pissing off the world

Well, I went and did it now. I like to write smarmy things in the Community Scanner column, and sometimes give out license numbers. I was tempted to do that on Airport disaster day, last Sat. when I went to the police exercise, when I saw a Dodge Ram run one stop sign, one traffic light, but I figured it might've been a cop, so I didn't...could've gotten it, tho. Then I hear on the scanner that the cops are looking for a guy that fits this idiot to a T! Damn, next time, make sure you have a pen to copy this shit down, then I can turn into a real Sam Spade!

But I also might have chewed off the wrong guy, and it wasn't even all that funny. Guy in an MC jacket and helmet doing wheelies, I described him to a T - see above. Then Shea tells me she saw him in the park wearing a death mask under his helmet, sounds like a guy who has little or nothing to lose, so I'd better watch my step, hope he can't read 50/50 and won't be referred to my wise ass remarks about his wheelies, which happened two weeks ago today.

Haven't done much this week, 'cept write, write, and you guessed it, made progress on an important book that few will read and even fewer will give a rat's ass about - perfect for my life.

Nothing new on jazz radio front, though I did piss of the campus PIO, but that's another story, another day.

whither jazz in L.B.?

I keep hearing the same rumbling, from different quarters. Tonight seemed to seal the deal.

Last week, I called JA, prexy of the PPR board, who said that he'd be soon coming out with the story in order to save the station, but wasn't quite ready now.

At Sat. nite's party, Ryan told me that MPR is waiting in the wings, something that Mike confirmed both to me and on a discussion board that the deal is as good as sealed, that F. King put in an RFP, whatever the hell that is, and that jazz is on its way out and we'll have a 3rd NPR style station in our midst - big whoopie! Let the celebration begin...more Prarie Home Companion for eveyone!

Thanks Big Judy, you got dumped and still managed to pull disaster out of a thriving, unique & special mom & pop that I helped start 25 years ago. And a special atta boy to Rick L., who's doing the same thing to Miami radio. Way to go!...if you like MPRX3, that is.

Saturday's disaster & party

This week has involved some writing, but generally, new levels of laziness have been met and conquered. So, Friday, I commenced to drive to the Beachcomber - with no evasion or reservations of any sort and succeeded on the first half of the trip. I think I went somewhere else, but I must've been unconscious - oh, I recall, to see a woman on Second St. who had some LPs - got a private pressing autographed Korla Pandit that I even know existed! Good deal, sez me.

Then to the Beachcomber, where I picked up some tix & parking pass to tomorrow's disaster at the airport. Then to the strawberry stand, where I picked up my berry-ola for such a good article, then to Wagman's where I picked up hard copies of my ratings and spoke with him for ahwile, then homeward bound, no actually, I had no cuffs.

In p.m., Bill Soon stopped by, drank wine, big surprise, then I took a nap. Woke today...no, that's wrong.

On Sat., I left early for the disaster, did my thing, saw SWAT, National Guard, Fire and others run around and save people acting like they were in trouble, and more or less spent an morning doing something totally unusual and getting a bunch o'photos in the process.

In p.m., wrote the disaster article, then went to Petke's party, which was somewhat dull at about 4:30, but by 8:30 or so, was rocking - tho it was mainly guys, and many of these guys were with guys! But lots of instruments, fire pit, beer, music, food and pretty interesting folks - his friend Ryan who's pretty sharp & put together an intersting website on LB day to day photos, which I contributed to, Dan Jergler from the PT, Randy Salton from Charter, some others and a few girls showed, getting way too exciting, so I split at about 8 p.m. as Sylvia and Shea stayed home.

Today, heard from the Haley's, just back from Portugal, Spain, Germany & France - had to rest better part of a week just to get used to being back.

Happy Birthday Torben! You're now 6!!! and had a pretty cool party.

things I did pt. 2

Election night, Apr. 11, was fairly busy for me, tho I didn't get...elected, that is. The best part was attending Justin Rudd's "I decided not to run party," where the southern food was good, the Guiness was expensive, ($7.50) and I learned some stuff...not to go to Lucille's, where the evil one was.

Then went to DeLong's get-together, no food or drink (unless you paid). I didn't. Saw Grabinski & Levine. Then went home and watched the piss poor Charter coverage. Not much else.

All weekend, I kept hearing about the Adler-F.King clash over PPR's station, so I called Adler, who confirmed. Should be major.

Cruisin' Music is well over 1,000 listeners, but who are they? A few emails came through.

www.cruisinmusic.org

Since March 17, Gary Wagner and I have been working on getting station on the Internet and finally we accomplished it on Mar. 27, at about 1 p.m. with the first cast. First record? Probably Fat Man Blues by Johnny Otis...then, If You Can Want by the Miracles...then, Let's Start All Over Again by the Paragons...and on it went.

Angry guy didn't strike.

Friday, went to the police meet the chief, had a good one. Jackman said he'd check out the traffic ticket sit, but then had a world of striking Mexican kids on Monday, other stuff on other days.

As of Mar. 30, for a three day period (Mar. 27-30), I had 314 actual listeners, which I think is damned good, considering that other stations - reggae & jazz - had about 250 in two weeks. Impressive, let's hope it keeps up.

Friday, visited Butchie Boy for the final time at Vet's Hospital, interesting guy. New issue, angry guy quiet. Now it's old history.

Went in and did my regular show on a rainy Saturday. Got good news. Benny at Rock-it doesn't mind as long as I don't plug it on his show - wish he had told me earlier so I wouldn't have done just that on Saturday. Oh well. Spent the afternoon downloading from my mp3 site so I'd have commls, Buddy Holly, r&b, soul etc.

Sat. night, Lane emailed with support. Good guy. Told him about Butchie who said "I lost my will to live." Hope he's kidding.

Woke up this morning with....well, I suddenly noticed that I had one hour less than what I had been counting on...then I remembered, daylights savings time is here again! Deep sea diver again. How many blues songs start like that.

Today, Petke told me that F. King Alexander wants to turn a certain radio station into a Minn. Public Radio station...he didn't swear me to secrecy, so I told Grudt, Stark and Wagner...and...and...not yet.

And more. As of right now, 5448 songs on the hard drive with room for maybe...at best...500 more. Right now, listening to Hershey Mouth by Bo Diddley and getting some nice email. This really seems to be working.