Big man, Pig man, ha ha charade you are…
I have today discovered a gem; Marc Denis’ CKGM Super 70s Tribute Page. If you were a kid growing up in Montreal’s West Island you lived for FM radio and all the opportunities CKGM offered. I recently discovered a CKGM weekly ratings postcard of top hits and albums for November 1, 1971 in Theresa’s things, here are some of Ron Legge’s picks:
Teaser and the Firecat – Cat Stevens
Every Picture Tells a Story – Rod Stewart
Hot Pants – James Brown
200 Motels – Frank Zappa
This was Theresa’s world. Check out Marc’s description on 1977:
… a particularly memorable 12 months of concerts and record crowds in Montréal as 98 CKGM presents (or welcomes) the hottest acts of the day at the Forum: Queen (January 26), Peter Gabriel (March 23), the Eagles (March 29), Al Stewart (April 16), Peter Frampton (August 16), Rod Stewart (October 10) and Montréal’s own Gino Vannelli (November 25). The post-summer games Big O is now also a newly-christened concert venue as CKGM presents Emerson, Lake and Palmer there in front of 78,800 fans on August 26. This mega ELP concert evening comes straight on the heels of the 80,000-patron Pink Floyd extravaganza at Olympic Stadium only a few weeks earlier (July 6).
I can tell you she attended at least 4, maybe 5 of these shows – Frampton, Stewart, ELP, Floyd and maybe Al Stewart. Frampton I believe was at Man And His World, and Terry Roth drove Theresa and a bunch of her friends there. ELP and Pink Floyd were monster, legendary shows at the Olympic Stadium.
In fact, I only just yesterday unpacked this poster I’ve been carrying in a tube for five years and framed it on my wall. As fate would have it Terry contacted me yesterday and demanded that I blare Welcome To The Machine at full decibels, it was one of Theresa’s favorites.
About the Pig: I especially like in Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men how the cultural minister has rescued rare examples of prized art including Pink Floyd’s pig.
Here’s a kicker. When The Wall was released in late 1979 Theresa was by then dead. The first person in our house to buy the latest Pink Floyd album was not me, but my father. For a number of years he became a real fan (or maybe he was just carrying the flag for her), and he had 8-tracks of all of their stuff in his car.