Thursday, December 23, 2004
Thank You!
I wanted to take a second and say thanks! Thanks for another succesful year in Kansas City. When I got here they told me this station would never work. They told me you guys would not get my humor. They told me this city was not ready for something different. They said the people of Kansas City were a little to "backwards" to enjoy smarter radio. They told me to play more three doors down and quick taking chances with music.
You proved them wrong. Not me. This station is a success because you get it. You make it what it is. I have been doing this radio thing for a long time and have never felt more at home than I do here. This truely is your radio station. I know asshole radio stations say that all the time but this time it's true. You hold us to a higher standard. We do better radio because you demand it. People say you have to be locally owned or be a public radio station to be a community radio station.
They are and were wrong.
Stay Golden,
Lazlo
Monday, December 20, 2004
Coming up on three years here and I hope to make it four.
It's contract time again and I can honestly say I want to stay in Kansas City. My friends who live in Florida or Detroit ask me all the time "Why the fuck do you want to live in Kansas?"
Here are a couple of reasons.
While at the Night The Buzz Stole X-Mas a well dressed articulate young guy walked up to me. He thanked me for what I have done for this city. We had a quick discussion and he ended it with this "Your opinions may not always be welcomed but they are always appreciated."
Two weeks ago an older gentleman stopped me at The Dark Horse Tavern. "Can I get a blue bracelet?" He had a beer and moved on. Before leaving he said "keep fighting".
Christmas shopping at the mall this weekend two young girls shook my hand and said they listen everyday.
A couple of weeks ago I met a lesbian professor. She said she listens all the time. She said when she first started listening she hated me. She kept checking it out and realized we were on the same side. We were on the side of acceptance. We were about stirring the pot. We were ready to make change.
I love this city because I truly feel we can accomplish great things here. I believe we are in the beginning stages of a revolution.
When I strated here they told me to play 3 doors down. "We are in Kansas City...they aren't going to get what you are trying to do".
When I started to talk about politics I heard a lot of " Stick to throwing baloney at a chicks ass we are in Kansas City".
I didn't believe them. You have proved them wrong.
I don't want to come off as a pompous prick. The revolution will continue and would have started without me.
I'm just happy to be a part of it.
I will keep you informed of contract issues as they arise.
Friday, December 17, 2004
Grammar...errr......grammer.....Fuck It! I'm trying to tell a story hear!!
People have been getting on me for my lack of proper grammar.
I dug these up.
Some of my favorites.
"Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar."
- E. B. White
Devotees of grammatical studies have not been distinguished for any very remarkable felicities of expression. ~Bronson Alcott
Correct English is the slang of prigs who write history and essays. ~George Eliot, Middlemarch, 1872
It's a damn poor mind that can think of only one way to spell a word. ~Andrew Jackson
I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way. ~Mark Twain
Correct spelling, indeed, is one of the arts that are far more esteemed by schoolma'ams than by practical men, neck-deep in the heat and agony of the world. ~Henry Louis Mencken, The American Language
Women are the simple, and poets the superior, artisans of language... the intervention of grammarians is almost always bad. ~Rémy de Gourmont
When I split an infinitive, god damn it, I split it so it stays split. ~Raymond Chandler
This is the sort of bloody nonsense up with which I will not put. ~Attributed to Winston Churchill, rejecting the rule against ending a sentence with a preposition, c.1948,
Thursday, December 09, 2004
I'm not sure what we can do but I know when I was over there I read any and everything I could get my hands on. Including but not limited to the Larry King Story, The Barry Manilow Story and The Teddy Kennedy Story...which now that I think about it may explain some things.
Send a book. Your favorite book.
Check out
www.booksforsoldiers.com
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Walking around in marketing wonderland
It's the magic. Can't you feel it? It's the feeling that everything no matter the circumstances can and will get better. That is what Christmas is about. I was at the store this morning browsing through the Christmas section. Looking for decorations. You know the typical shit that people put out in front of their homes. Lights, perhaps a glowing snowman or lit up peppermints. Not sure what the peppermint reference is...But what the fuck I'll buy it. It Christmas. As I'm looking at all this corny shit deciding on what I'm going to buy. In walks Santa Claus. The fucking guy himself. Red suit and all. He had a bell and a beard. He seemed to have lost a little weight but there was no mistaken this cat. Long white hair, black boots. I was positive it was him. He even had the "ho ho ho" thing going on. I was pretty sure it was him. I soon become positive it was him when a little girl had the bells to ask what I could not ask. She said bluntly "Are you Santa"? 6 year olds. So courageous. I was standing right next to them when she asked. As I eagerly awaited his reply I put my hands in my pockets like a little kid. He answered! It was him..HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! Santa Fucking Claus and I were shopping for inflatable Gingerbread Men at the same place!!!!
She than asked again what I wanted to ask. "Can I get my picture with you"? Yes was his reply! This was going to be great! He than said it was two dollars. Her face melted as she pulled out a single dollar bill from her pocket. Seems like she was going to come up a little short. "This is all I have she said" Santa looked at her blankly. I pulled from my pocket a single dollar bill and handed it to the little girl. She lit up like a baby Jesus on my front lawn! Unfortunately it was my last single so I couldn't get my picture taken. Seems Santa doesn't take credit.
As I began to walk out with my bags empty and my jaded mind a little bigger...I smiled. See we don't need Jesus or Santa to make magic for us on Christmas. All we have to do is pull out a single dollar bill. That girl got her picture taken with Santa.....I got something a little more.
I'm going to go back the store.....Tonight, I will buy a big inflatable green monster with a Christmas hat on. Have you seen him? His name is the grinch. He is only $29.99 at K-mart.
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