Archive for February, 2014


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I am “cursed” with a “DJ Mind” by dint of my many years playing for people on the radio and doing events and parties in nightclubs. On the regular, I can hear music from Neil Diamond to The Intruders at any time of the day or night playing in my mind. Like this oldie by The Intruders that kept me up all night last night

What happened to the rest of that clip?

Am I insane or just musically challenged? lolol

Or this one by The Continental Four who I hung out with briefly at an old theater turned brief concert hall near Parsons Boulevard and Jamaica Avenue in Queens, New York called ‘The Creep’

Or at any given moment in my life a cut from Niel Diamond will start playing in my ears! Like this!

What is a “Cracklin Rosie” anyway? lol

Yes, I know, it is form of lunacy, but it doesn’t hurt nobody and I bet if you like music you have experienced it too! (That Neil Diamond is a “heartthrob” isn’t he, lol!)

Or sometimes out of my somnolence, my brain will play David Ruffin of the Temptations brother, Jimmy’s one hit wonder – I know not why…

I am at work one day in a totally different sales field from music radio, when along comes this one by Carol King which I played during my days as a Top 40 disc jockey in the early 1980s

Again, dear reader and listener, I do not know why except that I have played so many tunes and listened to so much contemporary music since the 1960s until today, that my brain has become a kind of “jukebox”. And yet, many times, I would like to [as I know that you also might to] perform a “system restore”, change my mind and…start all over again…

I can be sitting at my desk at “the day job” and Tyrone will sing unto me; its a favorite melody!

And then there is this one spawned because I lived through the nightmare of a stalker female which reminds me of this one by Elvis

Just leave me alone

And you’d be lying to yourself if you, at some point, didn’t want to “turn back the hands of time” right?

And so, when you are inhaling a loving rainy spring, summer or autumn breeze, just remember that you are not all that unusual from the “Achilliad” and my natural “DJ” mind.

Maybe I just miss dee-jaying..

PICKHIT: This post could go on forever with song and will likely have sequels…Oh and that was the late Barry White on the phone, “Baby I’m Home…” ( :

Yikes!, I thought I was gone and then Dru Hill came to my jukebox mind.

Only a “PM” can quiet my mind from the endless endurance that peeps put into my mental jukebox tonight. This might be the beginning of a new category for my blog, so check back with me soon.

Even Everly Brothers encroach, eventually editing my sleep! OMG!

Therefore, the moral of this blog post is, when you get a “tune wedgie” that drives you “crazy”, the best way to dispel it is to just play it live by whatever means or media. “Ain’t it fun reminiscing”?

Oh, by-the-way, how did YOU get in? it’s member’s only tonight…

We miss you, Mr. Bobby “Blue” Bland. My Jukebox mind will always keep you real.

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After being a news junkie for many years – partly because I worked in radio and could not avoid it – I now try my best not listen to or watch the news anymore and this story is one reason why.  Shit has just gotten so way off of the map these days and common sense seems a thing of the past. What our generation learned at the knee of our parents, who were thoughtfully strict, seems to have been flipped upon its head!  “Down is up and up is down” to take a phrase from the famous English author Charles Lutwidge Dodgson’s novel, “Alice In Wonderland”.
I heard about this story in a cursory manner about six months ago and immediately flashed-back to my days as a Cub Scout and Boy Scout. 
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My Mom was a “Den Mother” and our weekly meetings were held at a nearby Presbyterian church. My family was not of the Presbyterian faith, by-the-way, but that didn’t matter; people were not so insensibly sensitive back then, we had bigger fish to fry like the Vietnam War.  CubScoutLogo
Can you imagine a Scout meeting these days at a house of worship where the “BSA” would have homosexual-leaning “boys” among the membership?  What would the Pastor, Den Mother or Scoutmaster think or do with this situation?  What if hanky-panky took place or was attempted in the shower or a camping tent on a field trip?

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2014/02/12/boy-scouts-ranks-drop-after-year-policy-change-to-accept-gay-youth/

Why do gays want to infiltrate the Boy Scouts/Girl Scouts anyway? Why does sexual “preference” in children who are still learning about their genitalia mean anything and isn’t all of this “TMI”??

I have the solution: they could form their own group, IMO, the “GAY Scouts of America”! lol It makes perfect sense! What were the leaders of the BSA thinking by attempting this move? (They obviously were not thinking.)  If I had a son as a Scout at the time they went public with this new announcement, I would have surely pulled him out upon learning of this news. Even President Obama is clueless on this issue. His legacy will become “the gay president” at this rate, lol 
Where in the Scout Handbook or Boy Scout Oath does it say “Scouts must cave to political pressure from groups who want to push their sexual preferences upon the masses and traditional inspirational organizations”?

 http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2014/02/12/boy-scouts-ranks-drop/5435033/

Nyet, I am surprised at the lack of forethought by the Boy Scouts and I pray that they will come to their senses for the sake of the history and millions of us who developed into good men via scouting and recant this posture immediately.

Please do not dilute your historical brand.

Pickhitt: It ain’t hard to tell why it was ousted, is it? The confusion is obvious to this reporter…

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