Wednesday, May 02, 2007

R I P Zola Taylor



This may have been my earliest musical influence. Other than my mom, Zola and Patsy Cline were the first two female singers I ever heard. Zola was the lead singer for The Platters and I remember very clearly my brothers copy of the album "The Platters Greatest Hits" from a very early Raley residence. The song "The Great Pretender" is my birth song. It was number one on my birthday. She died on April 30 at the age of 67 after a series of strokes. Another great musical icon in my world I like to call Raleyville is gone.
Sleep well.

R I P Tom Poston



Another bridge to my early days has passed. I do remember when he was on Steve allen and I do remember when he was on "To Tell The Truth". I loved his goofy, bumbling humor. He was so self-effacing on the air. He was also married to a woman I had a crush on all through high school, Suzanne Pleshette(yeah, yeah oh yeah)


Lucky guy...talent will do that for you.
Thanks Tom.


Here's the report:

Tom Poston, the tall, pasty-faced comic who found fame and fortune playing a clueless everyman on such hit television shows as “Newhart” and “Mork and Mindy,” has died. He was 85. Poston, who was married to Suzanne Pleshette of “The Bob Newhart Show,” died Monday night at home after a brief illness, a family representative, Tanner Gibson, said Tuesday. The nature of his illness was not disclosed.
Bob Newhart remembered Poston as a “versatile and veteran performer and a kindhearted individual.” “Tom was always the ‘go-to guy’ on ‘Newhart’ in addition to being a good and longtime friend,” Newhart said in a statement Tuesday. Billy Crystal, who starred in the 1978 film “Rabbit Test” in which Poston also appeared, was another admirer. “How rare that a gentle, sweet person could be so incredibly funny,” Crystal said in a statement. “I grew up watching Tom on ‘The Steve Allen Show’ as a kid. What an incredible gift to become friends with him and to learn about comedy from a true professional. He was a combination of Stan Laurel and Jack Benny. We will all miss him.” Poston’s run as a comic bumbler began in the mid-1950s with “The Steve Allen Show” after Allen plucked the character actor from the Broadway stage to join an ensemble of eccentrics he would conduct “man in the street” interviews with. Don Knotts was the shaky Mr. Morrison, Louis Nye was the suave, overconfident Gordon Hathaway and Poston’s character was so unnerved by the television cameras that he couldn’t remember who he was. He won an Emmy playing “The Man Who Can’t Remember His Name. But when Allen moved the show from New York to Los Angeles in 1959, Poston stayed behind “Hollywood’s not for me right now; I’m a Broadway cat,” he told a reporter at the time.
When he did finally move west, he quickly began appearing in variety shows, sitcoms and films. His movie credits included “Cold Turkey,” “The Happy Hooker,” “Rabbit Test” and, more recently, “Christmas With the Kranks,” “Beethoven’s 5th” and “The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement.” On “Mork and Mindy,” which starred Robin Williams as a space alien, Poston was Franklin Delano Bickley, the mindless boozer with the annoying dog. On “Newhart,” he was George Utley, the handyman who couldn’t fix anything at the New England inn run by Newhart’s character. And on Newhart’s show “Bob,” he was the star’s dim-bulb former college roommate. “These guys are about a half-step behind life’s parade,” Poston commented in a 1983 interview. “The ink on their instruction sheets is beginning to fade. But they can function and cope and don’t realize they are driving people up the walls.
“In ways I don’t like to admit, I’m a goof-up myself,” Poston continued. “It’s an essential part of my character. When these guys screw up it reminds me of my own incompetence with the small frustrations of life.”

From Broadway to Bob Newhart
Goof-up or not, Poston was a versatile actor who made his Broadway debut in 1947 playing five roles in Jose Ferrer’s “Cyrano de Bergerac.” One role called for him to engage in a duel, fall 10 feet, roll across the stage and vanish into the orchestra pit. Other actors had auditioned and failed but Poston, who in his youth had been an acrobat with the Flying Zepleys, did the stunt perfectly. He went on to play secondary roles in Broadway comedies and starred at regional theaters in such shows as “Romanoff and Juliet” and “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.” For 10 years he was also a panelist on the popular TV quiz show “To Tell the Truth.”

He made guest appearances on scores of television shows, including “Studio One,” “The Phil Silvers Show,” “The Defenders,” “Get Smart,” “The Bob Newhart Show,” “The Love Boat,” “St. Elsewhere,” “The Simpsons,” “Coach,” “Murphy Brown,” “Home Improvement,” “Touched by an Angel,” “Will & Grace,” “Dream On,” “Just Shoot Me!” and “That ’70s Show.” Poston and his first wife, Jean Sullivan, had a daughter, Francesca, before their marriage ended in divorce. He married his second wife, Kay Hudson, after they met while appearing in the St. Louis Light Opera, and they had a son, Jason, and daughter, Hudson. Poston and Pleshette, who had appeared together in the 1959 Broadway play “The Golden Fleecing,” had had a brief fling (way to go, Tom!!) before marrying other people. Both now widowed, they reunited in 2000 and married the following year. Their paths had crossed on “The Bob Newhart Show” in the 1970s. Poston made several guest appearances on the sitcom in which Pleshette played Newhart’s wife. In 2006, Pleshette underwent chemotherapy for lung cancer that her agent said was caught at an early stage.

Born in Columbus, Ohio, on Oct. 17, 1921, Thomas Poston moved from city to city as a child as his father hunted for work during the Depression. As a teenager, he made money as a boxer. Following two years at Bethany College he enlisted in the Army Air Corps and flew troops to the European war zone during World War II. Hunting for a postwar occupation, Poston read an interview with Charles Jehlinger, creative head of the American Academy of Dramatic Arts and was inspired to sign up for a two-year course at the Academy.

Besides Pleshette, Poston is survived by his children, Francesca Hudson and Jason Poston.

A private service was planned for immediate family. Details of a public memorial service were to be announced later.

© 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

Post 701



"Rainy day, dream away
Ah let the sun take a holiday
Flowers bathe an ah see the children play
Lay back and groove on a rainy day.

Well I can see a bunch of wet creatures, look at them on the run
The carnival traffic noise it sings the tune splashing up
Even the ducks can groove rain bathin in the park side pool
And I'm leanin out my window sill diggin evrything
And ah and you too.

Rainy day, rain all day
Aint no use in gettin uptight
Just let it groove its own way
Let it drain your worries away yeah
Lay back and groove on a rainy day hey
Lay back and dream on a rainy day"

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Post Number 700!! Damn you Steve Mays!!



"Getting ahead in a difficult profession requires avid faith in yourself. That is why some people with mediocre talent, but with great inner drive, go much further than people with vastly superior talent."

-Sophia Loren

Monday, April 30, 2007

Randy's College of Musical Knowledge



"Marrakesh Express" 1969 Crosby, Stills and Nash




Marrakesh is a city in Morocco famous for leather goods. The "Marrakesh Express" is the train Graham Nash took on a trip there from Casablanca in 1966. The lyrics are filled with the sights, sounds and vibes that he encountered on the trip.
Prior to exiting the Hollies in 1968, Nash offered this to his band mates. However, the tune was ultimately rejected as being not commercial enough. Their refusal to record this and other tunes he wrote was one of the main reasons Nash left the band and moved to Los Angeles to join up with Crosby and Stills. His new band mates liked the tune and it ended up on their debut album.

Backstage Pass Number Three (Collect Them All!!)



I have interviewed Jon Anderson twice. Each time, he has been a prince, a guy who "gets it" and the interviews represented a very high point in my career. This backstage pass was from the "90125" tour, one of the greatest comebacks in rock history. April of 1984, we played the members of Yes in a softball game because they had just discovered the game and were looking to play anyone.(see previous post) No crowds, just English blokes having fun in the heartland of America. By the way, they allowed me to do stage announcements in front of 18,000 people at Kemper right before their show. The big bands usually never let that happen. I guess they liked us American clowns. The show was great.

Junk


Flavor of Love Girls:Charm School.
I got home tonight and turned on the tube and found this show on VH1. WTF is this? This is nothing more than a bunch of chickens, cluckin and cacklin. Lots 'o dirty words, though. Bitch this, bitch that. whew! Moved the dial one channel up and found all of the members of Fleetwood Mac break down "Rumours" on VH1 classic and then found myself locked in for the next forty five minutes as these guys got very real with the whole thing. Which leads me to....
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...why was it music with me? Why wasn't it math or science or american history? I was enthralled with the space mission when I was a kid, but it was always about music. I could have been an excellent teacher. My favorite subject in school was american history and geography. As a kid, when we would head out on the road, I was the shithead that told you if you were to continue at 60mph, in twenty minutes, we will be in Bowling Green. I knew every state capital at ten. I would have been one of those teachers that got dressed up as George Washington or Lincoln. I would have wanted to hug my kids, and I don't think you can do that anymore. But, it's always been about the music.
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On April 30, 2007, I weigh 180.5 pounds. By May 30, I should be at 175.5.
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"Happiness: a good bank account, a good cook and a good digestion."
Jean Jacques Rousseau
French political philosopher (1712 - 1778)

Sunday, April 29, 2007

The Royal Scam

I like downtown St. Louis, I really do. It's bustling place at 8:15 am and it's a nice cruise from Kirkwood, usually about 30-35 minutes from the burbs. A trip like that in Nashville would take days.


I do NOT however, enjoy the folly that I call "the parking scam". I got in at KMOX too late in the season to get any "monthly" parking deals. Apparently, the moment the baseball season starts, it's everyman for himself when it comes to finding a place to park. Most of the downtown places pull in their monthly programs and they specifically target unsuspecting saps like me by getting us to pay a daily fee. Last Thursday, the Cardinals had a day game, 1:15 start. The place where I normally park decided to charge their "game" rate of $15.00. (I get it at $4 a day). Even though it was 8:15 am, the guy at the booth wanted nothing to do with it. I decided that since I had a number of calls to make that day, I would go over to the other side of Keiner Plaza and put all the change I had in the meter. Cool, I had 50 minutes. So, at 8:20, I was good till 9:10.
At 9:12, I returned to find a $25 parking ticket on my car.
Normally, I'm not much of a conspiracy nut, (actually, I am) but I have had to fork over $75 in parking tickets this year downtown and got hosed once for $15.

This cannot continue.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

I love Sunday morning, I always have. Got up, had breakfast, praised God and read the paper on the porch. I had the Ipod symphony out there so, the tunes were awesome.
The playlist went something like this:
"Walkin Slow"-Jackson Browne, "Time Out Of Mind"-Steely Dan, "If Love Should Go" by Steve Walsh's old band Streets, "These Days" by Dan Fogelberg, "New Girl Now" by Honeymood Suite, "Do The Strand" by Roxy Music, "Pressure Point" by Charlie and "Brown Sugar" by the Stones.

I then hung some shades to keep the sun out of the back porch and my good mood turned sour when I found out that Josh Hancock, a 29 year old relief pitcher for the Cardinals was killed last night after driving into the back of a tow truck pulled off to the side of the road...

It's every parents worst nightmare to bury one of your kids. They called off the Cubs-Cards game tonight. In the name of Darryl Kile, what the heck is going on? This is the second time during a Cards-Cubs series that a pitcher has died in the past five years.



It's just not the same
The show is/was great and it will always be very funny, but not being able to hear Dr. Johnny Fever kick off the new format with "Queen of The Forest" by Ted Nugent and not hearing "Hot Blooded" by Foreigner at a critical scene kinda sucks. They couldn't get the rights to ANY of the music. It makes the package lose a whole letter grade for me, so, as good as it is, it only gets a B-. Looking back after all these years, I know so many people like the people on WKRP. I like to think I had a little Johnny in me. I worked for a sweet, lovable guy that had nary a clue, or so you thought, then he would surprise you. I have worked with Herb Tarlick (and hope I don't become him). I have fallen in love with someone that reminds me of Bailey and got real close to an overnight guy like Venus. The show was prophetic, funny and most of all, real. That is the thing that separates it from the movie "FM" which also had GREAT music. So, the music is gone, but the talent of the performers remain. I wish that I didn't concentrate so much on the missing soundtrack, but unfortunatley,for me, it does. That's because I remember what I was doing in my life not neccesarily by dates but by what was on the radio. Here is what the cast members said about losing the music..."I know that that was the most difficult issue," said Loni Anderson, who played receptionist and blond bombshell Jennifer Marlowe."But the comedy is still there, and it's still the same." "I am loath to learn that that's happened, but I have no control over it," said Howard Hesseman, who played disc jockey Dr. Johnny Fever. "It's a drag." In any case, the Fox Home Entertainment release contains all 22 episodes of the 1978-79 season -- including "Hoodlum Rock" and "Turkeys Away."
WKRP was nominated for 10 Emmys before being dropped by CBS, which moved it around the prime-time lineup like a hot potato."Our joke was, we wanted to do a commercial each time they moved us," said Anderson, 61 (61?). "We wanted to say, 'You'll love us -- if you can find us.' With series creator Hugh Wilson, the actress developed the role of Jennifer into a "mother figure" -- who had a decided preference for wealthy old men. Hesseman based his laid-back, sleep-deprived, shades-wearing Fever on "a melange of guys I knew in radio and what Hugh Wilson had put on the page to begin with and who I am -- just an ungodly mix," the 67-year-old said. Although cast members Jump (who attended Otterbein College in Westerville) and Gary Sandy hailed from Dayton, Anderson had never traveled to Cincinnati before WKRP premiered -- although she has visited since. Hesseman, meanwhile, has experienced the Queen City only once, in 1973. The show managed to click on several levels, according to the co-stars. "It's like the perfect storm," Anderson said. "It just comes together with the writing, which was brilliant, and the casting. Hugh never really centered on one person. . . . He made sure that we all got our share of screen time and writing time, and it makes the show fuller if you have each character in it every week." The cast members still get together each year. (Jump died in 2003.) "The family feeling that was there while we were doing it is still there," Hesseman said. "It was a very special time, and I'm thankful to have been there." And they still hear from fans of the sitcom. "I was just in Hawaii recently," Anderson said: "A girl ran up to me and said, 'My name is Loni, too, and I was named after you, and my mother went into labor while WKRP was on." "It warms my heart when somebody says 'Hey, Doctor!' on the street, and I always think it's for me," Hesseman said. "And then I turn, and there's an ambulance and somebody bleeding on the sidewalk.

"But I'm willing to wave back, nevertheless."

Saturday, April 28, 2007

David Craig Bradley


(there is no corrolation between david craig and this picture, it's just the first one I found on google when I put in David's name)

David Craig was let go from Clear Channel the other day. I swear it's their mission to fire everyone. I first met David when I was doing mornings at smooth jazz and he had an office right next to mine. David is from Birmingham Alabama and, like most of us, has done the ol' see the USA tour. I really like David, his family are friends with my family. Day after day, show after show, David would get to the station just about the time I did, 4:15 am. One day, while working next to David, the staff at WIL where he worked got him a birthday cake. Nice touch. He cut the cake and said something like.."the last time someone did this was in the Quad Cities." Well, that piqued (nice word) my attention since that is where I am from.
I asked him, "when were you in the Quad Cities?"
He said, "1971-73".
"So, who were you then?", I asked.
"David Bradley", he replied.

Holy shit! David Bradley did afternoons at KSTT and when I would get out of high school, HE would be the cat on the air. I thought David Bradley was a GREAT jock, and come to find out after all this time, he sat next to me every day. I haven't been able to think of David Craig in any other light than David Bradley after that and to this day...I still do.

Good luck, David, I hope you find something soon.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Oops! I Did It Again



I went to see my friend Tom from "Now Hear This" in downtown Kirkwood the other day. I have been shopping at Tom's since I found out about 20 years ago that the guy could get anything from anywhwre. I think my first purchase was a "Barclay James Harvest" release. We have developed a great friendship, too. I told him th eother day that his record store had become the old town barbershop; where guys when they have a break in their day, go looking in his store for something cool.



Anyway, he turned me on to the newest stuff which included the 5.1 Surround Sound version of two of the top ten albums that got me through high school. That would be "Every Good Boy Deserves Favour" and "Seventh Sojourn" by the Moody Blues. So, I have purchased the album, eight track, cassette, CD, MFSL version CD, and now the 5.1 surround sound version. Enough! I am waiting for the brain chip. It's gotta be coming soon. It does sound glorious.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Old Man? Me?




The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, he was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let him know.

Growing Older, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body ... the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the age spots on my face. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray(or any)hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself, although I still try to fight the aging process gracefully.

I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio or buying that 5.1 surround sound CD from the original master tapes from a band no one has heard of. I am entitled to be messy, to be extravagant, to smell the flowers. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m, and then sleep until -- ? on a Saturday morning. I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50's & 60's and 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will and have. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a body that's no longer seventeen, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old. (if they're lucky)

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But then again, some of life is just as well forgotten and I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a your parents, or older siblings that you worshipped, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I can say "no," and mean it. I can say "yes." and mean it.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being older. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day... (if I want).

Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.

Love simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly and leave the rest to God.

LIVE WELL - LAUGH OFTEN - LOVE MUCH

AND BE GRATEFUL FOR WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

It's A Man's World.....




Now, THAT's a grill.

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I do NOT Suck....



I hit the ball game with my friend Jay last night and he asked me how the sales gig was. He reminded me of the legendary "Glengarry Glen Ross" scene...
Here it is.

Oh yeah, can't beat the Simpson's version...

Monday, April 23, 2007

Backstage Pass Number Two




Dave Edmunds, Uptown Theatre 1982 Kansas City. One of the ten best shows I have ever seen. I did the stage announcements. It was a pleasure to introduce him. He and his band absolutely burned a hole in the stage.

Post 687 Quote



"...sometimes you wonder, I mean really wonder. I know we make our own reality and we always have a choice, but how much is pre-ordained?"-John Lennon

Not To Be Construed...Musical Mulligan #4



The previous post means nothing more than a song I heard on the Ipod today. It was kindof a gray Monday moring and I thought there was some kind of harmonic convergence going on with the song coming on the ol' Ipod. Yes, I have The Carpenters on there. 11 of them to be exact, including a nice version of "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft". Loved Karen Carpenter's voice the first time I heard "Close To You". Thought they were great pop songs, nothing more, but then I had an affinity for "pop songs". Great hooks, good production, first rate writing. Yep, another one of those "bottom of the pile" artists.
Back when they were popular, I'd go to the record shop and pick up Deep Purple, Zeppelin, Sabbath etc, and stuck on the bottom of he pile so my friends couldn't see...

With that in mind, my five favorite Carpenters songs....SHADDUP!!!

1. "Close To You"-fourteen and madly in love. 'nuff said
2. "Goodbye To Love"-nasty guitar solo at the end by Joey Paluso
3. "Hurting Each Other"-seventeen and fighting with the first wife
4. "Superstar"-most "purists" hate this version. Only Bonnie's version is better.
5. "Rainy Days and Mondays"-great pop song

So, there it is, I am really baring my soul now. And yes, I even have the box set.

Blah, blaher, blahest


Talking to myself and feeling old
Sometimes Id like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin around, nothing to do but frown
What Ive got they used to call the blues
Nothing is really wrong
Feeling like I dont belong
Walking around some kind of lonely clown.....

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Just Stuff For A Saturday Night



A list of films that use the word "fuck" the most




When interviews go very wrong...




C'mon down, Mr PhD and play "the Price Is Right"
Very funny.




From Barstool Sports, here are the 20 hottest female athletes in the world.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Randy's College of Musical Knowledge (the 4/20 edition)



I really need my daughter to photoshop this diploma...but oh well.

Hey wacky, cracky kids, it's time for another edition of Unkle Wandy's "College of Musical Knowledge". This is the 4/20 version. Did you know the song "Smokin" by Boston clocks in at 4:20?


Hmmmmm....

A Gentleman Musician's Final Review

William "B.G." Guffey III
Bill Guffey, of Shawnee Mission, KS, passed away April 12, 2007. He was born July 28, 1952 in Inglewood, CA. He died following a valiant battle for 7 months after receiving a liver transplant at KU Med. Center. Bill studied classical piano and played keyboards most of his life. In 1971 he moved to Boston and played with an underground group for two years. He was the original keyboard player for the rock group Shooting Star joining the band in 1977. After spending several years working on original songs and playing throughout the Midwest, the band made two trips to New York City where they performed for several major record companies. Ultimately, the band became the first American band signed to the English label, Virgin Records. They recorded their first album in London with record producer Gus Dudgeon, famous for his work with Elton John. Bill toured throughout the United States with Shooting Star until he left the band in 1981 after recording the album "Hang on For Your Life". He began his career with the IRS in 1991. He retired from his position as a steward for the National Treasury Employee Union, Chapter 66 for 9 years. He served as the second Vice President for NTEU, Chapter 66, and as the Executive Vice President from 2002 until his retirement. He was a member of Mensa International. He enjoyed playing international Video games with his son Billy and watching him play baseball. He loved gardening. He and his tomatoes will be missed. He is survived by his wife, Becka Guffey and son, William Guffey IV. His parents, Shirley Guffey of Lenexa, KS and William Guffey Jr. of Des Moines, IA, and a sister Liza Guffey. For friends and family there will be a celebration of his life April 29 at the Valley View Dance Studio in Overland Park 1-4 p.m. He will be buried in the Guffey Cemetery in Northern Missouri at a private service at a later date. Donations in his memory may be made to Animal Haven, 9800 W. 67th, Merriam, KS 66203, or to the Guffey Cemetery Association.
Published in the Kansas City Star on 4/18/2007.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

60 things to do before you die



Not sure what the picture has to do with anything, but it looks good.
Some cool stuff here.

Counting Down The Days....



I just preordered it from Amazon.com. As that great American Flounder once said..."boy, this is gonna be GREAT!!".

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Mr. Turner's mahfuggin sobriety mahfuggin test



This is mahfuggin' funny.

Non Sensical Sayings From My Youth



When I was in high school, I frequently had to..."piss like a russian racehorse."
Wha?

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

The Art of Back Timing



An interesting discussion is going on over at the Kansas City Radio Board about the art of "back timing". It seems my old station 99.7KY goes into network programming every night at 7pm and the person responsible for the transition isn't even live in the studio. So, at 3 minutes to 7, they started an 8 minute song and just cut it off. Lazy and inexcusable.

One of the very first jobs I ever had was when I worked the overnight shift at KSTT in downtown Davenport. KSTT was at 1170 on the AM dial and was broadcasting out of an old rat infested building down by the Mississippi right next to The Hostess bakery where Twinkies are made. Spike Odell was the morning guy and he had a running bit by saying he was broadcasting from "Twinkie Boulevard". Every hour on the hour the network news would come on. Once you had your clocks set by the network, it was up to you to hit that mark with the end of your song. I considered it cheating to play an instrumental.
For example, if you know that you have 7.5 minutes left till the top of the hour, you had better have two songs, both averaging 3:45 in length. If you are going to talk for 15 seconds, then you need to deduct that time from your two songs. It was one of the things that made the job challenging and fun. Being the perfectionist that I am, the tighter the better. Only jocks can realate to this: my favorite moment was at 4am one day. I had the hour timed out perfectly. I ended the hour with "Magic Man" by Heart. If you remember the song, it ended very cold with a drum part and the end. At the exact moment the song ended, the next sound was "I'm so and so ABC news.." Spike heard it and complimented me on the great job of backtiming. It is an art that no one cares about anymore and that is reason number 45367 why I am out of the business.

The Devil Walks Amongst Us


Proverbs 24:20


20 for the evil man has no future hope,
and the lamp of the wicked will be snuffed out.

Pray for us.

Monday, April 16, 2007

This Is NOT Good!



Are mobile phones wiping out our bees?

It seems like the plot of a particularly far-fetched horror film. But some scientists suggest that our love of the mobile phone could cause massive food shortages, as the world's harvests fail.

They are putting forward the theory that radiation given off by mobile phones and other hi-tech gadgets is a possible answer to one of the more bizarre mysteries ever to happen in the natural world - the abrupt disappearance of the bees that pollinate crops. Late last week, some bee-keepers claimed that the phenomenon - which started in the US, then spread to continental Europe - was beginning to hit Britain as well.

The theory is that radiation from mobile phones interferes with bees' navigation systems, preventing the famously homeloving species from finding their way back to their hives. Improbable as it may seem, there is now evidence to back this up.

Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD) occurs when a hive's inhabitants suddenly disappear, leaving only queens, eggs and a few immature workers, like so many apian Mary Celestes. The vanished bees are never found, but thought to die singly far from home. The parasites, wildlife and other bees that normally raid the honey and pollen left behind when a colony dies, refuse to go anywhere near the abandoned hives.

The alarm was first sounded last autumn, but has now hit half of all American states. The West Coast is thought to have lost 60 per cent of its commercial bee population, with 70 per cent missing on the East Coast.

CCD has since spread to Germany, Switzerland, Spain, Portugal, Italy and Greece. And last week John Chapple, one of London's biggest bee-keepers, announced that 23 of his 40 hives have been abruptly abandoned.

Other apiarists have recorded losses in Scotland, Wales and north-west England, but the Department of the Environment, Food and Rural Affairs insisted: "There is absolutely no evidence of CCD in the UK."

The implications of the spread are alarming. Most of the world's crops depend on pollination by bees. Albert Einstein once said that if the bees disappeared, "man would have only four years of life left".

No one knows why it is happening. Theories involving mites, pesticides, global warming and GM crops have been proposed, but all have drawbacks.

German research has long shown that bees' behaviour changes near power lines.

Now a limited study at Landau University has found that bees refuse to return to their hives when mobile phones are placed nearby. Dr Jochen Kuhn, who carried it out, said this could provide a "hint" to a possible cause.

Dr George Carlo, who headed a massive study by the US government and mobile phone industry of hazards from mobiles in the Nineties, said: "I am convinced the possibility is real."

The case against handsets

Evidence of dangers to people from mobile phones is increasing. But proof is still lacking, largely because many of the biggest perils, such as cancer, take decades to show up.

Most research on cancer has so far proved inconclusive. But an official Finnish study found that people who used the phones for more than 10 years were 40 per cent more likely to get a brain tumour on the same side as they held the handset.

Equally alarming, blue-chip Swedish research revealed that radiation from mobile phones killed off brain cells, suggesting that today's teenagers could go senile in the prime of their lives.

Studies in India and the US have raised the possibility that men who use mobile phones heavily have reduced sperm counts. And, more prosaically, doctors have identified the condition of "text thumb", a form of RSI from constant texting.

Professor Sir William Stewart, who has headed two official inquiries, warned that children under eight should not use mobiles and made a series of safety recommendations, largely ignored by ministers.

If Einstein said it, I believe it! Holy cow!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

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Self Portrait by my daughter. Where do the years go?

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