Saint Sava (saint_sava) wrote,
Saint Sava

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Cambria, California, 1992.

We were there to visit my roommate and high-school friend M--------'s girlfriend. It was well towards midnight, and while they were elsewhere in the house, I was in the front room doing crosswords and listening to K-OTTER, the local radio station, when the college-aged disc jockey directly issued me a clear and categorical challenge: "Gimme a call. Whatever you want, I'll play it."
Well, I had been hardened by years of calling radio stations and requesting songs that never rode the airwaves, and this guy became the brunt of years of pent-up frustration. I called him, and he picked up on the first ring: "Yeah ?"
"Hey, Mister DJ, play me Moribund the Burgermeister by Peter Gabriel." This song was the most obscure one I could come up with at a moment's notice.
"Will do," said the deejay.
"Hurumph," I said, after hanging up the phone.

And damned if the next song on K-OTTER wasn't Peter Gabriel's Moribund the Burgermeister, followed, for good measure, by a live cut of San Jacinto.

So, K-OTTER, this shout-out's for you. Hoowah.

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