Greetings to you from a cold and snow-covered Cedar Falls, Iowa, where I wish you a very happy New Year. We all hope and pray that 2021 will be a much better year than 2020. The bar is set incredibly low for that to happen.
It seems very appropriate to me that a year ago Beaker Street Mark 3.0, the Arkansas Rocks Era quietly rose like a phoenix from the ashes to announce its presence once again.
The year 2020 turned out to be, for my money anyway, the most tumultuous year in American History since, well, 1968. Hence, the appropriateness of Clyde Clifford, the man who compiled the late night soundtrack to that hard year, came back to us again in 2020.
Radio is a strange profession, especially for the rare DJ like Clyde Clifford who forged a very special and unique relationship to his audience. I’m willing to bet that most of us have never met Clyde personally. This native-born Iowan isn’t even sure that the man has ever sat foot in the Hawkeye State. Yet many of us think of him as our family, or at the very least our friend.
We missed our friend, and he returned to us after 8 years.
We needed him. I don’t think it is a stretch to say he needed us too. We all got through 2020 and I don’t think part of it is in no small part due to Beaker Street. From May 2020 to now, with August being the exception to take care of medical business, we counted on Clyde Clifford. And he didn’t let us down.
He never let my father down either. You see, I wasn’t around in the late 60’s, being born in the malaise that was 1978. But my father was- and he took much of his musical cues from Clyde. They say your parents are your first DJ. They shape the early stages of your musical taste (there are exceptions to this rule, of course, but for the most part I think it’s true in most cases). It’s safe to say that Clyde was indirectly my first DJ. The albums my dad loved so well: Santana, Humble Pie, Steely Dan, etc. were in his collection in the early 80s. They were the first music I ever heard and loved.
Clyde gave them to Dad on the Mighty 1090. Dad gave them to me. As you know, Dad is gone now. But Beaker Street lives, thank God.
I do not consider myself anyone special among the Beaker Street community. I am merely an archivist who wants to leave a digital footprint and an archive what is happening here and now every Friday night. When Clyde says to share the show with your friends, it’s my hope that you will use my little blog as one tool to get the word out.
It has been a pleasure to get to know you on the Facebook board. It has also been a pleasure to serve you this past year on my blog. I thank Kenneth Hawkins for his graciously agreeing to let me share links to his recordings on the blog. Thank you to Brian Rock for his help as well. Thank you to Clyde and Trish for welcoming this Gen X’er into the community and helping me out and correcting me when I mislabel something on the blog. Thank you to all the dear people of the online digital campfire that we share most every Friday.
I hope to serve you all in the years to come on this page.
God bless you all and a Happy, Healthy New Year to you all.
Your friend and servant,