Shootin’ the Breeze
comin’ home from work in my car just a few hours ago and
was listenin’ to a great old song on the radio by Blue
Oyster Cult called “Don’t Fear the Reaper”, and
remembered something that happened a few years ago.
years I’ve wanted to interview John Kay from the band
a contributor to this magazine, I figured I’d at least be
able to talk to him on the phone and ask him questions
concerning the movie “Easy Rider” [for which he
contributed to the soundtrack], and about the music and
biking scene in the 60’s, and the effect that he and his
band’s music has had on the history of our lifestyle in
it or not, “Born To Be Wild” is the anthem of bikers the
envisioned pursuing this into a regular feature for this
magazine in which I’d interview many different
coming issues I might talk to international rock stars and
maybe party backstage with ‘em at concerts while I’m
accompanied by special friends [all beautiful ladies of
course], and bring the words of people like Clapton, David
Allen Coe and the boys from ZZ Top to y’all for your
enlightenment and entertainment. As you can see, I
have a very fertile mind due to all the manure I’ve fed it
over the years.
as luck would have it, the band Steppenwolf with John Kay
was playin’ a gig just down the road from me a few years
ago at some place called the Buffalo Ranch, along with
several other bands including Blue Oyster Cult. And furthermore,
some of our local ABATE people were recruited to help with
the weekend approached my boss told me I had to work that
I would have just blown the day off, but he was more than a
little insistent, threatening me with every shop rule in the
book. General Motors would surely fold and collapse up if
Bummer didn’t make it to work that day, and my work record
was such that if I knew what was good for me I’d be there.
hold of one of the guys doin’ security that day and told
him that if time permitted it, and since I worked nights,
he should call me on his cell phone from the concert in the
event he could connect me with John Kay. A phone interview
could still happen and everything would work out just
previous night I worked late and was sleeping like a log
when my bedside phone rang.
Bummer! Wake up!”
coincidence a few weeks later I was listening to a radio
interview with members of a current big time band and the
guitar player started going on and on about how he recently
seen the band Blue Oyster Cult and was amazed how a band
that used to fill stadiums was still on the road playin’
small halls just ‘cause they loved makin’ music for
an audience and wouldn’t give up the faith!
every time I hear the band I remember what happened and once
again I feel like sh*t.
music of the 60’s, 70’s and the 80’s isn’t just
memories for old farts like me to reminisce over. It’s quality stuff
that in my opinion has never been and never will be
outdated. People never say they refuse to listen to Mozart, Howlin’
Wolf or Hank Williams because it was recorded long ago. Good music is timeless.
Yet I remember being in a music shop one day and a
woman standing next to me said that she only listens to new
stuff ‘cause she’s already lived through the oldies and
is tired of them.
anything gets boring if it’s repeated over and over [and I
do mean anything]. For years I hated the songs “Stairway to Heaven” and
“Smoke on the Water” simply because I played them in
bands I was with way too often, but now I can appreciate
even these songs again.
understand how a person’s taste might change. Hell, I listen to a
lot of jazz now and I never would have believed that
would happen in the old days.
But I don’t get how someone could get tired of
great music. Maybe
those who think that way never really appreciated the music
in the first place.
just hope that the guys from Blue Oyster Cult weren’t too
offended and that if I ever have the opportunity to talk to
them again, they don’t remember me. By the way, I do
wonder where they got that name........
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“Who is this?”
“Ed! Guess what?”
drunk....I’m sleepin’ .....goodbye!”
wait!! Guess where I am!”
yer at the Buffalo Ranch.”
“Yup! Guess who’s with
me... ....standin’ right here?”
man!’ I thought. ‘ John Kay!! I’ve been waitin’ for
this for a long time...I have so many questions ready to ask
him! This is so
been a fan of Steppenwolf since the old days and I know all
about ‘em!!’ ......”John Kay?”
of the guys from Blue Oyster Cult! They’re gettin’
ready to play! Wanna
talk to ‘em?”
I don’t know that much about ‘em...I’m half asleep and
don’t have any questions for ‘em.” I really appreciated
what he did, I just didn’t know what to ask.
could hear him turn and say, “He said he just wants to
talk to John Kay!”...Then I heard collective groans from
this great old band as they turned and strapped on their
“No! Wait! Just give me a
second to get my act together....”
late. They’re goin’ onstage.
Gotta go. Bye”
lay there holding the phone thinking, ‘AHHHH! WHAT THE HELL JUST
felt like an idiot!! I
should have just bluffed my way thru it, but knew that if I
did I’d end up askin’ ‘em dumb stuff like what their
favorite color was or how they got their name. I didn’t even know
if they were American or English. Although I dug
‘em, they could have been from Sweden for all I knew!
more I thought of it, the more I expected to hear on the
news, “Members of the classic rock band ‘Blue Oyster
Cult’ committed mass suicide earlier this afternoon after
being turned down for an interview by a reporter for the
motorcyclist’s rights organization ABATE while they were
performing at a buffalo ranch in NE Ohio. At a press
conference given for the legitimate press just
moments before drinking poisonous Kool Aid, band members
sang in harmony ‘DON’T FEAR THE REAPER BROTHERS AND