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Here I am with Peter Frampton. Interesting days those were ;)
And Sting. Have you ever seen such gloomy looking people?
This HNT is dedicated to Viviane. She has been a dear friend during turbulent times.
Thank God I let my hair grow out. hehehe
Sometimes you meet someone and the connection is immediate. A comfortable companion that you feel understands you as much as an old friend. You fall into rhythm together, as if you both held this rhythm in your hearts, resting deep inside, waiting to be wakened. It makes your world a better place. It makes the days all the sweeter. It makes the future something to look forward to. It brings hope during the dark times.
..."she might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man. With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing against the grey, sober against the fire.
His headstone is shiny black granite. I think he would have liked that. It catches a vision of skies overhead and reflects your own face back at you when you read the inscription. There are flowers etched in the stone. As beautiful and intricate as he was. With each visit the face reflected back reveals grief less and less. Diminished devastation from that first glimpse. There is a place for flowers there on the top. A thing I've never used. It would be too much to return and see them dying. I leave that be.
Thinking of the day When you went away What a life to take What a bond to break I'll be missing youP. Diddy I'll be missing you
Today is my brother's birthday. I miss him as much now as I did then. The vigil continues. We wait. We watch. We pray. We keep him and his memory close to our hearts.
This HNT goes along with this post. Thought you might enjoy a look at The Beast herself.
There's nothing quite like breaking into the booth and holding a dee-jay hostage until he plays your record... record? Yeah, some of us were around when they actually played records on the radio. heh This photo made it into R&R ;)
Dyan skipped the whole college radio experience. She went straight to work in 'real' radio at Z93 in Memphis. Here she is giving Nick Carter a station tour. Of course, that was before he became a reality show casualty.
This is my boyfriend who did my promos. 'No, Your ears aren't deceiving you... You're rocking with the beast.'
The three words that best describe him... Totally Metal Yummy
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. Funeral Blues -- W.H. Auden
Today there will be no music, just a moment of silence for the passing of Li Zhao.
To my friends at LSD, who have been there for me during my trials, I send this message; the words of T.S. Eliot, because his words encompass my thoughts more than my own ever could at this time.
Not fare well, But fare forward, voyagers. -- T. S. Eliot
Sometimes we must move forward, not happily, and not with joy. We must move forward, because there is no way to move back.
My thoughts and prayers are with you my friends. Your friend, T
I haven't mentioned it here before, but I was a dee-jay in college. I had a heavy metal show. My radio handle was 'The Beast' and my boyfriend did my promos for me. He was the guitarist for a local heavy metal band and he had this great growling, rock-n-roll voice.
In the middle of my show the promos would pop up.
"No, your ears aren't deceiving you... You're rocking with the beast."
In my boyfriends growling, menacing voice. Then I would break into some Iron Maiden or Judas Priest. It became a well known phrase at school and around town. People were always coming up with their own variations of it. As a matter of fact, once when my girlfriends and I were sitting in a crab house on the way to Ocean City one of my girlfriends said "No, you're ears aren't deceiving you... You're eating with the beast. " This was a pretty common occurence. They would make jokes about 'sleeping with the beast', 'sailing with the beast'. It started to get old to me after a while, but they never got tired of it. They amused each other with their new creative versions of my promo.
On this occasion the cook heard them doing 'promo jokes' and came running out of the kitchen followed by some of the guys on the kitchen staff. They were so excited! They listened to my show every day. They asked for my autograph. They gave us lunch for free. I was a local hero and I didn't even know it. Of course from then on wherever we went my friends would announce who I was to try to get free food. Sometimes it worked, most of the time it didn't.
But the show was well known on campus. It was voted as the best show on our station and I did get to do a few appearances. I also got to be a judge in a couple of local 'Battle of the Bands'.
The morning dee-jay went by the handle J.J. Starr. He was truly a local college radio hero. It was your typical morning show in a very Howard Stern way. Mainly because Howard Stern had 'set the mark' for DC radio at that time and J.J. considered Howard to be his biggest competition, rival and idol(although 'How Weird' as we nicknamed him, had already been kicked off the air in DC). So J.J.s morning show was full of Top 40 music and barely concealed raunch. There was always this underlying sexual innuendo in his talk that barely kissed the line that the FCC would allow. It made his show very popular, but it meant that the dean kept a close eye (ear) on him to make sure he didn't go over the line. There was evidently a very rancorous relationship developing between J.J. and the dean, two men who had never actually even met face-to-face. The dean thought J.J. was 'gross' and 'offensive', but couldn't deny that he was raising the roof in the area. Especially not when the school was given a bandwidth boost by the FCC due to increased 'listenership' of his show in particular.
When our station was invited to New york for a real radio convention we were not only honored, but truly swept away with ourselves. This invitation went out to only 10 College radio stations across the country. The dean was ecstatic! He was so proud that we had been selected as the 'best and brightest' in college radio.
J.J. and I were sent to represent our station. We went to the convention and had the most wonderful time. It was just amazing. We got to meet the best dee-jays in radio. We had dinner and went to lectures on broadcasting. We were considered 'real' radio personalities by others in the radio industry. And they welcomed us with open arms. We were the future of national radio and we were embraced and taken in like prodigies.
But more importantly we got to meet people from other colleges who were doing what we did and doing it well also. And we partied our brains out together. Really. We studied the lectures and seminars all day and got crazy drunk at night. I made a new best friend at that convention. A guy in California who did a hard-core punk show. We became inseparable that week. I did his hair. This whole dyed-black, spiky, The Cure look that he wore back to Cali and became one of his 'trademarks'. We were both heavily into leather and we dressed together. What a couple we made! We'd talk about each other on our shows afterwards. We'd do phone interviews. A cross pollination of Punk and Heavy Metal that increased both of our listenerships.
So we partied and studied hard. J.J. was with me most of the time. The three of us dressed like some punked out, leather clad musketeers. The thing was that these two guys really took the lectures and other aspects of the convention very seriously. They were determined to one day be famous dee-jays and this was their chance to meet the pros and learn from them. For me it was more of a re-cap of what I already knew. Both of my parents were in the music business. My father was a very well-known deejay while I was growing up and he had gone on to become, first a music director, then a GM for a radio station, working his way up to becoming a VP for CBS and Viacom. My mother was a record promotor for EMI and United Artists, she went on to become the VP of promotion for a couple of different labels. I knew the inner workings of radio and the record industry very well. It was dinner conversation in our home growing up. I remember the crackdowns on Payola and understood the ins and outs of Broadcast Law in general. FCC regulations and that sort of thing. I knew enough to help guide the station away from the payola which was still doggedly attempting to rear its ugly head even in College radio. Offers for concert tickets and backstage passes if we would put certain singles into heavy rotation. And offers to deejays of everything from money, to drugs, to 'women'.
I knew some of the radio people at the convention. I spent a good hour sitting and talking with The Grease Man, he was Howard Stern's replacement when he was kicked off DC radio. He recognized me from visiting DC101 with my mom. My two male escorts were impressed as hell that he came over to talk to me. I was all aflutter with my own importance of course. I was fairly glowing with all of the ego stroking that was going on.
So it happened that when we returned to the station, all flush with our success, the dean sent notes to us that he wanted heavy promoing of the convention. We were to mention it often on our shows. He wanted to make sure that everyone on the airwaves knew that we had been chosen to attend and just what a big deal it was. Of course we did that. And enjoyed every second of bragging time.
I had pretty much forgotten about this whole incident until I was forcing Cheyenne to listen to 80's music with me the other day. An offense that she considers to be some kind of child abuse by the way. She thinks there should be legal repercussions for parents who force their children to listen to 'old music', not just once, but over and over again. What can I say? I thought she'd like Luka by Suzanne Vega?
I ran across 'the song' on YouTube and the whole thing came rushing back to me.
You see, when we returned from the convention and were told to heavily promote the convention, none of us knew that it would be the beginning of the end for J.J. Starr. No, he didn't die. But his career at our station did. It turns out that while I was doing 'T Rex's' hair (the Cali punk dee-jay) J.J. was getting totally inebriated with two of the deejays from the NY station next door. They managed to completely trash their hotel room. Apparently in some type of Keith Moon emulation attempt. They destroyed furniture, smashed lamps and mirrors. Made me glad I was a girl. I got a room to myself and didn't have to 'bunk up'. Both colleges got the bill for the damages the following Monday morning.
The first chink in the glass came when J.J. got the note to heavily promote the convention. Being J.J. he just had to do it his way. He got on the air and told the world that he had just spent the week in a hotel in NY doing unspeakable things with 'The Beast'. That I must have been trained as a gymnast. That we had torn down the chandeliers. Of course when the dean got the bill he believed it-- despite all of our denials that it was just a joke.
He then dedicated a 'certain song' to me that he said would always and forever remind him of the wild time we had in NY. The song hadn't even finished when the call came from the dean. J.J. was escorted out of the booth by the GM who then had to finish his show-- and explain to his listeners why he had been removed. Two weeks suspension from the air for dedicating 'this song' to me. Once the dean received the bill from the hotel he was permanently removed from our airwaves. He went on to move to another college where he became the toast of college radio.
So I'd like to dedicate this song to J.J. Starr, wherever he may be today. It's the song that he dedicated to me that got him kicked off the air.
J.J. baby, this song will always and forever remind me of you too. Mwah!!!
Today we sadly mourn the loss of one thong, one very nice flowery red bra, and two pairs of the most luscious heels ever to walk the streets of Atlanta... no, not like that, you pervs!
What the Faygo?
Steve Madden is turning over in his grave...oh wait. He's not dead yet....but if he was, he would be.
There needs to be a version of Taps playing in the background. The culprit is a 12lb Fox Terrier-Dalmation mix named Gadgit. We call him Doggie. I swear to God, if this dog eats another pair of SOMETHING, I'm going to kill it. And trust me, no amount of yelling and swatting will do ANY good.
Yes, ladies and jay-walkers, this dog is DEAF. The only recourse I have against this mutt is a squirt bottle, and THAT doesn't even work. He's "developmentally impaired" as my sister in law so lovingly says.
If this little shit eats my pair of $100 Michael Kors (even though I need a new pair anyways), his head will be beautifully mounted on the wall of my new apartment.
Then of course, said Doggie has the habit of WHINING everytime you put him in his crate. To make matters worse, my brother came home from a long and extremely messy night of drinking and is now pissed off because doggie won't quit. So I left. I neeeeed my own place. I can't take much more of this. It's driving me bonkers...even though I was already there a while ago....
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