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« Last post by tellomon on March 06, 2019, 11:16:56 AM »I'm composing a brief Bio.
Proofreaders wanted.
Hello again my Friend:
PART ONE.
Here's a Background Briefing of myself, to give you and others insight to my current situation...and things that need help from a select group of interested and concerned fellow Americans. That's who I want today.
I come from humble middle-class beginnings in El Monte, Ca since 1958.
The Mayor was my next door neighbour; the Hangin' Judge lived down the street, and across the street was Arroyo High School. It made for a volatile mix of American Culture in my wee Capricorn mind.
Counter-Culture was my favorite subject in the Classroom of Life. The AHS Campus was my Playground. The Janitors were my Teachers. The students were agitators, and I found Treasures in the trash and capitalized from it. (Supplemental income aside from my Paper Route. I had to feed my MAD Magazine habit, dontcha know?). And ultimately, I "knew the answers" to the trick questions that The System asked long before my Freshman year.
I was an ambitious lad, full of piss and vinegar, angst and disdain; rebellion and a fervent need to defect from the societal norm on the grounds of intellectual & moral principles, and common sense.
And everybody was watching me. Mothers, Church, Nosey Neighbours, Admin and State. And that guy over there. He works overtime.
I evolved to be an Artist in my youth. Straight "A's" K-12. My talents raised suspicions in the Parlance of Admin.
One day, a Saturday, in 5th Grade I went Downtown and took a test. At the end, the man in white asked if I wanted to go to the 6th Grade come Monday. I declined, saying I would never survive past first recess.
That put me on a Watch List.
After having failed keyboards, string and brass instruments in Elementary School and blasting Los Angeles AM Boss Radio from 1968 to 1972, I decided to play drums after banging my head against selected walls, and learning to believe the Message of Rock and Roll.
The Saga of Remo Ron begins here.
High School was the formative years of an aspiring young: Drummer; Disc Jockey and an Advertising Graphic Artist.
I did it all.
My first flyer was for a local Car Club cruise on Hunnington Blvd. in 1974. The next day the Arcadia cops are on my phone, shaking me down for the What For. I said "It's advertising. I made the flyer. It has my number on it. You called me, right?"
All the cops wanted to do was search and destroy the kids and their cars.
I was on another Watch List.
Now get this:
The first thing in September 1975, my Senior Year, I did something really big.
I proposed, produced and broadcasted on the Morning Announcements an LA FM Rock Radio-quality scripted spot for the Friday Night After-Game Dances. (Before me, they were nothing.)
Personally, I went from an El Monte nobody drumming wannabe, to an Instant Cultural Icon in the Rock and Roll genre, all over the land. It happened in 60 seconds that fateful 1975 morning.
That's when I was put on the Double-Secret Probation Watch List.
See, Authority, AKA Admin. does not like to share the Power and Control Spotlight with me. After 3 shows they shut me down, sighting "a lack of interest". Compare that lie to the Petition I distributed to get me on the air twice a week. 2000+ signatures in 5 days and it's still in my Evidence Archives. The older I got, the bigger the lies and I knew that Rebels are made, and not born. I had lots of friends then, and they were trouble; I was a reporter. I journaled. I still do.
END PART ONE
Proofreaders wanted.
Hello again my Friend:
PART ONE.
Here's a Background Briefing of myself, to give you and others insight to my current situation...and things that need help from a select group of interested and concerned fellow Americans. That's who I want today.
I come from humble middle-class beginnings in El Monte, Ca since 1958.
The Mayor was my next door neighbour; the Hangin' Judge lived down the street, and across the street was Arroyo High School. It made for a volatile mix of American Culture in my wee Capricorn mind.
Counter-Culture was my favorite subject in the Classroom of Life. The AHS Campus was my Playground. The Janitors were my Teachers. The students were agitators, and I found Treasures in the trash and capitalized from it. (Supplemental income aside from my Paper Route. I had to feed my MAD Magazine habit, dontcha know?). And ultimately, I "knew the answers" to the trick questions that The System asked long before my Freshman year.
I was an ambitious lad, full of piss and vinegar, angst and disdain; rebellion and a fervent need to defect from the societal norm on the grounds of intellectual & moral principles, and common sense.
And everybody was watching me. Mothers, Church, Nosey Neighbours, Admin and State. And that guy over there. He works overtime.
I evolved to be an Artist in my youth. Straight "A's" K-12. My talents raised suspicions in the Parlance of Admin.
One day, a Saturday, in 5th Grade I went Downtown and took a test. At the end, the man in white asked if I wanted to go to the 6th Grade come Monday. I declined, saying I would never survive past first recess.
That put me on a Watch List.
After having failed keyboards, string and brass instruments in Elementary School and blasting Los Angeles AM Boss Radio from 1968 to 1972, I decided to play drums after banging my head against selected walls, and learning to believe the Message of Rock and Roll.
The Saga of Remo Ron begins here.
High School was the formative years of an aspiring young: Drummer; Disc Jockey and an Advertising Graphic Artist.
I did it all.
My first flyer was for a local Car Club cruise on Hunnington Blvd. in 1974. The next day the Arcadia cops are on my phone, shaking me down for the What For. I said "It's advertising. I made the flyer. It has my number on it. You called me, right?"
All the cops wanted to do was search and destroy the kids and their cars.
I was on another Watch List.
Now get this:
The first thing in September 1975, my Senior Year, I did something really big.
I proposed, produced and broadcasted on the Morning Announcements an LA FM Rock Radio-quality scripted spot for the Friday Night After-Game Dances. (Before me, they were nothing.)
Personally, I went from an El Monte nobody drumming wannabe, to an Instant Cultural Icon in the Rock and Roll genre, all over the land. It happened in 60 seconds that fateful 1975 morning.
That's when I was put on the Double-Secret Probation Watch List.
See, Authority, AKA Admin. does not like to share the Power and Control Spotlight with me. After 3 shows they shut me down, sighting "a lack of interest". Compare that lie to the Petition I distributed to get me on the air twice a week. 2000+ signatures in 5 days and it's still in my Evidence Archives. The older I got, the bigger the lies and I knew that Rebels are made, and not born. I had lots of friends then, and they were trouble; I was a reporter. I journaled. I still do.
END PART ONE
