Originally posted by Jean Paul Zodeaux
I lived in Las Cruces New Mexico at the time. We were aware of Disco Demolition Night in New Mexico. The radio station I most listened to was 95.5
KLAQ. That radio station spent all of 1979 playing as their station identifier the opening bars of Stayin' Alive only to end it abruptly with
the sound of a needle scratching the record. This was
Born and raised in Deming, NM (Though I was 3 when Disco Demolition Night happened...
). Deming got 3 music stations clear enough to listen to
while I was growing up. 2 were country (KOTS and KGRT *K-GREAT COUNTRY!) the other was golden oldies (KDEM). It was not until I was a senior in high
school that Deming, briefly, risked damaging the moral fabric of our youth by piping in the syndicated alternative/metal station Z-Rock. This
experiment lasted all of a year and a half and, thanks to complaints from parents, the contract was voided and the station reverted over to soft
After I started college at NMSU, I became a huge KLAQ fan (Buzz & Patty morning show was audio crack) and fondly remember "Magic" Mike, the old dude
who had been with the station back in their classic (50's & 60's) rock days and had managed to evolve with the station to spin metal records. I
even shelled out nearly a hundred bucks to buy a somewhat illegal radio antenna with a booster for my truck so I could pick up KLAQ all the way back
to Deming every day when my classes were over instead of losing it to fuzz just before passing the Akela Flats general store & tourist trap.
I say that to say this... If you're raised in a fishbowl, your perspectives tend to be different. My parents listened to two types of music my
entire formative years...
1) country and
We did not have cable TV. We had Rural TV service which picked up a total of 5 stations, one of which was the Nashville Network and none of which
were anything MTV/VH1/pop. I had one friend who was aware of heavy metal's existence and, through his stereo, I heard my first real rock & roll. We
had a weekend flea market in Deming which usually had a table of bootleg cassettes for sale for a buck apiece. The jewel cases were crappy and the
liners were cheaply Xeroxed just enough for the cassette to appear legit until you looked inside the case and saw plain white paper staring back at
you. The tape itself was somehow stamped with a track listing which, if you had even the slightest hint of perspiration or moisture on you hands,
instantly smeared and was forever unreadable. I bought 10 or 12 tapes from the dude, GnR Appetite for Destruction, RATT, 2 Def Leppards, I believe I
may have picked up a couple Hank Williams Jrs in there as well... (Not even a week later, I got home from school and my dad had the shoebox I was
using as a tape keeper sitting on the front table. Aside from the Hank Jr. tapes, my collection was used for 12 Ga. skeet shooting in the back
I'm not going to say that people are wrong saying music style XYZ begat music style 123, etc. However, while the development of music may have been
a process driven evolution, taste in music is not. Nobody in their right mind would expect someone to go from having only listened to old country, to
suddenly relishing in Reign in Blood with their speakers turned to 10. But it sure happens a lot. Amazingly, I was in my mid 20s before I even
learned to appreciate bands like U2 and The Police. I heard them when I was first in college, of course, but their sound and character didn't speak
to me until later in life. That's another aspect of music, I think, you can either grow into a genre or, conversely, outgrow a genre fairly easily.
I believe that, in the case of disco, it was probably outgrown by enough people that the commercial aspect of having dedicated disco radio stations
became the driving force behind its commercial "death."