He killed Pink Floyd's Pig!

 

41ew3gMPKnL. SL250 It was the heyday of rock n’ roll radio. For those of us who worked in radio at the time, it was an era filled with sex, drugs, rock and good times.

If you weren’t around, think of "WKRP in Cincinnati" but amped up and wilder – and far less “G” rated.

Now someone who spent the time at high levels in the radio industry during the glorious 70s has penned an  eponymous  recounting of life in the rock n’ roll fast lane during the last, great rock n’ roll boom of the 1970s and early 80s.

Beau Phillips adventure, “I Killed Pink Floyd’s Pig” named after a very funny chapter that you’ll have to read to understand, tells humorous and sometimes poignant tales of rock n’ roll viewed from the best seat in the house – a radio station program director and executive at the early MTV networks.

Beau’s stories are filled with insight and an eye for detail which highlights all the absurdity and fun of the rock n’ roll era. Whether he’s telling you the wild tales of a coked-out Sam Kinison, the party animal antics of Joe Walsh and Van Halen or the poignant story of Paul McCartney caring for a dying fan – the era is indelibly and accurately chronicled.

From every grinding groupie to every beer addled guitar player, the fun and the memories help those of us who were there to remember the fun and for those who weren’t there to understand what the magic was all about.

For there is little doubt there was a magic to the era – when rock n’ roll was everything and singer/songwriters ruled like demigods in the entertainment world.

Of great fun is a recounting of a jewelry promotion involving ZZ Top and a pearl necklace promised to an ardent fan and contest winner.

Joe Walsh’s  on-air mash-ups of his most hated artists will have you in stitches and of course Van Halen’s surprise arrival at Beau’s radio station will undoubtedly have you listening to every one of their albums with a renewed interest. When Joan Jett gets up to bat in a promotional softball game you can almost taste the leather and dust.

But rock n’ roll is more than shallow, casual fun and Beau captures that with chapters involving Lynard Skynard and Eric Clapton and the losses which shaped many lives.

You will come away with a sense of wonder, joy and understand a lot of the soul of these musicians who had a real talent and a real depth to them. I dare anyone to keep a dry eye as Beau recounts Paul McCartney’s special favors granted to a teenage girl who was dying of brain cancer.

The sad codicil to this rock n’ roll will comes in Beau’s epilogue as he outlines how far radio has fallen and how shallow and pre-programmed today’s music is for the average listener. Gone are the days of leadership, gut instinct, fun and daring.

“Today, there’s a good chance that your favorite radio station is a soulless hard drive,” Beau tells us.

He laments the end of the golden age of radio as he sees it. And I for one wish he was wrong. I ache for the days of risk-taking radio, the outrageous and outlandish promotions. I yearn for heart-thumping, breast-beating rock n’ roll and the joy of playing, listening and creating tunes that stood out then and now against the banal background noise of pop trash – and rock stars who represented the best in decadence, fun, heart and soulfulness.

It makes Beau’s final statement that much more brutal, “Yes it was fun while it lasted, but sadly, I think this movie is almost over.”

You can find “I Killed Pink Floyd’s Pig” Here: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_0_13?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=i%20killed%20pink%20floyds%20pig&sprefix=I+killed+Pink%2Caps%2C153

 

 

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