Friday, March 21, 2008


August Campbell and The Spur of the Moment Band - Original Recording on 45 RPM - Boy, have times changed.....along came transistor radios, cassette players, cd's, and vcr's (remember Beta and VHS tapes?) Does anyone have a Beta machine, and where do you buy those Beta recording tapes? I just saw one on E-Bay, machine and a big collection of tapes for $77.00. Sears sold all of us Beta machines, only to find out a month later, everyone was buying a machine which used VHS tapes. Then along came, CD's, I-Pods and MP3 Players. I can now record myself taking a shower on my cell phone, download it onto my computer and post it on YouTube, all while my morning coffee is brewing. Fax machines, a thing of the past. I can get my fax sent to my cell phone while I sit at Starbucks and have my Caffé Latte. Boy, have times changed. Technology is alive and well in the good old US of A.

My record label was Flat Baroque Records (like no money broke), but my record was pressed and sent to market. The rest is history. My local hangout has my recording on the played by a Bose Stereophonic Quadraphonic system which could blow the roof off. The locals all know that's me singing....they keep putting their dollar in the jukebox, and I keep on collecting my pennies as royalties. Boy, if I had just put my I-95 song on I-Tunes back then!

This is the I-95 Road Sign which inspired my original recording of "The I-95 Asshole Song." If you have ever travelled I-95 even for a few miles, you can certainly identify with my lyrics.
Interstate 95 is the main highway on the East Coast of the United States which runs along the Atlantic Ocean from Maine to Florida and serving some of the best known cities in the country including Boston, New York City, Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami.
It is the longest North-South Interstate in the United States and passes through fifteen states, more than any other Interstate Highway. So, you would agree, with all those miles and all those states, if you are travelling I-95, you see a lot, you blink your eyes at what you see and you keep on driving.
You witness the unbelievable and you say to your friends when you get to your destination "You won't believe what I saw on I-95!" Well, I just didn't tell my friends what I saw on I-95, I wrote a song about it.