Dear Editor,
Re: “
Naked If I Want To” [Music, Jan. 8]: I had forgotten how hard it was to hear the music. Growing up in Topeka, Kan., (the graveyard of ambition), one had to want to rock & roll. Me and my buddy Daryl would trudge across town to thumb through the meager selection of albums at Jenkins music store. And what a bleak landscape when we were forced to see bands like Moby Grape on generic variety shows. I saw
The Mike Douglas Show performance. He not only called them the Moby Grapes, but the audience of middle-aged women who had obviously never heard of them clapped too soon on “8:05” and ruined the ending. I still have that first pressing in
mono!