Archive for January, 2011

Too bad Joe Namath and Debbie never had a son, because it seems that is the only way the New York Jets would ever break what I call the “Jets Jinx”.  Ever since the January 1969 victory over the hated Vietnam war supporter, Johnny Unitas and his Baltimore Colts, the New York Jets or as I sometimes call them, the “Jests”, only serve to tease rather than please.  They will break your green heart every time; so close, but yet so far…my eyes adored you, yet I am disappointed again.

Tonight’s game versus the Pittsburgh Steelers provided more of the same Jekyll & Hyde folly.  They played like two different teams per game half. Falling behind early, only to come up short at the end.  Why didn’t they RUN the ball even after Pissburgh took their initial drive and used-up almost ten minutes of the first quarter by scoring the initial touchdown? Why DID they keep running the ball Up The Middle to-no-avail at the goaline in the early fourth quarter?? Don’t you just hate that??  QB Mark Sanchez is still unreliable and the passing game sputters nervously at best. I learned that he had problems with hearing the plays called-in from the sideline coach.  This is where a “real” QB would be able to shift into a mode where he could successfully call his own plays! Wow, what an idea! Actually using your own brain to analyse the defense!!  In a way, Namath set such a high standard as a play-calling Quarterback (he called his own plays for the most part) that no player has been able to measure-up at that position since; from Richard Todd and Kenny O’Brien (“the rag doll”) to “Boomer” Easiason – not one.  Had I been coaching the Jets, I would have taken a page out of Weeb Ewbank’s playbook and run my most Matt Snell-like running back a LOT of times.  Ok, maybe these days, it takes two men to run like one Matt Snell, but the firm of LaDamion & Green, et. al could have taken control of the game back at that point by employing this strategy.    

I like Rex (“the son of Buddy”) Ryan as coach, but he doesn’t know when to shut his yap.  Is it possible that he is channeling the poolside guaranteeing, braggadocio style of my main man, Joe Namath?  I called my ole college roomie of the seventies when I was the only black guy on-campus to have a life-sized picture of Joe “Willie” on our dorm room wall before half-time to let his voicemail know that my defense didn’t come out “smokin’ ” like old Joe Frazier, and that we would lose this game. Even my authentic “lucky”  number twelve NFL jersey didn’t work and it lies cast away in the corner of my living room where it landed after I cast it off in disgust.  My dearly-too-soon-for-words departed friend and Steeler fan, Rodney Irvin would have invited me over to his “Garagemahal” to watch the game.  I can hear him right now saying, “What do you expect? J-E-T-S…Just End The Season!”

Too many people give me this , “well that’s the way things are these days” excuse!  Especially when denying my request of them for work, a deal for mutual financial gain,  another job, or maybe even a blow-job! Just kidding on the last “for instance” – ‘wanted to see if you are paying attention – I’m not into the last one, but might as well be, in order to get some tabloid-style “notoriety’!!  (rhymes)lol  Copping to the presence of “the status-quo”  is a lameo convenient cop-out for inaction.  If that is the way we thought thirty or forty years ago, the Vietnam war might STILL be going on, Black Americans might still be called “colored”, “Negroes” (or worse) and have to ride in the back of the public bus, women would still be waaay under the glass ceiling in employment and there would be no handicapped-access ramps or parking spaces.  The analogies could go on; all voice-mails from government agencies would have no “press two for Spanish” option, Obama would not be the President nor allowed to run; might still be a “draft” of young men into the U.S. military, there would be no “gays in the military” nor gay marriage debate, etc.

Another excuse is, “Well it is a different time now…” Sure there are more tech gadgets and toys, but the basic human being isn’t different!  We all still bleed red blood – look at any video of the aftermath of a suicide bombing anywhere on the planet – we still have the same brain (although this tech wave is softening many of them up in the richer countries due to not having to use all of it anymore); we still have the same basic survival demands like the need of life’s elixir, water.  You see, we as a society or a government, choose which things we want to change.   So now is the time to work towards changing the way “things are”, don’t continue the injustices in employment and economics or technology by turning the other cheek in chosen apathy.   Will “they” still tell me this excuse when our clean H2O supplies dry-up within the next forty years?  Sticking the collective pundit head in the sand, Ostrich-style?  Will the masses in the U.S.A. and other traditional developed nations not take to the streets like the recent days in Tunisia?  Since when is an insufficient status-quo acceptable?  And don’t tell me, “Well, that just the way it IS now, ‘man…” Those who say this are comfortable watching the rest of us suffer and hope that we die so that there is more for them.  Prove me wrong! Please.  Say there should be fewer GUNS available for nut-jobs running loose in response the attempted assassination of a member of the U.S. Congress, and you’ll get another excuse for not amending gun ownership laws.  What has not changed since the 1960s in America regarding this?

The only person who got away with saying, “And that’s the way it is” and making it sound positive so we would come back to learn more the next time is the late CBS News anchorman, Walter Cronkite. (And those same leaders of excuses and inaction will say, “Yeah, well HE was from another time…”)

Make this the Year of Forward, Positive-thinking Decision; the year we realize that the next big wars will be not over oil, but over H2O, and let us take actions, even in the face of opposition from those we once trusted with our emotions and even our future, to ensure that those wars do not happen.   There is no rule that says we cannot go back to the extent that we grasp our best moments that achieved beneficial changes, and we easily can – if we put down our new hand-held devices and gadgets long-enough on a regular basis.

Enough (respect) about Ted Williams (not the baseball great, the homeless “golden voice” bum guy), this post is for a true American “original”, a man who never fought any “bums”, because if he did, he knocked them all out quickly or toyed them into frustration, Muhammad Ali.  The day of his sixty-ninth (69) birthday this year coincides with the national U.S.A. celebration of the late Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Junior – two of the “greatest” born under the astrological sign of Capricorn, of  “all times”!  That, in and of itself, is inspiration for me to write about it here in addition to the fact that I gleaned that my beloved overseas is not fully aware of the magnitude of Ali’s presence and influence. 

 I use the first cut on this album…only the first few seconds of it, where he says is his trademark braggadocio of the 1960s, “I AM the Greatest!”, over the musical instrumental introduction of records that I play when I am lucky to have been on the radio during this holiday weekend through the years gone by.  In the “business” we called it a “drop”.  I am not that lucky this year because of aforementioned issues with “the way it IS” in “radio” nowadays (sux), however, rest assured that this post is to wish the best boxer of my era, a very Happy Birthday.

Muhammad, please forgive me for using the image to the left, it is the only vinyl that I own that represents you, and I respect your change of name, liking “Muhammad Ali” much better than your “slave name”..  We haven’t heard much about you, Muhammad Ali, lately – and given your age and the punishment that you took on your way to fame, that is a “great” thing!

Muhammad , the former “Cassius Clay” embodied all of the principled rebelliousness that shaped this reporter in my early teens.  With the Vietnam war and the U.S. civil rights movement sculpting the lowdown discourse of those days, “Ali” was a lightning-rod of criticism and praise, depending upon which side of the debate  (left or right we would  say these days) you found yourself.   I remember white guys really hating him; I remember black American guys really hating him (Joe Frazier “uncle Toms” we used to call them); I remember both of those groups rooting for him after came back from his  exile and knocking out George Foreman or having empathy for him when Larry Holmes basically ended his boxing career in 1980.  I think that at one point my own Dad didn’t like him, and that was mostly because Ali was one of the pioneers of the outspoken/well-spoken black American man and it was not fashionable for those of Dad’s generation to speak-out like Ali did.  Dad soon came around to MY way of thinking, and we used to be anxious to listen to the live matches on WCBS 88AM radio and read the New York Post’s account of his matches, blow-by-blow, in the next morning’s paper.

But this is to celebrate the personality of Muhammad Ali.  The rest of the cuts on this vinyl are his poetry, which may people forget about because of his politics.  Ali was an impromtu, spontaneous poet!  My father, the WWI Major,  called him a “rhymin’ Simon” lol because Ali could break-off some verse l-o-n-g before anybody ever imaged “rap” or “hip-hop”.  Imagine what Muhammad Ali might have been if part of THAT era?  Many imintated his ring style (“Sugar” Ray Leonard, Roy Jones, Junior come to mind), yet none could ever duplicate his demeanor or playful and poetically prophetic mind. Please, when you remember Dr. King this weekend, think about another “great” who came concurrently to help us as a leader on the world stage (Ali went to places like the U.S.S.R. and China, et al when our U.S. government would not reach-out to them with detante or embrace and encourage  perestroika). He became a true ambassador of our best qualities as a nation, much in the way that former President Jimmy Carter is these days.  He may have other vinyl albums, but this is the only one in my library.  Most of all for this discussion, Ali introduced the concept that a man could be “pretty”!  What is your fondest memory of Muhammad (notice not “MOhammad by-the-way) Ali?   Happy Cappy Birthday and “Ali bumbaye!”

So it is another sleepless Tuesday overnight after the holidays in the U.S.A., and I am tossing and turning in bed, wondering how I am going to pay the bills this month, get to see my girlfriend overseas, and what is in store for me. This year is already beginning like last year – waiting for paltry checks in the mail.  I finally fall asleep around seven-thirty AM only to drag myself up at the crack of Noon, knowing I have things to do that I am behind schedule on.  I call in “sick” on my home business to answer some emails only to find that four people I know have sent me this story about this homeless dude getting a voice-over job.

“Why are you tormenting me like this?” I ask one sender.  “Because he talks about ‘Theater of the Mind’ radio like you always do, and did on your show”, he answers. Even my eighty-six year old Mum calls asking, “Do you know Ted Williams?” “You mean the baseball player?” I feign.  My forehead is now in my hands…”OMG” I am thinking.  I was just tired before an a little grumpy; now I am in full D.J. Grumpy mode.  No coffee in the decanter to help either.  If this be the future, then why does it play like Alice In Wonderland where down is up and up is down?  Why are people being rewarded for behavior they used to be ashamed of?  I reach for my albuterol sulfate inhaler – getting upset used to bring on Asthma attacks when I was a child, now I just get “shortness of breath” and it is too cold to go for a bicycle ride, although I briefly consider doing so, or at least taking a brisk walk.

Here is the point I made to my friends who said, “He even sounds like you do!”  Their hearts are in the right place (I am sounding like my Mum now); I even heard one young lady say how “cool” a story it is that this dude got a job with the Cleveland Cavaliers, on her college radio station.  HOWEVER: there are lines of us qualified announcers  out here with “pipes” who have been marginalized by terrestrial radio, et al for the past decade.  G_D bless the BUM, but I have been doin “theatre of the mind” radio since the ’80s (“The Pajama Bar”) having grown up listening to it done on NYC radio by great D.J.s like Murray the “K”, “Cousin” Brucie (Morrow) and Frankie Crocker.


I recently began to send out my demo mp3s again to studios and agencies and have done so in the interim – without a nibble, hoping against hope that things turn around for me, and some homeless cat with a cardboard sign standing at the offramp of a highway gets a gig bcs a driver pulled-up and taped him to put it up on You Tube?? I’m sorry, but that is the wrong message!  So what, I should become HOMELESS, lose all I have,  get a piece of cardboard and a Sharpie, stand outside by [the nearest interstate exit] in my army fatigues and hope for the best as my TEETH rot??  Something is very WRONG with the hiring system/pecking order in this land and the UNIVERSE at-large if this be the future of my”specialty”. That shit pisses me off everytime I think of it – and I didn’t get much sleep last night either, trying to figure-out what is next for me and those I hold dear.  What do you think?  What if that happened in your industry?  How long do you think he will last?

Look, I’m not hatin’, I’m just sayin’., seems the wrong prople are getting the “bum’s rush”. Let me see…maybe I can think up something stupid to do to get “headlines” and hired for big reality TV money! I hear my late father saying, “You’ll probably get yourself arrested.”

**PickHiTT: Recently I was almost homeless. And, as I predicted when I first penned this blog, what happened to him was predictable: his habits, which got him to that street sign in the first place, were too much for him to overcome. Not being mean, but he needed more help than glam could get him. Often in life, it is good for writers (and really ALL of us humans) to revisit past opinions, especially when educational footnotes can be added.
As my MARVEL Comics Editorial staff (Stan Lee, et al) always concluded, “Nuff said”.

2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 2,600 times in 2010. That’s about 6 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 75 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 91 posts. There were 44 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 4mb. That’s about 4 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was December 6th with 78 views. The most popular post that day was My Vinyl – The O’Jays.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were,,, WordPress Dashboard, and

Some visitors came searching, mostly for farve penis, quicksand sinking, achilliad, old fashioned thermometer, and al goodman.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


My Vinyl – The O’Jays November 2010
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Farve Penis? Tiger’s Wood? October 2010


The Consoulers Uplift – Nashville Just Ain’t Country April 2010


About Achilliad November 2009


Volcanic Ashes to Ashes, Friends to Dust Too Soon April 2010

**Thank U WordPress! JUST when I was thinking about giving up this waste of my time for no pay, you give me encouragement! lol I guess the skinny kid’s done good for a change, eh? Now I have to come up with some more stuff!  As for 2010 personally?  A wide range of emotions and events, from the FLOODS here… my newest true friend, Rodney Irvin suddenly dying at only 45 yrs old…getting suddenly terminated by citadel radio…meeting my true soulmate via overseas online site I posted a profile to…discovering Skype(!)…going on freakin’  food stamps for a while…doin’ the “man Friday” thing…finally publishing my first poetry book…holding eviction at-bay (for now at least)…litigating and end to a nightmare albatross (as soon as my advocate receives the receipt)…and words written…so MANY words…Thank you again for the stats and encouragement that I will try to live up to, humbly and with an eye towards coaching us all UP and not dumbing us further down.  Happy New Year! I pray, may I finally get some needed $$ in early 2011 so I can get my documents to go overseas to connect with my soon-to-be beautiful inside and out, “other half” and continue to create and increase awareness that clean water will be the next “oil crisis” unless we pay strict attention to insuring that it says that way.

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