Wednesday, December 30, 2009
"What's the Rush" Radio
Well, Rush Limbaugh is moving from WPTF Radio and a country FM is going conservative talk. Just yesterday, I heard a senior gentleman say "they've ruined that station" referring to WPTF. The station is changing from "News/Talk WPTF" to "NewsRadio WPTF."
"Vee shall see," as far as how successful that will be.
News outlets tend to be slanted toward the left and if WPTF relies on them and their alliance in having two News and Observer employees running the news department, it is doubtful that it will be anything resembling fair or balanced, but will be more liberal pablum that I call the dinosaur media and Limbaugh refers to as "State-run" or "Drive by" media.
WRDU 106.1 will have Glen Beck from nine to noon, Limbaugh from noon the three and Sean Hannity from three until six.
No doubt, the new format will be beneficial to WRDU. Whether WPTF can attract the NPR, liberal listener remains to be seen. NPR is known for its anti-American, BBC, socialist programming. That's quite a tilt to the left compared to the last thirty years.
Of course, WPTF's new programming will probably have the blessing of the trinity of OPR, (Obama, Pelosi and Reid.)
Amazing I couldn't find a characature-ization of them similar to the one above of Beck, Hannity and Limbaugh. As Gomer would say, "Sur-PRIZE, sur-PRIZE, sur-PRIZE!?
Friday, December 25, 2009
Want to HEar/DON'T Want to EVER Hear Again
Been putting together my dream CD of Christmas music. The base would be Mannheim Steamroller for fill, but the top ten would be the #1 Christmas song of all time, which recently outsold Bing Crosby's recording of Irving Berlin's "White Christmas," Elvis' "BLUE Christmas."
The next eight are kind of tied in my mind for number two: "Same Ole Lang Syne" by Dan Fogelberg, "Please Come Home for Christmas" by the Eagles (too many poor covers of this. Leave it alone, especially hick versions)"Wonderful Christmas Time" by Paul McCartney, "Happy Christmas (War is Over)" by John Lennon, "Jingle Bells" by the singing Dogs, Elvis' version of "White Christmas" ala Clyde McPhatter, "Santa Claus is Back in Town" by Elvis, "Santa Claus and His Old Lady" by Cheech and Chong (not a song, I know) and "If Every Day was Like Christmas" which hit #2 for the entire year of 1966 on Billboard's Christmas chart and has appeared evry year since.
Hovering below the top ten are, "Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me" by Elvis, and the rest of Elvis' first Christmas album for that matter, and "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" from his second. I don't really care for the rest of his second Christmas album.
There's "All I Want for Christmas is You" by Mariah Carey, and Amy Grant's "Tennessee Christmas." The Trans Syberians have some nice stuff I like to hear. And I LOVE the California Raisins' version of "Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer"
What I DON'T want to hear are Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" or any more Bing stuff. Sorry, it's worn the flip out! And besides, they're going to air the movie two dozen times every year, anyway. I don't want to hear "Have a Holly Jolly Christmas" by Burl Ives until someone finds the original hit mix. What everyone plays is a re-mix that stinks!
Don't want to hear Gene Autry's "Rudolf" or any Andy Williams mess.
Why don't writers write some good new stuff? Everyone has to cover everyone else's crap and it's exactly that...crapola!
The last really GOOD piece I heard that's probably ten years old was "Mary, Did You Know?" and that's only because the song was great. Kenny Rogers was excellent, but he teamed up with that Judd woman.
Anyway, that's just me. Christmas music seems to be like beer...you either hate it or LOVE it/
So Merry Christmas to all and let's try to remember Jesus in all this, okay?
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Goodbye, Popping Fresh
The following is NOT original with me, but I think it's cute:
SAD PASSING
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma
complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was
buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay
their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California
Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The
grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man
who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show
business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not
considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked
schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old
man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John
Dough,Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is
also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 350 for about 20 minutes. If this made you smile
for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass
it on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day
and kneads a lift.
My tell all book about my realtionwhip with Popping Fresh will come out soon ;-)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Can I Call You Elvis?
Over the years, various people have called me "Elvis." It's no secret that I think he was and will always be the quintessential artist of all time. My friend, Steve, had trouble remembering my name and always called me by the King's first name. The other day, I received an email and noticed that his moniker for me was "Elvis."
My first name is so common, there are always at least three John's in any given room. I've never particularly liked to be called "Big John." When I first started going to karaoke the first guy who turned a song in for me, put that for the name and it stuck on me for a good while.
There are several "Big Johns" who are very unsavory characters including one associated with Beach Music. When it comes to that genre, with the exception of some that crossed over into mainstream charts by the Drifters and such, I need to write my own answer to "I Love Beach Music," which would be "I HATE Beach Music."
Since about 2004, I have begun going by my last name. I am comfortable being ROEBUCK. I AM Roebuck.
So, the other night, a huge Elvis fan came up to me and asked my name. I told her, "Roebuck." She mispronounced it a few times and we went through the Sears explanation and she finally said, "Can I call you Elvis?"
My response was, that I am not close to worthy of having that name, but if that's what she wanted, I already look around if someone calls his name out.
I guess while emulation is a strong form of flattery, being called the name of one of your heroes is right up there with it.
So now, I'm off to have a banana sandwich. "Uh, Mama, don't forget to put extra mayonnaise on it, okay?"
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