My Late Mom's "Not So Major Label Debut"
Peter T.
location: New Hampshire
listening to: Too much of everything!
registered: 1999.05.20
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Around 1929, my mom attended kindergarten in sleepy little Derry, NH. She had eyes (and
more) for her classmate, Alan. In fact, when the teacher would leave the children
unattended, mom and Alan would "touch tongues", mom's words. Fast forward to the late 1960s, and mom would refer to the illicit affair in the song that
she penned and sang, Name Dropper. Fast forward to 2010. I am chatting with the leader of the Oklahoma City-based band,
The Smoldering Ashes. Tory, mastermind of the eclectic combo, happened to mention that
the band's new album, An Oasis Where Nothing Explodes, has a song called Moon Stone. It
tells the story of an astronaut who returned home from the Moon with a chunk of, well,
Moon rock. He places it in front of his door so visitors can then say they've stepped on
the Moon. Rewind to the 1929 affair between mom and Alan. You see, Alan was Alan Shepard from
Apollo 14 fame. The guy who hit the golf ball on the Moon, and almost resulted in Peter T.
being Peter S. But I digress. Tory, so intrigued to learn of the connection with his new tune
offers to put mom's poorly recorded (that's putting it mildly as it was a crappy Radio Shack
tape recorder that mom always fumbled with) version of Name Dropper on the band's new
CD as the untitled bonus song at the end. And so DBIS members, that's how my mom
made her "not so major label debut" this month. If you want to hear the lurid details of
mom and Alan's liaison, you will have to procure the disc. But get it soon, before the story
goes viral, Hollywood begins making offers, David is commissioned to do the film score,
and the limited edition disc gets scooped up. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Smoldering-Ashes/94843422158Peter T.
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Around 1929, my mom attended kindergarten in sleepy little Derry, NH. She had eyes (and
more) for her classmate, Alan. In fact, when the teacher would leave the children
unattended, mom and Alan would "touch tongues", mom's words. Fast forward to the late 1960s, and mom would refer to the illicit affair in the song that
she penned and sang, Name Dropper. Fast forward to 2010. I am chatting with the leader of the Oklahoma City-based band,
The Smoldering Ashes. Tory, mastermind of the eclectic combo, happened to mention that
the band's new album, An Oasis Where Nothing Explodes, has a song called Moon Stone. It
tells the story of an astronaut who returned home from the Moon with a chunk of, well,
Moon rock. He places it in front of his door so visitors can then say they've stepped on
the Moon. Rewind to the 1929 affair between mom and Alan. You see, Alan was Alan Shepard from
Apollo 14 fame. The guy who hit the golf ball on the Moon, and almost resulted in Peter T.
being Peter S. But I digress. Tory, so intrigued to learn of the connection with his new tune
offers to put mom's poorly recorded (that's putting it mildly as it was a crappy Radio Shack
tape recorder that mom always fumbled with) version of Name Dropper on the band's new
CD as the untitled bonus song at the end. And so DBIS members, that's how my mom
made her "not so major label debut" this month. If you want to hear the lurid details of
mom and Alan's liaison, you will have to procure the disc. But get it soon, before the story
goes viral, Hollywood begins making offers, David is commissioned to do the film score,
and the limited edition disc gets scooped up. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Smoldering-Ashes/94843422158Peter T.
