KSCR-United Township High School, East Moline Illinois-1973
That's me behind the mic stand
Yeah, me and that John Denver thing goin on.
That's how long this thing's been in my blood.
35 years ago? Damn


D'oh!!
Hey Eliot, karma's a bitch, huh? I don't mean to belittle anyone, but are you kidding me? He spent $4300 on an "escort"? Nice job. You have a beautiful wife, three gorgeous daughters (one who is getting ready to graduate from high school and go off to college) and you throw it all away?
What the hell is wrong with guys like you anyway?
As a friend of a guy who lost his job through the bulldog hypocritical action of the great guv, I think I speak for a number of my radio brethren who say, screw you. I hope your wife leaves you.
What an idiot to cheat on this.
NEW YORK Gov. ELIOT SPITZER -- the man who as State Attorney General magnified payola allegations to the point where the labels and radio had to settle to the tune of many millions of dollars, and many lost their jobs as a result of the allegations -- is facing some karmic justice of his own today. After revelations of his involvement in a prostitution ring was reported in TODAY's NEW YORK TIMES, SPITZER abruptly scheduled a press conference this afternoon to deal with the allegations.
The local CBS-TV affiliate is now reporting that "SPITZER was not expected to continue as governor and may resign by MONDAY evening...Reliable sources told CBS 2 Political Reporter MARCIA KRAMER that Lt. Gov. DAVID PATERSON could be sworn in as governor as early as 7p MONDAY."
SPITZER did not mention his resignation in his statement to the press, in which he said: "I have acted in a way that violated the obligations to my family and that violates my -- or any -- sense of right and wrong. I apologize first, and most importantly, to my family. I apologize to the public whom I promised better. I do not believe politics in the long run is about individuals. It is about ideas, the public good and doing what is best for the State of NEW YORK. I am disappointed that I failed to live up to the standard that I expect of myself. I must now dedicate some time to regain the trust of my family. I will not be taking questions. Thank you very much. I will report back to you in short order. Thank you very much."
According to THE TIMES, SPITZER was identified in court papers as a client in a prostitution ring. "The governor’s travel records show that he was in WASHINGTON in mid-FEBRUARY," the story asserted. "One of the clients described in court papers arranged to meet with a prostitute who was part of the ring, the EMPERORS CLUB VIP on the night of FEB. 13th."
Number 9 ... Number 9 ... Number 9....
Predictably, the press has feasted on this story like school of piranhas on a bleeding cow. WNBC.com reports that "According to a law enforcement source close to the investigation, the Democratic governor used the alias "GEORGE FOX" when meeting with a prostitute. His alleged conversations with the prostitution ring are detailed in court papers in which SPITZER is identified as "Client 9," according to a source.
APNEWS reports that "The client paid $4,300 in cash to the service, with some being used for the encounter and the rest apparently to be used for credit. When discussing how the payments would be arranged, Client 9 allegedly told [defendant TEMEKA RACHELLE] LEWIS: 'Yup, same as in the past, no question about it,' suggesting it was a routine exchange."
ABCNEWS.COM reports that "As recently as this past VALENTINE'S DAY, FEB. 13, SPITZER, who officials say is identified in a federal complaint as "Client 9," arranged for a prostitute "KRISTEN" to meet him in WASHINGTON, D.C. The woman met Client 9 at the MAYFLOWER HOTEL, room 871, 'for her tryst,' according to the complaint. Client 9 also is alleged to have paid for the woman's train tickets, cab fare, mini bar and room service, travel time and hotel ... Prosecutors reportedly have a series of e-mails and wiretapped phone conversations of SPITZER."
Yeah, yeah OK. I know what you are thinkin', the boy's flipped out. All I know is in the summer of my 14th year, this sweet lovely song called "Make It With You" floated out of the AM radio and into the ears of my girlfirend (if you could call her that, but I did at the time). She loved the song, so did I, it was deemed to be "our song" and so it was. After we broke up, she gave me the album back that I bought her with my own money (see previous post). I started playing it and discovered "Been Too Long On The Road", "It Don't Matter To Me" "Why Do You Keep Me Waiting"and others. David Gates hung around in Tulsa with Leon Russell and J.J. Cale. James Griffin was a session guy in LA, Mike Botts was a well respected drummer who once worked with Wes Montgomery and Larry Knectel palyed keyboards on "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" so, these guys could play. They just didn't play as loud as most of the other stuff I was listening to. Apparently, it was a clash of egos that sent these guys to their demise and that's too bad. For every Deep Purple, Black Sabbath or Zeppelin record, this was a nice diversion. I was 14 when I first heard them in 70, they split up for about four years in 1973 and released "Lost Without Your Love" in 1977 and called it quits. They had a special on TV around my 16th birthday and I had to beg my father to let me watch it. James Griffin recently passed with cancer at the age of 61. He wrote "For All We Know" for The Carpenters. He once said that they never wanted to be a soft rock band but going toe to toe with Grand Funk was probably not in their best interest. 

Nice. Last year, you decide to bail on the Cardinals in the middle of the season to get help for "personal reasons". You go through "rehab", get clean and declare yourself a new man. No probs, no worries. Last years death of Josh Hancock obviously didn't get through. On the night of December 30, you and your hot wife go out on the town, drink yourself into stupor, wreck your BMW, puke in a friends house and then beat the shit out of him when he objects about it. You then hide in a closet when the cops come and you don't tell anyone about until the cops try to arrest you in spring training. Lovely. So, the Cardinals release you, and then have to pay you over two million dollars. So, let me get this straight....get drunk, wreck car, punch friend, hide from cops, make millions. What a country.
What a sweet, sweet man. when my band was together, we were looking to play anywhere and everywhere. It didn't matter, we just wanted to play. We heard that Jeff was looking for a band to open his show at Mississippi Nights, we entered a tape and were called about a week before the show, saying that Jeff liked the "rawness" of our sound. We were pumped because he was the next "big" thing, a blind guitar player who played the axe on his lap. He had a hit song with "Angel Eyes" and we knew the place would be packed. It was more than packed.We played our ass off, because we knew that Jeff liked our stuff. After the set, while we were leaving the stage, he "looked" at me and said, "you better get back out there, they want more." I mumbled something about opening acts not getting encores and he said "mine do", so we played two more songs and got a standing ovation. If we all hadn't had day jobs, he would have taken us on the road with him. Look at the fingers in the picture, long and sleek. He had been fighting cancer since the age of one, it cost him his sight and ultimately his life. Dead at 41. A very sweet and kind musician. Done too soon.
Denis Payton, the sax player in the Dave Clark Five, died in December after a long struggle with cancer. He was 63.Payton appeared on all the group's records, and also played guitars, harmonica and sang backing vocals. The Dave Clark Five, whose "Tottenham Sound" was London's answer to the wave of hits pouring out of Liverpool in the 1960s, scored with hits including "Bits and Pieces," "Do You Love Me?" and "Glad All Over." "He was thrilled about our American Rock and Roll Hall of Fame nomination and said, 'I know I won't be around but it was an amazing part of my life that I am very proud of,'" Clark said. 

In December, while shooting a video on how to play golf Tripp (I even hate his name) got into a pissing match with a red tailed hawk who had the audacity to interrupt him while he was driving.
You know, I hate professsional golfers. Pissy, prissy prima donnas rule the sport. You can't talk, whisper or distract them in anyway. Anyway, the red tailed hawk violated that rule so Tripp thought he'd launch a few drives his way and wouldn't you know, nailed the hawk for his dastardly sins. Tripp killed it with a driven ball. He hit it so hard it caused the hawk to bleed out it's nostrils. He then laughed about it. Aint no laughing matter to kill an endangered migratory bird. I admire his driving skills but me thinks this might not turn out so well for Tripp. What am I thinking? Tripp will get the finest lawyers money can buy, and he'll get off with a slap on the wrist because he's a golfer and we know golfers rule the world.

I think it's time for a Tripp on the karma train.