Announcement: The Q101 Oral History Book officially has a title!
When I launched my Q101 oral history book project on Kickstarter, I scrambled to come up with a working title. I settled on Smells Like Rock Radio, a title I never liked at all, knowing full well that I’d have to come up with something better down the road.
I’d always assumed that the right title would come to me and that I shouldn’t force it. That’s exactly what happened when Sludge recounted the following story from Jamboree ’99 for the book:
Offspring was the second-to-last band; the Chili Peppers were the headliners. In the Offspring’s last song, Dexter (Holland) told everybody to start throwing garbage–at them, even–up on the stage … whatever you have, start throwing garbage up here. (There were) 30,000 people throwing tons of everything around them, on to the stage.
I actually remember laying on a couch in the side green room. There were no other Q101 D.J.s around; I was alone in the room. Somebody ran in from the Tweeter Center and was like, “Somebody’s gotta get out there–you’ve gotta stop this, or the show’s going to end right now.” I was kind of dazed–it was one of those Jamboree days which were like 15-20 hour days–I was like, “What are you talking about?” I look out the window to the stage, and all I see is garbage being thrown up–I didn’t know what was going on exactly. So I run down to the side of the stage with this guy, the Offspring gets done and walks off, and the garbage keeps coming. He goes, “You’ve gotta go out there and tell them to stop.”
I don’t know why I didn’t fear it at the time, so I walked right out to the mic into the garbage rain and said, “We appreciate your enthusiasm.” I should have stopped right there and walked off, looking back on it, because maybe the garbage would have stopped then. Instead, my next statement was, “If you don’t stop throwing garbage, the Chili Peppers won’t be able to come on.” That’s when a new amount of tonnage of garbage came at me. That’s just like daring people to throw more, and that’s exactly what everybody did. It went on for another ten minutes, (and I) got hit with garbage, objects, and water bottles. Somebody even got a garbage can on to the stage, a full garbage can rolled up and made it up to the stage. I laughed about it, of course, to try and bond with (the fans), but that was the dumbest thing ever to say after “we appreciate your enthusiasm.”
In the days, months, and years that followed Jamboree ’99, it always made me laugh when I thought about “We appreciate your enthusiasm.” It was a perfectly dry response to the shitstorm of refuse that was raining down on the pavilion and stage.
I like books whose titles are provocative but not obvious, especially when the title refers to content within the book itself. With that in mind, I’ve officially and, yes, enthusiastically titled my book We Appreciate Your Enthusiasm: The Oral History of Chicago’s Q101. Special thanks to Sludge for (unknowingly at the time) coming up with the perfect title for this project.