Sunday, February 27, 2005
The Pope
I know.....I know.....My putting money on him in our company death pool is in poor taste. Look. I will be honest with you. I believe in God. A God. Perhaps not yours but mine and I'm o.k. with that. I think the Pope is probably a good man who thinks he has lived his life the right way. I for one won't shed a tear when he is gone. I have to believe he had to know about the problems with Priests and boys in this country and he let it go. He lost control of his following. I'm not a fan of the catholic church. I'm not a fan of their bigotry and I do believe they spread a message of hate. My God doesn't. I do have a question though. Why is the Pope clinging so desperately for life?
I get the importance of life and the dignity of suffering. But doesn't there come a time when it seems a little odd for the highest ranking catholic of them all? I mean shouldn't he accept his death. Shouldn't he embrace it? He is off to a far better place to be with his father. Why would he cling so hard to stay here?
heaven is the whole of the heart
and heaven don't tear you apart
yeah heaven is the whole of the heart
and heaven don't tear you apart
there's too many kings wanna hold you down
and a world at the window gone underground
there's a hole in the sky where the sun don't shine
and a clock on the wall and it counts my time
and heaven is the whole of the heart
and heaven don't tear you apart
yeah heaven is the whole of the heart
and heaven don't tear you apart
there's a song on the air with a love-you line
and a face in a glass and it looks like mine
and i'm standing on ice when i say that i don't hear planes
and i scream at the fools, wanna jump my train
and heaven is the whole of the heart
and heaven don't tear you apart
yeah heaven is the whole of the heart
and heaven don't tear you apart
yeah heaven
ah heaven
yeah heaven
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Reality Check
We do a thing on the show. It is called reality check. I think everyone needs one. I'll give you one.
You are not nearly as smart as you think you are.
People are not as dumb as you think they are.
No one is out to get you. If you think people don't like you. Perhaps it is your poor social skills.
Thanks for looking out for me. Now fuck off.
Your Ex is not coming back and by the way , nobody wants to hear about her (him).
When you do that shit all alone at home. Yes it is fucking weird.
We can tell when you are making shit up. Stop it.
You are not that busy. "Stressing Out" is some weird defense mechanism for your need to live in a world of chaos. Your need to make yourself important makes me want to vomit.
Your taste in music sucks.
Your band is fucking awful.
When you say that actress or actor "isn't that hot". It makes me want to shoot you. Yes they are that hot. That is why they are in the movies and we are in Kansas.
Quit being a spiteful bitch. You are going to be dead soon.
Don't sigh unless it is a joke. It makes people hate you.
You have never had an original thought. Never.
You are not going to change the world.
When you go to underground clubs. You are still trying to fit in.
Your pants suck.
You are not smarter or funnier when you drink. That is a shame for the both of us.
People talk shit about you behind your back.
Your kids (pets) are fucking ugly.
Now take from the above, those that apply to you, and move on. They all apply to me...except my pants. I have really cool pants.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Staying In K.C.???
Seems hard to believe another year has passed. What a year! Together we have really started something. Most people think of radio as a utility. They turn it on and off like a dishwasher or their light switch. It doesn't matter to them. It's something that is always at their disposal and they don't miss it till it's gone. In the last year I think we have changed that a little bit. This radio station feels like a community. When people ask me from across the country what is the secret to the success of 96.5 The Buzz. I always tell them it's you. This isn't a radio station. Radio stations suck. I know that. You know that. Radio has sucked for so long it is almost depressing. Radio for years has made itself a common household utility. Radio became more about numbers. I have always thought that radio should be about emotion. Less Science , more feeling. The success we have here is the fact that this isn't about radio. It's about community. It's not a radio station. It is a lifestyle. I feel lucky to be a part of it. I believe what we are seeing is the future of radio. I have been in radio for so long and have worked at really bad stations. I promised myself if given a chance I would try to change it from the inside. I would try to make it more personal. I would try to blur the lines between art and commerce. I told myself if ever given a chance I could make a difference. I told people it didn't matter what city I was in. When I got the job here they told me people in middle America only wanted to hear 3 doors down. They said " stick to the red meat". What they were really saying was, "they won't get it....Keep it a utility". I always thought to myself...People may like their shitter but I don't think they love it. I don't think their shitter can motivate them to change things. Their toilet can't inspire them to be better people. Their crapper can't make them laugh or cry , angry or sad. The commode doesn't share it's life with people. The crapper doesn't listen....The shitter can be replaced.
We are in contract talks and I do think I will stay. I will do everything in my power to stay. I will keep you updated as to the progress. I look forward to another year. Right in the center of the country. The middle of the middle. The center of the red. Right in the heart of the shitter!
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
Doing anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
When the switch broke 'cause it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me
Some of my friends sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut up, they don't wanna hear about it
It's only inches on the reel-to-reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel
Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Radio, radio
Sunday, February 06, 2005
This Is The Spot!
So I went to a Birthday party last night. Normal run of the mill thing. Some people I knew some people I didn't. Very cool time with a mix of people from all walks of life. Doctors, Radio people , a republican state representive, which I later found out people purposly didn't introduce us. He hadn't been feeling good I guess. He was cutting trees earlier in the day and a branch fell on his head and knocked him out cold. Maybe he is right. Maybe there is a God.
One thing I noticed. I used to always be the youngest guy at those parties. Not anymore. I was playing that Bowling video game the one that is exactly like Golden Tee with Afentra , when I noticed something. All these guys. Smarty guys. Dressed pretty cool. Still hip guys in their early 30's. Better looking wives and girlfriends. Still one thing couldn't get out of my head. I looked to the left. I saw nothing but small bald spots. Everywhere. I knew I was part of that crowd. I saw the State Rep leaving....I wanted to stop him. I wanted to tell him we could make this party cooler with a little stem cell research.
Bob Mould
ยป Reflecting Pool
I stumble through this godforsaken
Uncertain of the path I'm taking
But along the way, I make a smile
I hope where I end up might be worthwhile
Holding in the breath of anger
Inside this old refrigerator
Those days are gone, there's more ahead
So concentrate on what's in store instead
A memory, a dream, or another crazy scheme
Then I find out what I want is something inbetween
Waking and repeating my routines
Walking circles, talk in circles to me
Words that tumble effortlessly from the lips of fools
Only cloud up what I see in my reflecting pool
Jumping headfirst into symmetry
I am splitting at the seams, hold me
In my reflecting pool / I look in my reflecting pool
This sole reflection is my own / The pool is still until the pebble's thrown
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
XMAS-BOWL!
I have this theory. Perhaps it's not a theory. More of a thought.
What is really the difference between The Super Bowl and Christmas and which one is more important.
Let's compare and contrast...
First we have a day where loved ones get together. They eat and drink and be marry. They overcome a little bit of commercialism in the spirit of the big day.
They laugh ,they sing, they promise not to argue but they always end up doing it. Women are in the kitchen cooking while the men sit out in the living room watching their brand new big screen t.v. that he and his wife will be paying off till next year.
Now for the Super Bowl...
Enjoy this weekend! One big difference....There is no guilt involved!
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