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NEW BLOG: Driving on route 95 in Philly

Howdy from the friendly confines of Ocean City, Md. It's great to be back after a wonderful week in Florida. We spent the weekend in Miami with my book editor. There is progress being made, and as I think I mentioned, we've got to have something to the publisher by November. Some of you have asked what the book is about, and here's your answer. A look at my 35 years in radio. I have got a few great stories and a lot of good radio pals who without their knowledge over the years have been giving me good material. I start in 1973, at WINX in Rockville, Md. at age 15, and end at age 49, going on 50  at WJFK in DC. After three months of writing and back and forth it seems we've got so much good stuff the book itself may have to be presented in two different editions. One covering my time in top 40 radio, and one on my time in talk radio. It all really comes down to the editing, and I am 100% behind the MANY suggestions I get from my new book buddy. I don't know if it will sell worth shit, but I got some limited coin up front, and it has been a real pleasure to recall my many good and not so good times in radio. 


So after we got work done, in South Fla, it was off to Tampa Bay. Actually, St Pete. Dream come true. Finally really spent a week in our place there. We bought dishes at Target and got our cable installed. What more can life offer? We will be snowbirds, no doubt. See you in November.

The flight home from Tampa was uneventful, even with the original plane not being able to get something working, and maybe the rudest counter staff EVER at US Airways in Tampa. But we switched planes, flew in and even had our luggage come out the slot first!

Off to the car, and onto the ride home to get our dog, Oscar. Except when we got about 6 miles from the Philadelphia airport on 95. There were plenty of slow down and speed ups. You know what Friday afternoon traffic is like. But as we rounded one bend in bumper to bumper traffic doing about 35mph, imagine  our surprise when we saw headlights coming at us. 

RIGHT! Some asshole was driving on the shoulder against traffic, going the wrong way. As I hit the brakes, we saw why this idiot had turned around. There was an accident ahead, and a sea of brake lights. Traffic had completely stopped. And this dick decided he couldn't wait, so somehow he turned around and was driving right at us, and all the other cars in our 6 lanes going South, while he came as us from the North. 

We got off whatever exit was right there, and our GPS simply re-adjusted, and 15 minutes later we somehow got deposited outside Wilmington, Delaware. Right back on 95. I can't tell you how many times that GPS has saved my butt. I follow it blindly, almost to the point of excess.

Ever see the episode of the Office where Michael Scott drives into a lake because his GPS said, "next left"? I'm almost that bad.

Don't have anything funny to tie this in with the guy going the wrong way. Or Brett Favre maybe coming back after all. Just some details from a week on the road.

We're looking forward to a nice Mom's day weekend, and will be taking Big Freda out for brunch Sundee. I'll post a pic or two of the two most important women in my life on the Twitter machine after we're done.

All you Mom's take a break this weekend. Try doing something you normally don't get to enjoy. Like pleasuring your husbands! :)



Gnite,


d.
May 8, 2009
800pm

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Blog: Favre

I left my contract with CBS because of lingering bereavement, nothing more or less. I desperately needed to get my post-Freda life started without work getting in the way.
 
I left, and forefieted lots of $$$'s. That is ok. Lots of folks seem to think I'm still drawing paychecks from CBS. Not so.
 
My longing to return is not financially motivated. I love radio, and am lucky enough to have made my hobby a career.
 
CBS has no place for me, yet they will not allow me to work, for them or anyone else. I want to get back more than ever, for pure spite. I'd love the chance to take em on as a competitor. Cause I didn't quit over a contract dispute or dumb radio rules, yet they are treating me like Michael Vick.
 
So what's that got to do with Favre? Diffenent situation, but he thought he was burned out. Turns out he wasn't, and GreenBay said tough shit. Even though he would have gone back. And they wouldn't let him go to a rival. Even though they had "moved on".
 
CBS is just dicking me over, cause they're mad I quit. Cause I was losing my mind, and they'd rather have a flawed me than no me.
 
After trying to break away numerous times after Freda passed, they always said, "70% of you is better than zero."
 
One year later. I'm healed, and ready to work, but can't. Cause they're still pissed at me. Sorry my wife dying screwed up your plans, CBS.
 
Same deal with Favre. GreenBay was sick of his on again off again off seasons. Fair enough. Let him go, if you don't want him.
 
Odd parallel. Not that I'm comparing an all time NFL great to a lowly deejay.
 
But Favre wants to prove a point, and isn't afraid of failing or tarnishing his rep. I can relate.
 
Go Favre. I have a grudge, too. My Vikings will be there in Oct 2010. Hope Favre is still playing when I get back!
 
Stay Safe!
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May 6 2009
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New Blog TampaBay

Howdy all. I've gotten this one a lot todee: why Tampa?
 
Not as swanky chic upscale as Miami.
Not as white trash as Jacksonville.
But it's close! White trash wise.
 
I fell in love with this town 20 yrs ago and still love the attitude here.
 
How blessed I am to have a place here. And Janet loves it, too.
 
Plus there is a WaffleHaus on every block. And good strip clubs. :)
 
Make it rain! (PAC man Jones)
 
Gnite, back to OC this wknd. And man, do we miss Oscar, too.
 
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May 5 2009
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NEW BLOG by request, my resume

As we sit and sun in Florida, I'm forced to do some work editing this book that I'm supposed :) to be writing. One of the things we're tightening up is the timeline for the many radio stations I worked at. I've gotten quite a few notes about this subject from folks, so without actually just letting you see the 89 pages of stories already penned, here's  a look at my work resume and timeline.


After much back and forth with myself, and after looking at countless notes I'd written on the subject, this appears to be the definitive list. When I was fired, it will be noted as such. I only included full time gigs. When I was between old jobs, I'd do part time any where, from WCAO/Baltimore and WWDCam/DC. Let's go. Get ready to be dazzled by my Nomad experience!


1973   Age 15   WINX/Rockville, Md       3 months
                          WRWC/Rockton, Ill  *fired   2 wks
                          WSPT/Stevens Point, Wi    7 months
1974                  WNAM/Appleton, Wi    4 months
                          WROK/Rockford, Ill      1 yr 8 months
1975                  no moves
1976                  13Q/Pittsburgh, Pa (quit before firing) 1yr
1977                   99X/New York, NY  *fired  6 months
                           WGBF/Evansville, Ind *fired 1 month!
1978                   WPROfm/Providence. RI   1 yr 6 months
1979                   WNDE/indianapolis   4 months
                           WIKS/indianapolis     2 months
                           WDRQ/Detroit, Mi     less than 30 days! 
                           WPGC/Washington, DC   2 yrs
1980                   no moves
1981                   KIIS/Los Angeles     8 months *fired
                           WLS/Chicago           1 year 2months
1982                   B94/Pittsburgh         6 months 
1983                   WBBMfm/Chicago   2 years
1984                   no moves
(Once my son was born, we planted roots and stayed in DC)
1985                   WAVA/Washington   6 years *fired
1991                   WJFK/Washington    17 years

(If you added in the part time fill ins I did, and then all the affiliates the old Don&Mike show had and lost, the number would be approaching 150 stations! And my number of firings would be higher. Almost makes you want to read my book doesn't it? I have 15 pages alone dedicated to the topic of my time in Pittsburgh with Don "Cox-on-the-radio" Cox.)

And finally,

2009    Age 50    Waiting for my option to run out.

 Time line is as close as the crow flies. Check your local listings for more!


Stay Safe!
May 3rd 2009 12:00pm


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Blog From The Road

As we traveled to Florida I was amazed how many people were wearing masks.
 
A few times I had to walk a few steps in front of Janet! (she actually only put it on until I laughed so much she did, too. but it's still in her purse). ;)
 
I guess I'd rather be sick with PigFlu than look kooky.
 
This was a short lil blog, but I'm using big Flintstone fingers and tiny keypad. Sorry it's not a long one, but I had to tell you: look out for fun if you're traveling!
 
I'd have taken pictures, but didn't feel comfy snapping pics of fellow travelers in line! You know.
 
Have a great wknd, I'll Tweet next week a bit.
 
 
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May 1st 2009
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THE FIRST 100 DAYS, AND A BRIEF SUGGESTION

Last night you may have watched President Obama's news conference, marking his first 100 days in office. 


I must confess, I didn't watch it all. I was also watching "Lie To Me" on Fox. But I switched enough to get the gist of what he was saying. Cause I feel I know where his head is at, and I trust he's doing the best he can. And he is doing a great job under pretty tough circumstances. I have no problem with our President at all. He's absolutely what our country needs right now. I was proud to vote for him and tell anyone else I could to do the same.

I trust his decisions, and know his guidance will be true as he leads the USA towards our bright future. No bullshit. I believe in this guy. So much so, that he has just one flaw I'd like him to correct.

I believe he is more like me than any other President. He has the same time arc as I do, and it's a different feeling to have a President younger than me. Our pop culture growing up was roughly the same. He's seen the same changes in America, good and bad, that I have over 50 years. That's right, I'm 50. Old. Halfway through, at best.  Of course, I am getting much older, by the day.  But Mr. Obama, he'll always be younger. For me, that's another bonus. Because it means he doesn't do things the "good ole boy" way, and approaches situations as a President of MY generation would.

So here's my beef (hey, remember when Jay Leno was funny? He used to say that a lot), Mr. President:

GET PISSED, AND LET US KNOW YOU ARE PISSED.

I know you can't lose your cool all the time, Mr. President. And so much happens in country of 300 million idiots that you could be getting riled up just about any time you wanted to. I'm not advocating that. Just when obvious stuff happens on your watch. I'll give you three quick examples where I would have appreciated you going just a little ape-s**t. 

1   A.I.G.   Not the first time, but after the bailout. When the execs took massive vacations and gave out gigantic bonuses to people exiting the company. 

2   The Air Force One fiasco over New York City. Come on, you know it had to flip out people to see that happening. Your plane buzzing monuments so close people thought it was 9/11 again. Nobody knew it was going to happen, so folks freaked. 

3   Joe Biden on the Today Show today. He opens his big mouth and announces he's told his family to not take airplanes or subway trains, out of fears over getting Swine Flu. 


I know YOU didn't cause any of the above to happen. But just by rising above it, stating your anger but wanting to move ahead leaves me wanting more.

How to respond? Glad you asked!

1) "Those people who did that are on my radar. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, I'm gonna come after you."

2) "Of course that never should have happened. I have fired the P.R. person who scheduled the photos, and I apologize to all New Yorkers for the unintentional worry we caused."

3) "I have told Joe to remain silent on this issue, as he clearly does not understand it."



Mr. President, I'm not kidding. 

Other than that, things are cool. If you need me, I'll be over here.


d.
April 30, 2009
445pm

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the FUCKING FCC

Again, I just don't understand the radio world I use to love so much. Yesterday, Clear Channel Broadcasting cut almost 600 more jobs in an effort to pick up the bottom line and add more of their own broke-ass syndicated programming to replace the broadcasters they've canned. The way to renew the lifeless brand known as broadcast radio would be the exact opposite. Step away from bland, pre-programed bile (hello, Ryan Seacrest!) and allow your local stations to be live and local. Let radio live again, and people will bless you with ratings and revenue. But it seems Clear Channel is intent on taking every bit of creative thinking and spontaneous content away in favor of the all mighty bottom line. Fire more people, make it so nearly all of your stations are a la carte selections from your "programming tier" of shit. Or like their stations here in Ocean City/Salisbury, Md. Just can the jocks, and segue music back to back. No big diff, right Mr. Hogan? 


But it pales in comparison to the Supreme Court decision yesterday on expletives. The old people in robes decided by a 5-4 vote that they would uphold the antiquated standard, which is mainly about  quick throw away comments celebrities have made on awards shows, although it applies to all broadcasters.

Antonin Scalia said, "Even isolated utterances can be...vulgar and shocking and harm children." 

Let's look at the main incident the FCC/old peoples court is looking into. In 2002 (long ago enough for you?) Cher won some phony lifetime achievement award from the Golden Globes, and said, "People have been telling me I'm on the way out every year, so fuck 'em."

I'd like to see some actual data that suggests untold children had their brains turned to mush because of this. 

And the double standard exists, as "Saving Private Ryan" can air in some situations, because it's about war, and cussing is a part of war.

The ruling yesterday expands a 1978 decision I know you're all familiar with, the George Carlin seven dirty words. 

These folks are concerned about words. They incorrectly think because the word "fuck" can mean "make love" that children will take it in the wrong context, I guess.

Someone in broadcasting...Fox, CBS... someone has to challenge this in court as this all falls directly under the First Amendment to the Constitution. 

Otherwise, we're all fucked. As in fucked up, not fucking. I'm not sure what we, the people can do. Unless someone orders up some "Tea Parties" on this topic, we are moving backwards as a society in regards to words, and where and how they can be spoken.

FCC, it's ok to have boner pill ads on 24/7. It's ok to have soap opera actors half naked and screwing every midday. It's ok to run movies so violent we are practically endorsing murder.

BUT if Cher slips and says "fuck", the wheels are comin' off!


Swine Flu. Wars in Iraq and elsewhere. Our crumbling economy and the sad status of the Big 3 automakers. Our declining educational standards and the cost of decent health care. Terrorists.

But we are still stuck on dirty words. 


FUCK, this so so wrong! (And no, Justice Scalia, that doesn't mean I want to literally Fuck you. But...FUCK YOU.) We have been on this slippery slope since Janet Jackson's nipple came out of her top. It's time to stop this foolishness. 

Michael Copps, the FCC acting chairman said yesterdays decision was, "A big win for America's families." Right. Against that all time killer of families, the F word.

Wrong. It's yet another BIG LOSS for America, period.


Keep killin me.


d.
April 29 2009
830am

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WHY TWITTER? WHY TWITTER SO MUCH? WHAT IS TWITTER?

A quick one for ye. I get asked a lot about Twitting on Twitter. Questions, like the same stuff you other Twits get, I bet. Here are the ones I get

the most:
 1)What is it?
 2)Why do you do it?
 3)What's the point of it?
 And one I get a bunch,4) why do you twit so much?

Lemme answer one at a time.

1) I love Twitter and all it's nutty concepts. It is a social networking site for people with real A.D.D., 140 characters and NO MORE FOR YOU (soup Nazi!). You gotta keep it brief and use the newest abbreviations. It's really just brain farts. No time for people to rant and rave. I love the brevity of it. Even though sometimes I have run on Twits that just can't be contained to 140 words at a time.

2) I'm doing it to get the word out that I'm just on hiatus. I really enjoy communicating with people (hence my radio background), and find Twitter a great way to reach out one on one to folks. I'm quite sure if I were currently broadcasting I'd niche program just to Twitter folks in some way.

3) There is no point, and that's what's nice. There was MySpace, that morphed into FaceBook, and that into Twitter. There's already newer sites, and I'm quite sure when the next big thing ignites I'll be there for it, too. It's just a hang, to quote Opie and Anthony. :). That means smile. So you know I'm kidding.

4) I twit because as jive as it sounds, I started it on a lark. I am quite amazed that about 1800 people are following now. I have no radio show, no presence in any market at all, and might as well have vanished from the face of the earth. But because of big fat Al Gore's www.com machine, I can stay in touch with former and future listeners through this site and others. The fact that so many folks have found me, simply through word of mouth is great. I check in about six times a day, the same number of times I stop to check email, or do work, or the same stuff you do at your computer, work or home. They've just made it so damned convenient and easy, that even a dumb ass like me can whip out 20 dumb jokes or responses in 10 minutes and be on my way. If we're out, I can answer notes while waiting on something or someone. Many times they are the same notes I'd be writing myself anyway, about things to discuss on the air. I spend about an hour a day total on Twitter, and don't regret a minute of it.


So I hope that answers any and all Twitter questions. You know, this wouldn't be so tough if they hadn't given it such a girly name. If they called it something like, BeefFart...well. You wouldn't hear so much about it, now would you? 

"Are you BeefFarting?" See, that isn't cute.

Like, "Are you Twittering?" Ugh.


Gnite,


d.
April 27 2009
1030pm

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GETTING MARRIED

As most of you know, I got married last month, on March 21st. The location was New York City. We now look back and are amazed we didn't drive each other crazy before it happened...not to mention our original date was August of this year. Four months from now.


I'll blog more about the wonderful Janet at another time. I'd like you to know that she, like Freda, was sent by a higher power to make sure I become a better person while enjoying the trip. All metaphors aside...no doubt I wouldn't be sitting here at the beach, financially secure and Bart starting his life on the right track without Freda's influence. Also no doubt I wouldn't be here after Freda died without Janet's influence. Janet never knew Freda, obviously. Jan was, at best, a casual listener to the old radio show. Her only memories of the show was that she liked the times when Freda called in. Other than that, she didn't listen. So she has learned about Freda through me, my family, and the home we live in. And I know that they would be fast friends.

Don't know just how I'd play that one, though. Have to move to Utah to have multiple wives.


 You'd be amazed how many times Freda's name is brought up, by Janet. "Freda June must have bought these. I Love them!" That's a common refrain. Jan likes Freda's taste, and our home is now a combination of Freda and Janet's decorating. And when I have decisions or problems to solve, quite often Janet asks me what Freda might have told me had I asked her. I must admit, were I thrust into Janet's situation I am quite sure I would not handle it with her grace and ease. It brings me a lot of joy to see Big Freda and Janet get toghether. But they talk like hens and eventually I have to seperate them. I'm quite sure that Janet was saved for me (she amazingly was never married) for the second half of my life. And like Freda, she has made me a better man. And continues to.

BUT. Even marrying your dream gal can be a bitch. We got engaged late last August. I wanted to wait to get engaged until after I left the radio show, because it would just have been a total distraction on the air. And I couldn't have gotten married and not talked about it. What a little radio whore I am! So I knew before I left for my sabbiticial that Janet was okey dokey with getting married. And then I left work, and we moved to Ocean City, Md. And last August in the world's worst kept secret (she knew), I proposed. The originial plan was to get married in one year, August 2009. In OC. Obviously that didn't happen!

Once we get into planning the event, and looking for locations the sniping started. Back and forth, forth and back. One place was good in some regards, but another was almost better. And Jan and Big Freda went to those freaking bridal shows and came home with pounds of literature they poured through. And then the plan would change alltogether. Not on the ocean, on the bay? Not a dee jay, but a band? Which photographer shall we use? Can we make sure everyone gets a special rate at the hotel? So many questions I was going nuts, and Janet was losing it becaue she had so many plates spinning.

I decided to put my foot down. I said enough. It's Vegas or nothing. That flew for about 20 minutes. On more than one occasion I'd ask Jan if she wanted a wedding or a marriage. And she would always throw back that the whole OC in August thing was my idea to begin with. Which was right. In just this February, we'd still been working towards August, when after a particular raw day of trying to decide which wedding would BRING US THE MOST FUCKING JOY! we both decided to try another direction.

New York City. And soon. And small. Me, with my big adopted family of Freda's, and Jan and her gigantic clan from western Pennsylvania make a big bunch 'o folks.  And that was before we even started adding friends. They would all have been invited to the bigger wedding. But the bigger the event got, the less it became about two kids in love getting hitched. It became what days worked best some people, and what for others. And what hotel was had what available at what times we wanted it. So we decided to go small, not big.  The rest was easy. The guest list went from 100+ to under 10. We went with just close family, no pals. And we decided right there and then to do it. The first day of spring was Friday, March 20th. So we did the deed on the 21st with a minimum of overkill and it turned out better than we could have hoped for. Our wedding was awesome, and something we'll always treasure.

Just today we were coming back from the beach, and I said to Janet, "It's about four months until he big wedding, with everyone and everything." She laughed and said, "We probably wouldn't have made it." 

We would have, it just would have been more crap leading up to. But Janet is open to new ideas and situations. Just like Freda. 

Ain't I the lucky one? Totally lucky. Or is it luck? Might it be that higher power watching out for me? I'm pretty sure it's Ms. Morrisette at work. I'm too much of a schmuck for things to have worked out so well for me, again. If you haven't seen "Dogma", that meant nothing to you. (She's God. Spoiler alert! She saves the world for Silent Bob & Jay. And Matt Damon and Chris Rock. Great film.) So rent it already!


Gnite,


d.
April 26 2009
830pm

Rent it and get it.

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RED RED WINE

I like the vagina monologues. It's a funny concept, and so are many of the women who have delivered them. I even used to do it as a bit on the radio, asking ladies to call in and talk as their vaginas would. You know, stuff like what it was like after a long day at work, what they (vags) were looking forward to. The gals that called in were actually very funny and the best mini-mono won some sort of cheap prize. I also added men to the mix later, and we tried the scrotum monologues. The fellas mainly talked about being itchy. Either way, Janet Jackson's nipple got exposed, and soon after CBS radio nixed the entire proposition. But I digress. One of my greatest talents.


There is a new book out by teenager Tachel Kauder Nelebuff called, "My Little Red Book." It's a collection of 92 short stories from women around the world about their first periods. Her  great aunt's story involves her first period saving her from being strip searched by the Nazi's in 1942.

Other guest story tellers include Erica Jong and Gloria Steinem.


Maybe you've got to be female to actually embrace this concept. 

I'm usually a fan of most things that involve women, and their underpants. And accessories that go in them. Not here, though.


Unless there are pictures. THEN I'm Reading.


Mmmmm. Bloggy.


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