Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I'm not sure where I heard it but I heard it today.
" I don't care about politics..." and " I don't give a shit about the war in Iraq".
What does that mean? We have all heard people say it. Usually I just blow it off. I look at the person and move on. No harm no foul. I still can't figure why this time it has stuck with me.
Is it possible to be passionate about anything in today's world and not have some reaction to politics? Is it possible to not care? When someone asks you about politics or social issues is it possible to not have an opinion? What sort of person looks around at where we are and how we got here and shrugs their shoulders?
I know they exist. They call me on the phone sometimes. I usually check out after of a couple of sentences and.....shrug my shoulders.
On a side note I was on Myspace looking for some new music....
I found out Rites Of Spring has a Myspace. So does Samiam, Quicksand , Jets To Brazil and Jawbox.
I listened to all of it. I laughed at myself and turned on CNN.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Love Letters!
Dear Lazlo, 1st thing I have to say is for a Dem. you are behind and the is what you Dems are and why Kerry lost. Second Price Harry is a Commander of his own unit. The other thing is : Britten is pulling out like you do becuase most likely because of Harry. The Next thing on my list is that. As long as we are in war 3,000 is to many but if it was in world war II it would of been thousands and that is what people are not seeing. As for the WMD's There there but Russia taken them back and what was there are WMD's Like the gases and bombs that can level city Blocks.Yours and other people have to think of nuc's what about the gases and the people That were killed. If it was Kerry we would of been out and shit would be ten times more the trouble then know. My brother was there for two years as a combat eng. From Fort Rially and he would tell you shit that isn't told because of the Dem and gov't wants to hold back things. So bit it shit face
Saturday, February 10, 2007
I love these guys!
"Ambition's a dirty word, but everyone's got it, I think the stupid thing is, people pretend they don't have any ambitions because they think that's cooler. As soon as they sell a few records, they soon change their tune."
"If you just want to do it for yourself, then don't sign a record deal. Play in the coffee shop on the corner. For coffee. And then fuck off. Don't slag us for selling millions of records when it's exactly what you want to be doing. And if you think you're going to get there by saying you don't want to do it, it's a joke. You've got to really want it."
-Kaiser Chiefs
Friday, January 12, 2007
Love Letters To Lazlo
Fullname: Vicki
Email Address: nvtrejo@mchsi.com
Comments: You are just a horrible person. I'm praying for you as I change the station.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Monday
There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go.
I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.
What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
So what would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
And if you were with me tonight,
I'd sing to you just one more time.
A song for a heart so big,
god wouldn't let it live.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in
Jimmy Eat World
Monday!
There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go.
I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.
What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
So what would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
And if you were with me tonight,
I'd sing to you just one more time.
A song for a heart so big,
god wouldn't let it live.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in
-Jimmy Eat World
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Always a good read!
TheSellout!
by ZuZu Cypher
The word is the bane of any successful punk rock band. “Sellout!” And it’s heard, even if only in the backs of their minds, by any self-respecting punk musician that finds themself on a major label. The definition is simple enough to be universal. Any band that gives up on their struggling indie label, turns in their street cred badge, and makes money hand over fist with their snarling mugs in heavy rotation on video channels across the globe with fresh new haircuts. Every one of us knows what it means when someone is a sellout. Even their music sounds weaker. Palatable. Vanilla.
But is it really that simple? It’s important to remember that in the early days of punk rock, everyone was on a major label. There were no indies, at least none for punk. The first real indie label that courted punk was Bomp! and by their own admission, they just didn’t have that much money. Since those days, it’s become a badge of honor to be living in a glorified rat hole, touring in a van that breaks down every few hundred miles for the pleasure of playing in a shithole club or someone’s basement for free beer and the honor of crashing on some stranger’s floor. Anyone involved in the scene, really involved, has either done the touring or the hosting, exchanging minimal human comforts in lieu of currency, and feeling proud that they put on a show for the kids. That’s really what it’s all about, isn’t it?
Sure, those shows are fantastic. Unbeatable in energy, the experience renewing faith in the human animal, showing that there are still people out there that believe in DIY. There are still people out there who aren’t in it for the fast buck. There are still people in it for the sake of putting it out their for the kids. We all go home with a warm feeling that we’ve done something positive. Something that mattered. Something punk rock.
Then, we either go back to our lives of squatting and spare-changing, or more likely, of a drone job, scowling at the normals while serving them french fries, commissioned “artwork”, computer programs or financial reports. What have we really changed? Who have we set free? Sure, some of those kids at the shows took back nuggets of knowledge to their suburban homes. They spread the word about this band and that ideology. They found the courage to stand up to authority in some small way, starting a zine and dressing like they didn’t care anymore. Shocking their parents with regurgitated diatribe. Or maybe they actually got it on a deeper level and it changed the way they think forever. Maybe it set them free.
But what about the rest of us? There comes a time in our lives when we all sell out. Maybe you never lose your integrity. Maybe you refuse to be normal. You still go home and put on your Crass records...sorry, CD...and think to yourself, “I’m not a sheep. I can think for myself. I know what’s going on. Fuck the man.” That is, before you plunge yourself into the stack of bills, knowing that the rent’s gonna be late, firmly believing that the next time you try to start your piece of shit car, it’s gonna sputter its last mechanical breath and sit cold in your parking space. You have to get to work somehow. The distro isn’t paying as well as it promised when you started, or your shows aren’t yielding enough cash to make ends meet. Your day job looms over your head like a prison sentence. But you go anyway. You have to pay for your internet access, your music habit, your zines and your tickets to shows. You have to pay.
But those fuckers, those guys that made it. Those guys that are doing exactly what they always wanted to do with their lives and getting mad money for it. They have agents, limos, accountants and hordes of mindless fans that will gladly fork over their hard earned cash to listen to those schlomos crank out pre-packaged punk for the masses. Those guys are about as punk as...as...Jenny Jones. They deserve your venom, your anger, your... envy?
“Most punks with major contracts get this idea in their head. A simple idea, really, but with many facets. “Ok, they wanted my band. We finally made it and I can stop working at Death Burger/Johnny’s Record Store/X-Mart and concentrate on my music. A lot of new people will be hearing our message. We’ll teach kids about politics and rebellion, kids that never would have heard that stuff before. We’ll use our money and influence to really make something happen. Organize benefits, motivate people. We’re not selling out. I’ve always wanted to try using an acoustic guitar but all the guys at Crustypants Recording Studio used to rag on me about it. Now I can try it out and they’ll see how cool it can sound. We don’t have to do just plain punk. We can express ourselves. Hell, we can even get that guy from that band I used to love as a kid to help us out on the record. We can afford to fly him out here now, afford to pay him. He won’t refuse. Shit, we can even start our own label and sign those bands we’ve loved for so long that the other guys won’t chance.” Doesn’t sound too bad, does it?
But those good intentions never translate onto record. The soundbites used in interviews never fully convey the thought, and their old fans, the ones who loved them so much, turn on them. Rag on them in chat rooms and at shows while secretly buying their albums and digging that acoustic guitar, though they’d never admit it. The bands are flooded with letters to the effect of, “Dude, you guys fucking rock. Anarchy! I set fire to my neighbor’s mailbox the other day cuz he’s a facist! WHOOO! Come hang out and we can have a beer.” or “You guys are the coolest! I want to have your baby. I cut my hair just like you and my mom freaked out. She’s gonna put me in rehab but I don’t give a shit cuz I’ll be listening to your tapes inside and when I get out I’m gonna do what I want. Here’s my phone number, call me sometime.” And we mustn’t forget, “You fucking suck now. You used to be my favorite band and now you’re a bunch of sellouts. Fuck you. Don’t come back to my neighborhood or I’ll punch your stupid face in.”
How the hell do I think I know all this? The short answer is that I work in the music industry, and even indie labels have this insidious shit going on to some extent. The majors, forget it. I’ve seen this shit happen in so many forms, with so many different faces that I quit the music industry in disgust about every three months or so. But something ropes me back in. The music. The inescapable thread tying us all together. The glint of hope on the horizon. Those guys can’t just quit anymore than I can, and I’m not bound by a legal contract. When a band finally gets fed up and issues a public “Fuck You” to your face or in print, think about why. Think about the offer of paying you to do what you love to do, footing the bill for your artistic expression and think about being tired of struggling and getting sick, eating shit food. Think about whether or not you’d take the offer. And think about the price you’d pay for it when it’s too late to reconsider. Then shut the hell up and put on the latest Rancid record and listen to it. Not bad, huh?
Saturday, July 15, 2006
It's comcastic!
Hopefully i have my life in some sort of order before you bailed on me. It has been hell trying to get a computer up and running. So I bought my own cable modem. Hard to really digest what people did before the internets.
So, I'm here. Still feels weird. All is pretty well during the week. Work, sleep, work. It's the weekend that drags. Afentra being in K.C. is a drag. It seems like when we are together it doesn't really matter where we are. Apart. I'm not really fond of any place. I guess that is what makes a good team.
Seattle seems like a cool town. Decent place to make a living. Water everywhere and I don't think it has gotten out of the 70's. I'm a shorts and sweatshirt kind of guy. Seems like this place will do.
Feels like everyone here wants me to recreate what happened in KC in Seattle. Not an easy task. The community we built was perhaps small but it certainly didn't lack passion. Passion ain't easy to come by these days.
still your pal,
lazlo
Friday, June 30, 2006
You may ask yourself.....where does that highway go to...
Time moves slooooowwwwww....
Too much cold medicine to sleep at night. Too much coffee to get out of bed.
Living in a hotel room. A man realizes exactly who he is when he is alone.
I hope to have that moment of clarity.
More random thoughts when I get the chance.
Friday, June 09, 2006
If it is my last blog here. This feels right.
“Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.”
- Dr. Seuss
Friday, June 02, 2006
This is it.....
What a week. The emotions that go through a persons mind when they have to make life changing and perhaps defining choices.
Crying at work? Not cool.
Let me take a second to explain something about this crazy business. We leave. We move on. We change. What we don't expect is to feel bad about it. We don't expect to make friends. We don't expect to accomplish things. We don't expect to be a part of something bigger.
We don't expect to cry at work.
I was reading posts in the forums. People saying they are sad. That they would miss me. I don't believe it for a second. Well maybe you will for a second.
The truth of the matter is as days pass you will forget me. You will forget the broken saints helmet. You will forget slimfast defused a bomb at the airport and jacked off in the mix van. You will forget that I love Social D and kind of dug Fall Out Boy even though I don't admit it. You will forget that I like tranny porn and have a healthy nylon fetish. You will forget that I pleasured myself to your myspace. You will forget that Suzi was actually Rayne and Danny Boi got naked in front of Pricillas. You will forget that I gave you relationship advice and you told me secrets.
The funny thing is after all these years of plenty of one sided conversations it will be me who doesn't forget you. I can never thank you or say I'm sorry enough.
There is something in my eye.....
It's summer, I can taste the salt of the sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on the breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me...
-U2
"Around The Sun"
I want the sun to shine on me
I want the truth to set me free
I wish the followers would lead
with a voice so strong it could knock me to my knees
Hold on world 'cause you don't know what's coming
Hold on world 'cause I'm not jumping off
Hold onto this boy a little longer
Take another trip around the sun
If I jumped into the ocean to believe
If I climbed a mountain would I have to reach?
Do I even dare to speak?--to dream?--believe?
Give me a voice so strong
I can question what I have seen
Hold on world 'cause you don't know what's coming
Hold on world 'cause I'm not jumping off
Hold onto this boy a little longer
Take another trip around the sun
Around the sun
Around the sun
Around the sun
Let my dreams set me free.
Believe. believe.
Now now now now now now
- R.E.M.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Neocons are Pimp!
I have finally seen the light. I have been misguided all these years. I admit it. I have become a Republican.
It took me awhile. I thought Republicans were boooorrrrriiiinnnnngggggggg. I wouldn't want to hang out with any of those guys. I figured they went home and read the bible. Not something I wanted to do on a Saturday. It looks like they don't do those things either.
Remember Shock and Awe? That should have been our first clue. Flashing big guns and shooting any mother fucker that gets in your way.
Slinging Oil on the weekends and killing fuckers that try to infringe on the business model.
Getting drunk (crunk? I'm such a liberal I'm not sure if crunk means drunk or not. I'm still learning)and shooting people in the face. Fuck him. Wrong place wrong time. Seems like a good defense to me.
Drinking Fire Water in the Hi-Stakes room with Jack "Suge" Abramoff!
Now we hear about whores and poker in The Watergate Hotel! The Watergate? You know you don't give a fuck when you are a player in D.C. and you fuck bitches in The Watergate Hotel! Duke Cunningham walks with a limp.
Now you may call it all a hip hop-spiracy but I'm not taking any chances. I missed the first wave of Thug Life. I will not let it happen again.
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch?
you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
man, I stack chips and I unload clips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, "yo whattup"
you ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
niggas you think is real really can't hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.
[Chorus]
You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta)
rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
you only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)
[Verse 2:]
You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
when I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don't play Son"
"yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..."
max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block
the things that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat
down goes the window....out goes the heat
I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' trackmeet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it's extortion, it happens in the hood often
claim more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
'cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block shit
that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, shit
ya'll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this
since '86 my whole clique pop Criss.
[Chorus]
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
What the fuck you know about that?
- 50 Cent (ironically enough also the price your gas has gone up this month).
Friday, April 28, 2006
Gas? Get in line.
Everyone has a theory as to why you are ass raped at the pump. I have mine. You can read this before you buy a hybrid.
Almost all of the world's oil is sold in dollars. And the dollar has fallen against other currencies like the euro by 25 percent in the last year. OPEC is in effect getting 25 percent less ROI on oil than a year ago. It makes oil producimg countries raise the price. Remember that Saddam Hussein said that Iraq had to be paid in euros for its oil just before we found out he had weapons of mass destruction. Lucky us. If he wouldn't have had WMD'S and been a threat to nuke us.... we might be paying even more to tool around the city.
You either pay at the pump or you are against us.
Voices on the radio
tell us that we’re going to war
those brave men and women in uniform
they want to know what they’re fighting for.
The generals want to hear the end game
the allies won’t approve the plan
but the oil men in the white house
they just don’t give a damn.
It’s all about the price of oil
it’s all about the price of oil
don’t give me no shit
about blood, sweat, tears and toil
it’s all about the price of oil
Now I ain’t no fan of Saddam Hussein
oh, please don’t get me wrong
if it’s freeing the Iraqi people you’re after
then why have we waited so long.
Why didn’t we sort this out last time
was he less evil than he is now
the stock market holds the answer
to why him, why here, why now.
Saddam killed his own people
just like general Pinochet
and once upon a time both these evil men
were supported by the U.S.A.
And whisper it, even Bin Laden
once drank from America’s cup
just like that election down in Florida
this shit doesn’t all add up.
It’s all about the price of oil
‘cause it’s all about the price of oil
don’t give me no shit
about blood, sweat, tears and toil
it’s all about the price of oil.
Music and lyrics by Billy Bragg, 2002.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
LOVE LETTERS
Fullname: BRYAN
Email Address: prettymans@sbcglobal.net
City: raymore
Comments: in regards to the citizenship of illegal immigrants....why on earth would your mindless fucking chatter matter anyway...its not like an immigrant that doesnt have radio station skills is going to after your job...right? OH thats right you can sit back on your fat ass and spout off because your job isnt in jeopardy.i never can get in to argue this on the air with your punk ass so here is this letter. im a union carpenter,a father,a husband a proud of what i do.you really have no concept of why this is wrong so ill tell you dumbass...its called Slavery!!!!!!!!!! Ive spoken with these people do you realize what they go through to even get here... rape,extortion,and brutality ...just to name a few.. but wait theres more....once these poor unskilled people get here.. lets take advantage of them. they have virtually no skills to offer us and they are paid a fraction of what they should be. then ... god forbid one of these illegals are hurt on a job ...thats right you guessed it stupid we get to foot the bill for their medical expenses then they take then money earned here back home. you know if you gonna have an opinion on something and spout it out on the air at least be informed you retarded record spinner! illegal immigrants cost EACH STATE approximately $75 million per year for health care alone ... please its ok to feel sympathetic for these people but we really need to find a solution for the real problem first...ya think?
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Workers!
With all of the protests going on it will make you stop and think. Why do we want to kick immigrants out of this country? Philiosphical reasons aside , if you ask most conservatives they will eventually get around ot telling you how "illegal" immigrants drive down the living wage of legal workers.
Your next question should always be " do you think we should raise the minumn wage"?
followed by "why not"?
Since when did the conservative voter care about unskilled labor?
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Really?
Scott McClellan: I think I made that very clear last week. The topic came up, and I said that if anyone in this administration was responsible for the leaking of classified information, they would no longer work in this administration." - White House press conference, October 6, 2003
Thursday, March 23, 2006
What is it with E-mail?
Love Letters
Fullname: Jessie Jessup
City: Dallas
Comments: Hello,
My name is Jessie and I am a dj at KDGE in Dallas. I saw a disturbing post on the Blue October message board and wanted to inquire as to it's veracity.
Some of your stations listeners posted a complaint regarding some negative comments made by your morning show about the band Blue October. The jist of it was that you were encouraging people to go to see People In Planes but then to leave and forget about Blue October...
If this is true I would like to know why you would say such a thing.
Blue October is an astonishing band to see live and the rapport they have with their fans is beyond merely passionate. If you have never seen a live Blue show I hope you will give them a chance when the hit KC.
Ultimately all bands deserve to be treated FAIRLY and with a modicum decency. Encouraging people to leave a show crosses a professional line that not only disrespects the artist in question, it is also an affront to your listeners who may not share these alleged negative view points.
As a long time devoted supporter and good friend of Blue October I had to write and URGE all of the Buzz jocks to go to this show and prepare to be dazzled Blue October will blow you away
Jessie Jessup
KDGE
Why did Afentra say she was going to leave before Blue October? Because she is. Imagine that. The truth! Shit! What a concept.
I think the real affront on any listener is not being honest.
She is the exact reason why radio "sucks". Bullshit, fake people lying to you on the air. Thinking if she doesn't appease your every whim you will not listen. That she can't speak to you like an equal because if she disagrees with you. You will obviously be offended.
Hey Jesse! Try it. Just once. Admit not every song you play is great. Admit you have to do things you don't want to do. Have an opinion. Share it. Even if your opinion makes people mad. Even if your opinion is an unpopular one. Admit your mistakes. You will be dazzled at how people react to people who are real.
I put Coldplay and Jack Johnson in my top 10 albums last year. Not a popular take on this message board. In the end I could have put an "indiecredible" band in those spots and perhaps not have people question my musical taste.....but I wouldn't be being honest. I would rather people question my musical taste. Not my integrity.
Even if it means admitting I like Blue October and I'm staying for the show.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Change?
how has your life changed in the last three years? Have you had second doubts? Have you changed your mind?
Here is how George Bush has changed in the last three years.
George Bush today
"First, just if I might correct a misperception, I don't think we ever said -- at least I know I didn't say that there was a direct connection between September the 11th and Saddam Hussein."
George Bush 3 years ago
"The use of armed forces against Iraq is consistent with the United States and other countries continuing to take the necessary actions against international terrorists and terrorist organizations, including those nations, organizations or person who planned, authorized, committed, or aided the terrorist attacks that occurred on September 11, 2001." [President George W. Bush, Letter to Congress, 3/21/03]
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Classic?
I was watching VHI Alternative Classics. They played a Bob Mould video. One I hadn't seen before. Come to think of it I'm not sure if I have ever seen a Bob Mould video before.
The world of music moves at a fast pace. It made me wonder. How many copies of Workbook did Bob Mould sell?
I bet it wasn't and isn't very many.
He went from small passionate following to classic with little fanfare in between.
I wonder if he got the memo.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
I Watched it.....
I was watching some talking head news program. I'll admit it I love them. I love them all. Some people shy away from conflict. Some people don't want to hear opposing ideas. I love to hear them. Perhaps I will learn something. The real reason I watch them is I like to feel anger. It keeps the blood boiling. Makes me feel alive.
I watched something on some show tonight and they were talking about the same shit they always do. The War.
Some college professor told his students G.W. was an asshole and that the United States was the leading manufacturer of Weapons of Mass Destruction.
The talking head thought we should probably stone this teacher in Towne Square.
I was along for the ride. I lit another Lucky Strike. I was gathering my bearings. Listening and thinking at the same time. Picking my side(usually the wrong side)when the talking head said something that shocked me.
"We may have the most weapons of mass destruction but we use them for peace. We used the A-bombs in Japan for peace".
I turned the channel.
Did you know Nick and Jessica are getting a divorce? Tom is still going to get married to Katie and Donald Trump thinks Martha is a bitch?
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
-George Orwell
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Las Vegas Is My Kind Of Town!
I didn't get to write about our trip to Vegas. I was going to do it but I think you have heard all the stories.
I will take this second to explain why I love Vegas.
Vegas is the answer. No matter the question. Vegas is the answer. Vegas was built on broken dreams and shattered promises. It was built on loss. It is a giant amusement park for adults. It is a tourist trap. It is no different then Disney. Sure it is filled with whores and people trying to get you to waste your money on silly things that you probably won't remember.
Read that description again and tell me if I'm talking about Disney or Vegas. You can't. Same shit.
The difference? Vegas gives you the option. It leaves it up to you. You can make life changing decisions in the matter of seconds. Things that could potentially change your moral fiber. They could change you as a human. For the better or perhaps for the worse. You can get married. You can lose all your money. You could become rich. You can eat in the finest of restaurants or the shitiest of dives. You could drink yourself to death. Sleep with a whore. Meet the most beautiful people in the world. Contemplate your next move at the wave pool that offers swim up bar tenders and dive in black jack.
That is the beauty of Vegas. It is up to you. You just have to be willing to make a decision. The thrilling part? Vegas will make you live with that decision. Make it fast. If you make the wrong one you may regret it the rest of your life. Make no decision. You may regret it longer.
If your idea of vacation is a camping trip with a cup of joe and your old pal Hemingway. Vegas probably isn't for you.
If you are willing to admit life is short and meant to be gambled away. Nobody will make you feel better. Vegas has the ability to change your life in the matter of seconds. It will do it and comp you a buffet.
Go ahead. Ask any question.
Vegas is the answer.
Monday, February 13, 2006
The Olympics
Watching The Olympics?
I really do love seeing the diversity of the U.S. Team!
Black, White , Yellow and The Flying Tomato!
I look at other countries and they all look similiar.
Not the U.S. and that is what makes us beautiful.
Friday, January 27, 2006
The War On Terror!
I brought this up the other day on the air but I felt it needed a little more discussion.
We all know the story of the Government asking for search engine records. If you don't know the story google it.
It struck me as funny as we are trying to fight this war against terror. See from what I have heard the Terrorists hate us for our freedom.
I was thinking about the Super Bowl being in Detroit this year. I was thinking about the Osama tape being released and I though tot myself. Detroit is real close to Canada. Could a "sleeper cell" sneak in and do some damage on a grand scale? I started to google "Detroit terror superbowl". I thought twice about it. Why would I think twice about it? Who knows what Government official would show up at my door. I googled it anyway but I did think twice about it.
Would you think twice about it?
Would you google "Hammas kansas city"? (I'm not sure if you spell hamas with one m or two but I'm not going to use google to figure it out).
If you were reading AL jazera and had a question about an article would you call them? Would you call and ask questions?
Maybe you would. Perhaps you would think twice? Would you have thought twice before 9-11?
Dick Cheney is right it is a different world after 9-11.
If they hate us for our freedom and we are second guessing what we can google or if we should make certain phone calls who is winning the war?
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Las Vegas!
I'm already looking forward to a week in Las Vegas! Sin City! The beauty of Vegas is not complex. It is the real land of opportunity! Where in a few quick seconds the entire world can change. Where you can make one move and you can become everything you have thought of becoming! Money moves Vegas and it is readily available. Beauty moves Vegas and it is everywhere. From over the top architecture to the worlds best strip clubs. Money, sex, dreams. Booze is free and girls are handed to you on playing cards. If you don't win all the money you can still get what you came for and if you do win the money...Well you just might stay longer!
Vegas is why "they" hate us!
The real question is who is "they" and why do "we" care?
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Busy doing homework? Didn't have a chance to vote?
I usually don't post articles from other people up here on the front page. I thought this article was important to do so. I also would like to note that Rolling Stone sucks when they talk about music.
Please vote.
Vice President Dick Cheney was on a rare mission abroad, expressing his support for the millions left homeless by a massive earthquake in Pakistan, when he received a summons to return to Washington immediately. His vote was needed to break a tie on the Senate floor, where five Republicans had broken ranks to oppose the president's Deficit Reduction Act of 2005.
Racing halfway around the world on a trans-hemispheric red-eye, Cheney arrived on December 21st, just in time to cast the decisive vote. His "aye" gave Republicans a 51-50 victory on the budget cuts -- a measure that will saddle low-income college students with debt, cheat poor kids out of $8 billion in child support and deny medical care to as many as 100,000 people living in poverty.
In public, Republican budget hawks insisted that they made these "tough choices" to stem the "rising tide of red ink in Washington." But, in November, behind closed doors, House Ways and Means Chairman Bill Thomas confided to a group of lobbyists that the GOP slashed social programs for the poor by $40 billion to help pay for $90 billion in new tax cuts -- almost half of which will go to wealthy Americans with incomes in excess of $1 million. The net result of the Deficit Reduction Act will be a $50 billion increase in the deficit. In the bizarro world of President Bush's doublespeak bills, the new spending measure takes its place alongside the Clear Skies Act, which sought to increase air pollution, and the Healthy Forests Initiative, which opened America's woodlands to more clear-cutting. "If this is deficit reduction," says Bob McIntyre, director of the nonpartisan advocacy group Citizens for Tax Justice, "then up is down, down is up and George Orwell is president."
It wasn't easy for Republicans to get the measure through Congress. The final bill was hammered out in a closed-door, GOP-only session. Then -- when the spending plan was finally released to Democrats and the media after midnight on Sunday, December 18th -- House Speaker Dennis Hastert invoked "martial law" in the chamber, forcing representatives to pull an all-nighter and vote on the 774-page act after only forty minutes of debate. "Here you have one of the most consequential pieces of domestic legislation in years, with profound effects on millions of low-income Americans, and members of Congress were required to vote on it without even having a chance to read it," says Robert Greenstein, executive director of the Center on Budget and Policy Priorities.
In the Senate, the measure seemed headed for defeat when a handful of moderate Republicans refused to support the cuts, which GOP Sen. Susan Collins of Maine blasted as "draconian." Majority Leader Bill Frist was forced to give Sen. Norm Coleman of Minnesota a $30 million subsidy for his state's sugar-beet industry, essentially bribing him to back the bill. "They have no shame," Minority Leader Harry Reid tells Rolling Stone. "These cuts are simply un-American."
Sen. Kent Conrad, the ranking Democrat on the Senate Budget Committee, decried the dearth of public scrutiny for a bill "written behind closed doors, filed in the dead of night and voted on at the crack of dawn." But Rep. Dave Obey, ranking Democrat of the House Appropriations Committee, isn't angry with his Republican colleagues for operating in the dark. "I don't blame them," he says. "If I put together a bill like this, I'd do it with the lights out too."
The extent of the budget cuts caught even veteran Democrats off guard. "In all my time in the Senate," said Sen. Jay Rockefeller of West Virginia, "I cannot remember a time when we have considered such drastic cuts to safety-net programs that threaten to devastate working families." Consider who will pay the price for the Republican budget crunch:
College Students Nearly a third of the cuts -- $12.7 billion -- affect student-loan programs. And a full seventy percent of those cuts, the largest in history, fall squarely on the backs of students and their parents. Rather than slashing aid directly, Congress simply raised the interest on student loans, replacing a lower variable rate with a higher fixed rate. As a result, students leaving college with $17,500 in loans will have to cough up an additional $5,800 to pay off their debt. The change will increase the cost of higher education for American families by $8 billion -- at a time when public universities have already raised their prices by forty percent.
"The Republican Congress is paying for tax cuts for the wealthy, making student loans more expensive for middle- and low-income families," says House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi. Adds Rep. Obey, "They think they can pretty much do whatever they want to students, because they think that students will march but they won't vote."
Single Moms The bill cuts nearly $5 billion in funding to state agencies responsible for tracking down deadbeat dads and collecting child-support payments. With fewer state and local officials available to enforce the law, an estimated $8 billion in payments will go uncollected -- money that single mothers rely on to feed and clothe their kids. "Congress should be fighting for the rights and well-being of children who depend on child-support payments, not against them," says Maine Sen. Olympia Snowe, a Republican who opposed the measure. "I couldn't, in good conscience, vote for any bill that would cut this funding."
The Sick Medicaid has traditionally provided health coverage to the nation's poorest citizens -- including some 28 million children -- for as little as three dollars. But the GOP bill hikes premiums and co-payments, forcing low-income patients to pay as much as $100 to visit a doctor or obtain an asthma inhaler. According to the Congressional Budget Office, the added costs will prevent many patients from seeking treatment or, in the case of new monthly premiums, even enrolling in Medicaid. That's just what Republicans are counting on: Eighty percent of the projected $16 billion savings in Medicaid will result from a decline in poor people seeking medical care.
Republicans insist that the co-payments are necessary to "reduce the rate of growth of government." But the GOP showed no interest in cutting federal subsidies to Big Pharma. Lawmakers eliminated provisions in the original Senate bill that would have required pharmaceutical companies to discount the drugs they sell through Medicaid and ended a slush fund for insurers that a nonpartisan advisory commission declared a complete waste of money. The two measures would have produced a combined savings of $20.5 billion -- making the cuts to Medicaid unnecessary. "The priorities of the majority party consistently lie with the powerful special interests and big drug companies," declared Sen. Patrick Leahy of Vermont. "The Republican leadership has had to choose between supporting the American people or wealthy corporate interests -- and they have sided with the corporate interests."
Foster Parents So much for family values -- the bill not only cuts $343 million from foster care, it specifically overturns a federal ruling that granted foster-care funds to low-income grandparents who take in their own grandchildren rather than sloughing them off on strangers. The cuts convinced Sen. Mike DeWine, a Republican from Ohio, to vote against the measure. "I felt that the bill hurt Ohioans who most need our assistance," he says, "whether it is poor children and seniors affected by cuts to Medicaid or families hurt by cuts in foster care."
The Working Poor Under tough new rules created by the bill, families on welfare will have to work longer hours to qualify for federal assistance. In two-parent families, both the mother and father must now find full-time jobs or job training. Meeting the requirement could cost states $8 billion -- but the bill provides no new funds, only fines as high as $100 million a year for states that fail to meet the new standard. To avoid the penalties, many states are expected to stop offering welfare to two-parent families -- providing a perverse incentive for working parents to split up to preserve their benefits. Even more troubling, the GOP budget slashes $11 billion in federal support for child care. By 2010, as many as 255,000 kids could be booted out of day care, forcing poor parents to choose between working or caring for their children.
As if this assault on the poor wasn't enough, Republicans also gutted another $3 billion from social programs in a separate bill on discretionary spending -- a measure that flew through Congress in such a pre-Christmas flurry as to make the Deficit Reduction Act seem well considered. The bill received so little public scrutiny that the Senate was even able to duck a traditional roll-call vote, leaving no record of which GOP senators voted to slash job training for the poor, cut funding for community colleges and kick as many as 25,000 kids out of Head Start.
Nor will the budget cuts do anything to reduce the deficit, which is projected to hit $365 billion. Thanks to tax cuts expected to be finalized early this year, most of the money will go directly into the pockets of the country's wealthiest citizens. Three-fourths of all Americans will not see a dime from the president's move to make permanent his cuts on dividend and capital-gains taxes -- while the nation's richest 1 percent will reap more than $25 billion. By 2010, thanks to Bush, America's millionaires will enjoy annual tax cuts of $130,000.
"I don't know of any religion practicing in America today that preaches from the pulpit that what one should do is take from the least among us to give to those who have the most," says Sen. Conrad. "But that's what this budget is about. It's so profoundly wrong."
TIM DICKINSON-Rolling Stone
http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/_/id/9138154
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Things to do in the New Year
This year I will attempt to make a difference.
This year I will only smile when I want to smile not when I think I should.
This year I will drink stronger coffee.
This year I will call my father more often.
This year I will not settle for mediocre porn.
This year I will get a journal and not write in it when I realize I am not a girl nor am I a coffee house tool.
Remind myself that I used to pray and try to figure out why I did it and why I don't anymore.
I will listen to other peoples opinions but dismiss them faster.
I will do the things I put off last year....No I won't.
so this is the new year.
and i don't feel any different.
the clanking of crystal
explosions off in the distance (in the distance).
so this is the new year
and I have no resolutions
for self assigned penance
for problems with easy solutions
so everybody put your best suit or dress on
let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
as thirty dialogues bleed into one
i wish the world was flat like the old days
then i could travel just by folding a map
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
there'd be no distance that can hold us back.
there'd be no distance that could hold us back
so this is the new year
-dcfc
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
My Top 10. You have thoughts.
#1: FOO FIGHTERS - In Your Honor
Such a good record you don't need to listen to the second disc. Actually I suggest you don't.
#2: DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - Plans
Smart. Thoughtful. Passionate.
#3: NADA SURF - The Weight Is A Gift
Smart. Thoughtful. Passionate.
#4: AGAINST ME! - Searching For A Former Clarity
Smart. Thoughtful. Pissed.
#5: JACK JOHNSON - In Between Dreams
This guy just writes great songs. Are they simple? Perhaps. I hate hippies and I like this record.
#6: MOBY - Hotel
This record not being bigger almost made me lose faith in the world. Why people don't appreciate this guy is beyond me. I hate techno and love this record.
#7: COLDPLAY - X & Y
You say you hate them. You don't.
#8: JACK'S MANNEQUIN - Everything In Transit
" I'll look for work today
I'm spilling out the door
Put my glasses on
So no one sees me
I never thought that
I'd be living on your floor
But the rents are high
And LA's easy"
#9: WEEZER - Make Believe
It just felt good with the windows down and the volume up.
#10: RISE AGAINST - Siren Song Of The Counter Culture
Smart. Passionate. Pissed off.
Feel free to discuss!
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Good Times
Happy Holidays!
Do a random act of kindness. Make somebody smile!
Stay Golden,
Lazlo
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
They all hate me!
Something funny happened to me today! If you listen on a regular basis you know we usually do current event Wed.
I got a wild hair up my ass. Wasn't feeling very well and figured what the fuck.I'll do some Holiday shopping.
Well I guess that pissed some people off. See I have been getting calls and emails from a few people who wanted me to talk about the Diebold voting machines and their future use in Kansas. I wanted to talk about the issue because I believe it deserves some discussion. In the end I figured if I do it on Thursday. It ain't going to kill anybody. I will now show the emails that were cc'd from the group that wanted me to talk about this important issue.
E-mail #1
> > 96.5 the Buzz's show The Church of Lazlo will
> > discuss
> > the purchase of Diebold machines Wed., Dec. 21, as
> > part of Current Events Wednesday! Lazlo, you'll
> > recall, is the DJ who expresses his views against
> > the
> > Iraq war and the Bush administration in no
> uncertain
> > terms on the air.
> >
> > The show is from 3-7 p.m., 96.5 FM. Listen, and
> call
> > in at 576-7965. Spread the word and make sure you
> > thank Lazlo for his support of this issue! Hell, I
> > plan to send him a bouquet of flowers after the
> show
> > to thank him!
> >
> > NOTHING we do to protect our rights in this
> country
> > matters if we do not have honest elections!
Uh Oh. Someone went Holiday shopping!
E-mail #2
Today's Current Events Wednesday on the Buzz, and I
was told that Lazlo was going to talk about the
Diebold situation.
Instead, he and Slimfast are out Christmas shopping!
They're not even in the studio, and no one's answering
the studio line.
This may be a corporate decision not to cover this and
to avoid discussing it by being out of the studio.
Please call Entercom Broadcasting, the parent company,
at ************ ( I'm only editing it because it was a number I have never seen before....sorry to the person with that number)
p.s. We've sent flowers in the past to thank Lazlo for
covering important topics. Why not send him dead
flowers this time?
http://www.thepayback.com/getrevenge.html
Dead fucking flowers? Is this bitch for real? I was getting fucking holiday presents for my sick wife!
Dead fucking flowers? Because I didn't hit the Diebold topic on their time table?
Either way I think it is an issue and we should investigate. We should discuss. We should also try not to send people dead fucking flowers.
So please. If you get a chance. Photoshop some dead flowers and send them to her. Let her know that while I am the only real voice of dissent....even I have to do some Holiday shopping.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
President Gas!
Let me say one thing. Thank you! When I came here people told me Kansas City would never embrace an Alternative radio station. Couldn't be done. In order to be successful you had to play Trapt records.
Knowing I would probably fail I had to try it my way. I couldn't believe people wouldn't enjoy something entertaining and also passionate about music. Everybody said it has to be one or the other. It is either Howard Stern or Public Radio. I thought we could pull something off that takes from the good of both of those.
We did and we have.
I have been in this business for almost 10 years and you guys gave me the thrill of my life. How spectacular for a guy like me to say the words " Here is The Psychedelic Furs".
No matter what happens I will remember that moment. One of my all time favorite bands played a concert that I was lucky enough to be a part of.
See. None of this happens without you. You don't buy tickets. You don't listen. You don't call in and say funny shit. This all goes away. I can't have that. I'm living a dream.
When Richard Butler came out and did President Gas. I was floored. How great he sounded. How true his words were 20 years later. It took a minute for me to just sit back and absorb what I was seeing. I could do nothing but smile. Move my leg awkwardly off beat and sing.
there's an army on the dance floor
it's a fashion with a gun my love
in a room without a door
a kiss is not enough in
love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
they'd put us on a railroad
they'd dearly make us pay
for laughing in their faces
and making it our way
there's emptiness behind their eyes
there's dust in all their hearts
they just want to steal us all
and take us all apart
but not in
love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
so swallow all your tears my love
and put on your new face
you can never win or lose
if you don't run the race
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