@Sebe. Yes, I saw it on the morning shows. It was everywhere. Thanks for the clip.
(Just Between You and Me....I KNOW how you got thru the initial playing of the song in them quarters you lived in... it was a result of one of the initial choices you had to make...."you chose, if I remember correctly, by inhabiting the 'juicer' accomadations rather than the alterative.) On a positive note, however, had you chosen the alternative....you'd still be in them quarters listening to the same song over and over and over and....
"it was a result of one of the initial choices you had to make....you chose, if I remember correctly, by inhabiting the 'juicer' accomadations rather than the alterative.)
I'm not sure what you mean. I was a "promotable E-6" when I arrived in Germany in 1978, and I chose to live in "junior NCO" quarters (E4-E6) because the waiting list was zero days, and the waiting list for senior NCO quarters - for which I qualified based upon promotable status - was 9 months. If I chose the latter, my family would have had to remain stateside until quarters were available, which would have been intolerable since the wife and our two small kids were staying "temporarily" with mother-in-law.
My promotable E-6 status automatically awarded me the position of "building coordinator" in junior NCO quarters, based on my rank seniority over the other TWENTY-THREE E4-E6 families who resided in the building. So I got the additional duty of breaking up the all the fist fights, knife fights, domestic disputes, etc., and riding herd on building occupants to cut the grass, shovel snow, and clean up the place for my entire three year tour in addition to my "normal" job.
If I hadn't chosen the junior NCO quarters, I'd have lived in quarters with the senior enlisted leadership (E8-E9), which when you visited there you could hear a pin drop 24 hours a day. It would have been a much quieter and simpler life, but far less "interesting" if you know what I mean. I don't regret my decision, but as far as the "Rapper's Delight Caper," it really was a pain in the rear end to not only have to put up with the booming bass all night long, but also having to listen to my wife and other building occupants complain about it until the problem was solved. It was a double-whammy for sure. But we eventually got the problem fixed though superior firepower. But it wasn't a pleasant experience - either for me or for the folks who lived on the floor below.
(I think what you might be referring to was my initial arrival in Germany for my FIRST tour as an E3 in 1972, where I chose to be with the "alkies" instead of the "dopers." But that's a different story.....)