light in my little ’89 Honda Civic, behind a couple of other cars, this happened. I was a little late for work that day.

An elderly Russian guy came flying down the Mass Pike exit ramp behind me. I saw him in the rearview mirror, heading towards me fast. I knew he was going to crash and braced for impact. The collision pushed the Civic into the car ahead of me with so much force that it, in turn, hit the car in front of it.

The old guy was taken to a hospital where, as I was told later, he accused me of causing the accident. The Massachusetts State Police didn’t agree. I escaped with a mild concussion, and a badly sprained right ankle.

So began my Posterior Tibial Tendon troubles. I had forced the brake pedal down with so much strength the brake lines blew out upon impact. But a couple of other things also blew out. A blood vessel in my calf split open, and I didn’t know until later that some of the fibers in my PTT had been torn. The damage progressed once I returned to my running schedule.

I was almost home from a 25-mile training run for the Lowell Marathon when suddenly, mid-stride, my right foot literally just stopped working! I could feel something sticking out that shouldn’t have been. My PTT had slipped out of position. After popping it back into place I was able to hobble home the last half-mile.

That white area in the MRI seen along the PTT is tendinosis. There’s a bulge there to this day. With a lot careful attention to that area, along with motion control running shoes and orthotics, the tendon has held all these years. I dread the day if and (probably) when it finally breaks. The PTT in my left ankle is perfectly fine.

What does any of this have to do with WABC? As I have said many times, I was very fortunate to have grown up listening to WABC during its Musicradio ascendency. Its influence on me was so great that it led to my relatively brief but memorable stint working in AM radio. (Technology paid much better, believe me.) The man who transformed 77 WABC into the Musicradio powerhouse was program director Rick Sklar.

Rick Sklar with a Musicradio 77 WABC listener

https://musicradio77.com/Sklar.html

Rick was a marathon runner in his spare time and in June of 1992 he entered the hospital for minor foot surgery to repair a torn tendon in his left ankle. He never returned home. An unfortunate anesthesia complication took his life on June 22, 1992. He was 62 years old.

Whether the torn tendon was Sklar’s PTT, or his Achilles, that was a terribly lousy thing to happen to him. I continue to be careful with my PTT, in the hope that I can keep running without needing foot surgery.

He Goes “Ahhhhh….”

The temperature fell closer to 80 than to 90, I went running, then cooled off with a quick shower and poured a cold IPA from the craft brewery in town. Such a nice evening to relax and listen to music. Ahhh….

Prue once called Lia my “little girlfriend in Spain,” causing me to sputter and cough up my drink. Prue now lives in Spain herself. Both friendships came about from having this website.

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