As I typically do, I'm zapping back to the '80s for this title. It's from a band called, "Teenage Head" I liked the album that it came off of, but like many of my musical choices, I seem to be alone in that sentiment. The average person undoubtedly never heard of Teenage Head, let alone knows any of their tunes. Why can't any decent radio stations hire me to turn the world on to these lost gems, eh? I would think that there'd be an opportunity on Satellite Radio, but I've heard that they aren't doing so well in these tough economic times, so I'm not holding my breath. Besides, I didn't start this stem to write about Teenage Head, I'm bitching about a different trend...hand shaking.
I was told as a youngster, that you can judge a man by his handshake. Nowadays, handshakes can consist of tapping a clenched fist against another, grabbing the greeters' arm and pulling it into a shoulder butt, or just a plain old open handed slap. I think the shoulder bump is rather gay, so if I'm ever caught doing that, I grant you permission to shoot me on sight. There is a guy at work, who makes the rounds each morning and shakes everyone's hand. I have no idea why he's compelled to do this. I would think he'd be more afraid of getting swine flu by utilizing this tactic, but then again what do I know? In any case, I don't dislike the guy, he's okay by me, but I have no interest in shaking hands with him every time I see him. It's a worthless, pointless gesture. This seems to be a current trend amongst a certain ethnic crowd, typically younger members. Why, is what's puzzling me.
As I already said, I don't object to shaking hands, I'll do it when I meet somebody for the first time, if I'm saying goodbye to someone, wishing them good luck before a potentially dangerous endeavor, or if I'm congratulating them for an achievement, first child, winning an award or contest. As a greeting, I'm more inclined to simply say, " Hey, how's it going?" It's easier, there's less potential for spreading of disease and it takes less time. Time is something that man still hasn't gotten a hand on harnessing, so as I get older, I'm less interested in wasting it, especially with useless gestures.
I know girls who go around kissing everyone, 'Hello'. I like kissing girls, but only for its' erotic value, not as a way to say, " Hey, how's it going?". This also is another waste of time, motion and effort.
Could these feelings be part of the reason I'm alone so much of the time? Naturally, I don't think so, but I'm not right about anything, and mystified by everthing, so it all boils down to,
" What Do I Know?". I certainly don't know why people are such obtuse beings and hard to figure out. I'll shake your hand on that!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
You've Got To Have Friends
This title is stolen from an artist who got a bit of radio play in the late sixites/early seventies by thye name of Buzzy Linhardt. His biggesat break was when Bette Midler did a cover of the tune I'm using on her "Devine Miss M" album. To be perfectly honest I'd rather have used the more obscure tune from Led Zeppelin III, simply entitled, "Friends" but that would have been too easy. Led Zeppelin is more of a pivotal band in my upbringing than Buzzy Linhardt ever was, but I enjoy the obscure and ecclectic, so there's the logic ( or lack thereof) behind my choice.
I am an admitted loner. That isn't by choice, it's simply just the way things work out. I know lots of people, and I consider them friends simply because they aren't enemies, but if I was stranded at an airport at 11:55 p.m. and needed a ride, there's nobody that I'd feel comfortable calling and asking to come pick me up.
Back in the eighties, I was seeing a girl and one night we went to the movies. By some coincidence, a bunch of her friends were at the theater. The relationship was new and she asked me if I'd like to meet her friends, naturally I said, 'okay'. She introduced us and then she told me to go back and save our seats before someone else took them. When she returned to the seats, she announced that her friends thought I was cute. She then asked when she could meet my friends. I told her that my friends were the people I worked with, and she already knew them.
" You work with them, they're not your friends!" She informed me. I was stunned by that revelation. Of course she was right. I get along with my coworkers on a pretty steady basis, but once the workday ends, we'd go our separate ways and I wouldn't see them again until the following workday. It was next that she told me that I was a, "Disposable person". I laughed and thought that was a pretty efficient was to describe people that don't serve any real purpose on our planet. But she had hit the nail straight on the head, driving it ino the wood with one shot. I don't fill any needs in anybody's life except my own. I think this is why I have such a difficult time dating. I'm bland and boring, and the women that I like, are the ones that everyone likes! When a gal has a tribe of suitors all vying to conquer her ass, I fall pretty close to the bottom of the list, end of story...sort of.
I was in high school when the movie "American Graffiti" came out. I wanted to see it because it featured hot rods as a central theme. So when the group of guys I was hanging out with were talking the topic of movies came up and I mentioned that I wanted to see the new George Lucas film. On Monday when I returned to class, a bunch of my pals were talking about the weekend. In passing they let it slip that they saw "American Graffiti".
" Why didn't you tell me? You knew I wanted to see that?" I blurted out, enraged that I'd been excluded from their foray to the cinema. They kind of shrugged and blew it off. I then asked myself why I was trying so hard to hang out with people who didn't give a fart about me, and made an oath that I wouldn't bother with them anymore. After about four weekends of staying home, I decided that was even less appealing.
I'm not anti-social, I enjoy going to parties, and social events, but apparently I'm not the life of the party, or even the flickering, fading candle flame of excitement...I'm just a guy. I refuse to force myself upon people. I've known folks who did that, and they are most often secretly resented by the group they're trying too hard to fit in with. So I've learned to bite the bullet and entertain myself when the need arises. I still go to concerts from time to time, but the lack of a social interaction makes it an empty experience. I've seen some great shows, but without somebody to share it with, makes it almost the same as watching TV. So in conclusion...oh one of my favorite shows is on, I'll finish this later....
I am an admitted loner. That isn't by choice, it's simply just the way things work out. I know lots of people, and I consider them friends simply because they aren't enemies, but if I was stranded at an airport at 11:55 p.m. and needed a ride, there's nobody that I'd feel comfortable calling and asking to come pick me up.
Back in the eighties, I was seeing a girl and one night we went to the movies. By some coincidence, a bunch of her friends were at the theater. The relationship was new and she asked me if I'd like to meet her friends, naturally I said, 'okay'. She introduced us and then she told me to go back and save our seats before someone else took them. When she returned to the seats, she announced that her friends thought I was cute. She then asked when she could meet my friends. I told her that my friends were the people I worked with, and she already knew them.
" You work with them, they're not your friends!" She informed me. I was stunned by that revelation. Of course she was right. I get along with my coworkers on a pretty steady basis, but once the workday ends, we'd go our separate ways and I wouldn't see them again until the following workday. It was next that she told me that I was a, "Disposable person". I laughed and thought that was a pretty efficient was to describe people that don't serve any real purpose on our planet. But she had hit the nail straight on the head, driving it ino the wood with one shot. I don't fill any needs in anybody's life except my own. I think this is why I have such a difficult time dating. I'm bland and boring, and the women that I like, are the ones that everyone likes! When a gal has a tribe of suitors all vying to conquer her ass, I fall pretty close to the bottom of the list, end of story...sort of.
I was in high school when the movie "American Graffiti" came out. I wanted to see it because it featured hot rods as a central theme. So when the group of guys I was hanging out with were talking the topic of movies came up and I mentioned that I wanted to see the new George Lucas film. On Monday when I returned to class, a bunch of my pals were talking about the weekend. In passing they let it slip that they saw "American Graffiti".
" Why didn't you tell me? You knew I wanted to see that?" I blurted out, enraged that I'd been excluded from their foray to the cinema. They kind of shrugged and blew it off. I then asked myself why I was trying so hard to hang out with people who didn't give a fart about me, and made an oath that I wouldn't bother with them anymore. After about four weekends of staying home, I decided that was even less appealing.
I'm not anti-social, I enjoy going to parties, and social events, but apparently I'm not the life of the party, or even the flickering, fading candle flame of excitement...I'm just a guy. I refuse to force myself upon people. I've known folks who did that, and they are most often secretly resented by the group they're trying too hard to fit in with. So I've learned to bite the bullet and entertain myself when the need arises. I still go to concerts from time to time, but the lack of a social interaction makes it an empty experience. I've seen some great shows, but without somebody to share it with, makes it almost the same as watching TV. So in conclusion...oh one of my favorite shows is on, I'll finish this later....
Sunday, July 5, 2009
People Are Strange
That title of a Doors song can be used for a lot of my rants. I never cease to be amazed at how well their music holds up over time. There have been newer bands that cover their tunes, but the one that sold the most copies, was Jose Felicano's dreadful version of "Light My Fire". It's almost on a par with horrendous version that Ike & Tina Turner did of Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Proud Mary". Better left forgotten. When I worked at WLIR F.M. way back in the mid 1980's, I had to edit an interview with Ray Manzarek the keyboardist for the Doors. It was prior to Oliver Stone's release of his movie about the band. I was blown away by how smart and talented this individual was. I later read some comments by Mr. Manzarek denouncing Stone and refusing to help promote the flick. Naturally I went and saw it when it came out,a nd I can see why. It made Jim Morrison into an icon and the rest of the band came across like mindless dolts, who unthinkingly just followed along with whatever Morrison did. Anyway my tirade this time isn't about the Doors, but someone very close to me...
My Father
I moved back home with my Dad and Sister after being destitiute for a while. Living alone in my apartment, where I moved when I got the job in radio for over twenty years, I amassed a considerable amolunt of useless crap. Most of it was materials that I had plans to make into something, but never got around to because I was spending a ton of time taking buses back and forth to work, and I wasn'tmaking enough money to be able to spend it on the necessary parts and equipment to launch those plans I had. When I moved, most of it went in the trash. I inherited this mentality from Dad.
Dad cannot throw anything away! At Christmas time, the grabagemen should tip HIM! My father is also negligent about maintaining things. His way of dealing with situations is to ignore them until they reach critcal mass. I'm a car freak, as I've mentioned in other posts, and I recently got another vehicle that I am anxious to customize. This will be a near impossible undertaking because there isn't an inch of spare space in the house. It is all taken up by the crap he's amassed. The garage, basement, attic and most of the rooms are overflowing with ordinary junk. He cannot throw out a box, he must save every one he gets, the yard is littered with every flower pot that ever came onto it, despite their being empty, if I attempt to get rid of them, I'll be reprimanded. To try and get rid of furniture is beyond comprehension to him. Things that get broken, are all taken to some part of the house to use valuable space. I worked at a car stereo shop in the late '80's through the mid '90's. They had a service center there,. My father's VCR had gone on the fritz so I took it in to be fixed. I was told that parts were no longer available for that model and to junk it. I passed that diagnosis along to my Dad, it's still down in the cellar. If a branch falls off a tree, he will cut up the twigs and put them into one of those wax coated cardboard milk containers and stow it away to burn in the fireplace, the problem is we had maybe a dozen fires this past winter and not one of those boxes was among the things torched. He's also got boxes of sawdust, broken light bulbs, old dead batteries, styrofoam packing, and if I suggest we get rid of them to make room or a drill press or something that has a practical value, he bites my head off. He's beyond the packrat mentality he's obsessive/compulsive. If he buys something and it's not what he wanted, he won't return it. He's as negligent about his health as he is about household maitenance. He complains about his arthritis but won't seek any medical treatment for it. He'll throw away tons of money on snake oil that's advertised on infomercials but won't seek advice from a medical specialist. I'm willing to help do some of the stuff around the house to make it easier to live here comfortably, but his attitude makes it the kind of thing one has to tiptoe around. I certainly don't have the money to get much of the work done by a professional, and the DIY method would be really hard because to move anything would make the house into a labyrinth of clutter. The only viable solution I can see, is to move out, but to find another apartment where I have a garage or a work shop is already out of my price range, so I just have to hold my breath and live with it.
My Father
I moved back home with my Dad and Sister after being destitiute for a while. Living alone in my apartment, where I moved when I got the job in radio for over twenty years, I amassed a considerable amolunt of useless crap. Most of it was materials that I had plans to make into something, but never got around to because I was spending a ton of time taking buses back and forth to work, and I wasn'tmaking enough money to be able to spend it on the necessary parts and equipment to launch those plans I had. When I moved, most of it went in the trash. I inherited this mentality from Dad.
Dad cannot throw anything away! At Christmas time, the grabagemen should tip HIM! My father is also negligent about maintaining things. His way of dealing with situations is to ignore them until they reach critcal mass. I'm a car freak, as I've mentioned in other posts, and I recently got another vehicle that I am anxious to customize. This will be a near impossible undertaking because there isn't an inch of spare space in the house. It is all taken up by the crap he's amassed. The garage, basement, attic and most of the rooms are overflowing with ordinary junk. He cannot throw out a box, he must save every one he gets, the yard is littered with every flower pot that ever came onto it, despite their being empty, if I attempt to get rid of them, I'll be reprimanded. To try and get rid of furniture is beyond comprehension to him. Things that get broken, are all taken to some part of the house to use valuable space. I worked at a car stereo shop in the late '80's through the mid '90's. They had a service center there,. My father's VCR had gone on the fritz so I took it in to be fixed. I was told that parts were no longer available for that model and to junk it. I passed that diagnosis along to my Dad, it's still down in the cellar. If a branch falls off a tree, he will cut up the twigs and put them into one of those wax coated cardboard milk containers and stow it away to burn in the fireplace, the problem is we had maybe a dozen fires this past winter and not one of those boxes was among the things torched. He's also got boxes of sawdust, broken light bulbs, old dead batteries, styrofoam packing, and if I suggest we get rid of them to make room or a drill press or something that has a practical value, he bites my head off. He's beyond the packrat mentality he's obsessive/compulsive. If he buys something and it's not what he wanted, he won't return it. He's as negligent about his health as he is about household maitenance. He complains about his arthritis but won't seek any medical treatment for it. He'll throw away tons of money on snake oil that's advertised on infomercials but won't seek advice from a medical specialist. I'm willing to help do some of the stuff around the house to make it easier to live here comfortably, but his attitude makes it the kind of thing one has to tiptoe around. I certainly don't have the money to get much of the work done by a professional, and the DIY method would be really hard because to move anything would make the house into a labyrinth of clutter. The only viable solution I can see, is to move out, but to find another apartment where I have a garage or a work shop is already out of my price range, so I just have to hold my breath and live with it.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Everlong
Thank God for the Foo Fighters! Along with Green Day, they are keeping original Rock and Roll alive. When Dave Grohl appeared on the Howard Stern show, back when he was on terrestrial radio, they did a killer acoustic version of "Everlong". The station has since become another outlet of bland dance music, leaving New York with one less outlet for Rock and Roll music. But my admiriation for the Foo Fighters isn't what I'm bitching about today...it's shoe laces.
Back in the early nineties black youth would buy the highest sneakers available and then buy thick, brightly colored laces but only lace the boots or basketball shoes up a small part of the way, leaving a streamer of laces dangling behind them. It didn't take long before white kids copied this trend. First of all, why buy high top sneaks if you're only going to use the lower portion? You can save a large hunk of cash by purchasing the smaller athletic footwear. Now it seems that manufacturers have seen the light and automatically include oversized laces with any shoes that need to be tied. The effect, constantly stepping on the tips that lay on the ground, cracking the aglets...those sleeves over the lace tips that enable you to easily feed the lace through the eyelets. So in the event you ever have to relace te shoes, you're guaranteed to have a difficult time of it. The first thing I do whenever I purchase a new pair of boots or shoes, is to take out the laces and seek some of a more apporpriate length. Does this boost the economy? I don't think so. Is it a major conspiracy? Hardly, it's just one of those pain-in-the-ass fads that make life more of a question mark than anything else.
I am baffled that this has yet to pass it's course and become ancient history the way Nehru Jackets and Love Beads did. But I'm also still baffled that the wearing of low-slung pants that exhibit giant underwear still is trendy. Especially since the people who do it aren't hot girls, they're generally young men with big butts that nobody is interested in viewing. I am hardly a fashion maven, but I know what I like and I certainly hate having to constantly retie my shoes because the laces are too long. Am I crazy? I must be, to let something this trivial inspire me to write about it!
Back in the early nineties black youth would buy the highest sneakers available and then buy thick, brightly colored laces but only lace the boots or basketball shoes up a small part of the way, leaving a streamer of laces dangling behind them. It didn't take long before white kids copied this trend. First of all, why buy high top sneaks if you're only going to use the lower portion? You can save a large hunk of cash by purchasing the smaller athletic footwear. Now it seems that manufacturers have seen the light and automatically include oversized laces with any shoes that need to be tied. The effect, constantly stepping on the tips that lay on the ground, cracking the aglets...those sleeves over the lace tips that enable you to easily feed the lace through the eyelets. So in the event you ever have to relace te shoes, you're guaranteed to have a difficult time of it. The first thing I do whenever I purchase a new pair of boots or shoes, is to take out the laces and seek some of a more apporpriate length. Does this boost the economy? I don't think so. Is it a major conspiracy? Hardly, it's just one of those pain-in-the-ass fads that make life more of a question mark than anything else.
I am baffled that this has yet to pass it's course and become ancient history the way Nehru Jackets and Love Beads did. But I'm also still baffled that the wearing of low-slung pants that exhibit giant underwear still is trendy. Especially since the people who do it aren't hot girls, they're generally young men with big butts that nobody is interested in viewing. I am hardly a fashion maven, but I know what I like and I certainly hate having to constantly retie my shoes because the laces are too long. Am I crazy? I must be, to let something this trivial inspire me to write about it!
Friday, June 12, 2009
I Don't Wanna Be A Pinhead No More
Finally! I get to use a Ramones title for one of my rants. I wasn't a big fan of the inventors of "Punk Rock" for a long time, then I kind of got the joke and realized what a creative and talented band the boys from Queens were. I've also mentioned that I worked in radio here on Long Island, New York for six years and I've got some very strong opinions about the state of this media, partially due to this experience.
When I was in High School, the band Electric Light Orchestra put out a record with a killer version of Chuck Berry's "Roll Over Beethoven". It was played to death by the radio stations of the day. They pounded it into the ground with a sledgehammer. It was heard at least once an hour if you switched to different radio stations in the course of your listening time. I began to get sick of the song, and quickly learned to hate The Electric Light Orchestra, the band that preceded them, The Move and everything associated with Jeff Lynne. It's much the same with many other performers. I was in college when "Born To Run" was released. I had heard Spruce Stringbean songs from his "Welcome To Asbury Park" album, and was not knocked out by any of them. The guys in the dorm room next to me, played and screamed along with with Bruce on this irritating recording. I learned to despise the song,"Rosalita" because of the high decibel neighbors. Not long after I transferred to another college, did radio begin pounding the Bruce tunes. I soon despised, detested, abhored, and cringed at the thought of listening to this music. I blame radio for this. I do not like the music of the man titled, "The Boss". What is he the boss of??? While working at WLIR, I was dating a girl who was a fan of the Bruce, so when I heard advance notice of tickets for a show going on sale, I let her know about it.
While producing the morning show at the afore mentioned radio station, a listener who had a t-shirt business sent some "Dare To Be Different" shirts to the guy who's show I produced. One featured a picture of the Bruce with the red circle with the line trhough the center over him. Ben laughed and said, "I can't wear this, I like Bruce"
" I'll take it!" I quickly interjected, and proudly wore it until it disintegrated off my skinny body. In the middle of that summer, I broke my toe and was hobbling around on crutches when one evening my girlfriend stopped by and asked if I felt like taking a ride. Naturally I said yes. I happened to be wearing the anti-Bruce T-shirt at the time. It was only after we crossed the Throggs Neck Bridge that I began to get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. We were heading towards the Meadowlands. We parked in a distant field and had to cross over several major roadways on rickety wooden bridges, the last of which at the end crews were stationed to confiscate any alcoholic beverages. It was on this bridge that I thought my life would end, because the owners of the disallowed beverages were swilling them down like condemned men on their way to the gallows, seeing my anti-bruce Tee Shirt didn't go over well, and I was pondering how fast I could move on crutches. As it turned out, The Bruce put on a very good show, if I didn't hate all the songs I would have given it a positive review. That aside, I blame radio's lack of human choice in the selection of what gets played for contributing to this feeling.
In the New York Tri-state area, rock and roll radio stations are on the endagered species list, so there aren't a lot of choices to press the buttons for when I song I dislike comes on. As of late I've been listening to WRXP, a relative newcomer to the New York radio scene. There are many aspects of this station that I like very much, and as it goes, many I don't.
The morning show host is a guy named Matt Pinfield. I had never heard of him prior to stumbling across WRXP, but he used to be on a New Jersey radio station as well as MTV and VH1. He also was some sort of high muckey muck at one or more record companies.I was awed at his musical knowledge, I used to pride myself on being a pretty well informed rock trivia hound, but he left me in the dust. In May of this year...2009 he announced that he was going to be off the air for a time to enter rehab. A gutsy move, but his announcement of this fact left me feeling much the way I feel about Spruce Stringbean. I'll try and quote him as closely as my memory will allow, but he said somehting along the lines of...
"...you'll not come across a more honest D.J. on the radio than myself..." Not too shy with the backslapping there Matt... "...and it takes some real balls to do what I'm doing..." Bullshit! That came across as self-serving and pompous. If anybody said it about him, I'd agree, but for him to announce it about himself, is nothing short of arrogant. That left me feeling that he's not as awesome as I initially thought. And I do agree that entering rehab is a positive thing and announcing it rather than just disappearing for a time, is a BIG help to any listener who may be encountering the same dilemma. It was the blowing of his own horn that left me turned off. Another feature on his show, is that he's got an iPod with twenty thousand some odd songs on it, and each weekday a listener gets to pick a number and choose a song. He always prefaces the choice by saying, " Oh, this is a really great song..." Well..."DUH!" if it wasn't a song he liked, he wouldn't have put it on his iPod. Of course I don't think every song I've heard is a great one, but that's what makes the world go around.
Another sore spot about this new radio station, is that they tout themselves as where " Classic rock, new music and alternative meet". I have no problem with that, but they play Tom Petty as if he were as infuential as the Beatles, Stones or Led Zeppelin. I hear a T.P song at least once every two hours, which is more than I heard him in the seventies and eighties combined. I like Mr. Petty, but I don't think he deserves that much airplay. It's moves like this that spark conspiracy theories. I can hear it now..." The music director is Tom Petty's wife's second cousin, and he does it so he'll get the royalty payments..."
The listeners aren't as saavy as I am, they think the jocks get to choose all their music selections, which isn't the case. I still listen because there's not much else for a die-hard rocker to tune in. Maybe I'll be able to get satellite radio in the near future. Matt Pinfield is back from rehab, and doesn't miss an opportunity to promote that he's healthy and sober. That's a good thing, but the bad thing is...he doesn't miss an opportunity to promote that he's healthy and sober. Self promotion is one of his one of his fortes. There's nothing wrong with that, but I'm no longer such an admirer of his, I don't wanna be a Pinfieldhead no more!
Matt's sidekick is a woman named Leslie Fram. She does the news reports and if the names are anything more complex than 'Smith' or 'Jones' she's destined to screw it up. Recently a woman who had octuplets was a big item to report. Her name is Nadia Suleman, her last name being a fairly common one in Asian cultures. For weeks Leslie pronounced it as "Shulman"...not quite the same thing. It's as if she heard no other, better informed reporters say the name. In local news, a young female student at John Jay college was found dead, her name was Ymette St. Guilliene. Leslie totally butchered this name as well. One day she was reporting a story about men ogling women, and she pronouced it, "ooogling". This confirmed my suspicions, Leslie is stupid.
Another strike against Matt is, a news story was big on Long Island for a while, about a couple goign through a divorce. The husband had donated a kidney to his wife and he was demanding it back. There's plenty of room for humor in the story, but every account that I read, indicated that the husband was a control freak, and overly jealous and suspisious of his wife. Matt made the statement, " You know that she's got some blame in this as well, I think she's equally at fault...". This came across as very misogynistic to my ears. Matt is trying too hard to be controversial, and he can't pull it off. Howard Stern is a master of this type of radio, and Matt Pinfield is NO Howard Stern! He qualifies his staements, to remain 'Politcally Correct', yet if you want to be outrageous, you cannot do that, you have to pick a side and stay with it. This reinforces his lameness. 'Pinfield Justice' is third rate radio, best left to morning zoos.
Along with the fact that he's clean and sober, now the morning show has a title. It's " The Rock Show" I wonder how many sleepless nights were spent coming up with THAT original gem? Like the rest of the shows on the station aren't rock shows. Duhhhhh. As far as I'm concerned, this only makes the show sound even more forced and bogus. It's a meaningless title, like "Morning Zoo". I associate dumb names like with with those hokey, wacky morning D.J's who pull all kinds of moronic pranks that appeal to sophomoric humor.I don't know, I was really impressed with this tripe when I first started listening, but familiarity breeds contempt, and it's growing on me like mold on moist bread. The morning shoe on WRXP could be a real kick-ass presentation but instead it's devolving into the typical radio crap-ola. That makes me sad.
It;s early December 2009 and I'm adding this as another example of how the Pinhead is making me despise listening to him in the mornings. It seems that the golf legend "Tiger" Wooods has been playing his balls on a lot of different courses. Severalof which he isn't married to...if you get my drift. This came to light when he smashed up his car just outside his property and crashed into a fire hydrant and then a neighbors' tree. It was after 2:00 in the morning and there were rumors to the effect that his wife and he were going at it over an infidelity issue. Tiger declined to speak with police who tried to question him about what went on. This was dumb move #1. It truly made it look as if he was hiding something. Had the incident only taken place on his property, he'd have been well within his rights to refuse to talk to thelaw...but it didn't. Next the news media began bandyingabout the name of a New York socialite, Rachel Uchitel as his mistress. I've never heard of her beofre, seen no articles descibing them as being spotted together in public or anyting else for that matter. She hired the high priced lawyer Gloria Alred. When this was reported on WRXP, by the inept newsperson Leslie Fram, Matt Pinhead immediately responded by saying...and this is a direct quote..." She's obviously lying!"
Why? It is common for people in the public eye to hire a lawyer if the neighbors' dog farts in their yard, so if she's being accused of something that she hasn't done, hiring a lawyer to get it stopped isn't much of a stretch. Pigfield gave no basis to explain why he thought she was lying, which only makes him look even more misogynistic. After that statement, a waitress came out with cell phone messages that she saved, that have Tigers' voice telling her that his wife found his phone records and she should delete her voicemail message so not to give away who has reached that number. Several other girlies have tried to sell their stories to tabloids, so Tiger isn't the gentleman he has been painted to be, but I still see no reason to call Ms. Uchitel a liar.
Two concerts are being held by the radio station and they are both billed as, Matt Pinfield's Holiday Extravaganzas. To me this casts him as a shoboat, craving attention. Why isn't it the WRXP Holiday Extravaganza? The seems more unified to me. Oh well, I never considered myself to be a very diplomatic person, but I'm Dag Hammerskjold compared to Piinfield! I actually bought tickets to the second show and now it's been announced that he'll be accompanying a special guest group doing their offbeat Christmas song. I've heard him do this on the air last year and I think that will be the ideal time to go to the bar or the bathroom!
When I was in High School, the band Electric Light Orchestra put out a record with a killer version of Chuck Berry's "Roll Over Beethoven". It was played to death by the radio stations of the day. They pounded it into the ground with a sledgehammer. It was heard at least once an hour if you switched to different radio stations in the course of your listening time. I began to get sick of the song, and quickly learned to hate The Electric Light Orchestra, the band that preceded them, The Move and everything associated with Jeff Lynne. It's much the same with many other performers. I was in college when "Born To Run" was released. I had heard Spruce Stringbean songs from his "Welcome To Asbury Park" album, and was not knocked out by any of them. The guys in the dorm room next to me, played and screamed along with with Bruce on this irritating recording. I learned to despise the song,"Rosalita" because of the high decibel neighbors. Not long after I transferred to another college, did radio begin pounding the Bruce tunes. I soon despised, detested, abhored, and cringed at the thought of listening to this music. I blame radio for this. I do not like the music of the man titled, "The Boss". What is he the boss of??? While working at WLIR, I was dating a girl who was a fan of the Bruce, so when I heard advance notice of tickets for a show going on sale, I let her know about it.
While producing the morning show at the afore mentioned radio station, a listener who had a t-shirt business sent some "Dare To Be Different" shirts to the guy who's show I produced. One featured a picture of the Bruce with the red circle with the line trhough the center over him. Ben laughed and said, "I can't wear this, I like Bruce"
" I'll take it!" I quickly interjected, and proudly wore it until it disintegrated off my skinny body. In the middle of that summer, I broke my toe and was hobbling around on crutches when one evening my girlfriend stopped by and asked if I felt like taking a ride. Naturally I said yes. I happened to be wearing the anti-Bruce T-shirt at the time. It was only after we crossed the Throggs Neck Bridge that I began to get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. We were heading towards the Meadowlands. We parked in a distant field and had to cross over several major roadways on rickety wooden bridges, the last of which at the end crews were stationed to confiscate any alcoholic beverages. It was on this bridge that I thought my life would end, because the owners of the disallowed beverages were swilling them down like condemned men on their way to the gallows, seeing my anti-bruce Tee Shirt didn't go over well, and I was pondering how fast I could move on crutches. As it turned out, The Bruce put on a very good show, if I didn't hate all the songs I would have given it a positive review. That aside, I blame radio's lack of human choice in the selection of what gets played for contributing to this feeling.
In the New York Tri-state area, rock and roll radio stations are on the endagered species list, so there aren't a lot of choices to press the buttons for when I song I dislike comes on. As of late I've been listening to WRXP, a relative newcomer to the New York radio scene. There are many aspects of this station that I like very much, and as it goes, many I don't.
The morning show host is a guy named Matt Pinfield. I had never heard of him prior to stumbling across WRXP, but he used to be on a New Jersey radio station as well as MTV and VH1. He also was some sort of high muckey muck at one or more record companies.I was awed at his musical knowledge, I used to pride myself on being a pretty well informed rock trivia hound, but he left me in the dust. In May of this year...2009 he announced that he was going to be off the air for a time to enter rehab. A gutsy move, but his announcement of this fact left me feeling much the way I feel about Spruce Stringbean. I'll try and quote him as closely as my memory will allow, but he said somehting along the lines of...
"...you'll not come across a more honest D.J. on the radio than myself..." Not too shy with the backslapping there Matt... "...and it takes some real balls to do what I'm doing..." Bullshit! That came across as self-serving and pompous. If anybody said it about him, I'd agree, but for him to announce it about himself, is nothing short of arrogant. That left me feeling that he's not as awesome as I initially thought. And I do agree that entering rehab is a positive thing and announcing it rather than just disappearing for a time, is a BIG help to any listener who may be encountering the same dilemma. It was the blowing of his own horn that left me turned off. Another feature on his show, is that he's got an iPod with twenty thousand some odd songs on it, and each weekday a listener gets to pick a number and choose a song. He always prefaces the choice by saying, " Oh, this is a really great song..." Well..."DUH!" if it wasn't a song he liked, he wouldn't have put it on his iPod. Of course I don't think every song I've heard is a great one, but that's what makes the world go around.
Another sore spot about this new radio station, is that they tout themselves as where " Classic rock, new music and alternative meet". I have no problem with that, but they play Tom Petty as if he were as infuential as the Beatles, Stones or Led Zeppelin. I hear a T.P song at least once every two hours, which is more than I heard him in the seventies and eighties combined. I like Mr. Petty, but I don't think he deserves that much airplay. It's moves like this that spark conspiracy theories. I can hear it now..." The music director is Tom Petty's wife's second cousin, and he does it so he'll get the royalty payments..."
The listeners aren't as saavy as I am, they think the jocks get to choose all their music selections, which isn't the case. I still listen because there's not much else for a die-hard rocker to tune in. Maybe I'll be able to get satellite radio in the near future. Matt Pinfield is back from rehab, and doesn't miss an opportunity to promote that he's healthy and sober. That's a good thing, but the bad thing is...he doesn't miss an opportunity to promote that he's healthy and sober. Self promotion is one of his one of his fortes. There's nothing wrong with that, but I'm no longer such an admirer of his, I don't wanna be a Pinfieldhead no more!
Matt's sidekick is a woman named Leslie Fram. She does the news reports and if the names are anything more complex than 'Smith' or 'Jones' she's destined to screw it up. Recently a woman who had octuplets was a big item to report. Her name is Nadia Suleman, her last name being a fairly common one in Asian cultures. For weeks Leslie pronounced it as "Shulman"...not quite the same thing. It's as if she heard no other, better informed reporters say the name. In local news, a young female student at John Jay college was found dead, her name was Ymette St. Guilliene. Leslie totally butchered this name as well. One day she was reporting a story about men ogling women, and she pronouced it, "ooogling". This confirmed my suspicions, Leslie is stupid.
Another strike against Matt is, a news story was big on Long Island for a while, about a couple goign through a divorce. The husband had donated a kidney to his wife and he was demanding it back. There's plenty of room for humor in the story, but every account that I read, indicated that the husband was a control freak, and overly jealous and suspisious of his wife. Matt made the statement, " You know that she's got some blame in this as well, I think she's equally at fault...". This came across as very misogynistic to my ears. Matt is trying too hard to be controversial, and he can't pull it off. Howard Stern is a master of this type of radio, and Matt Pinfield is NO Howard Stern! He qualifies his staements, to remain 'Politcally Correct', yet if you want to be outrageous, you cannot do that, you have to pick a side and stay with it. This reinforces his lameness. 'Pinfield Justice' is third rate radio, best left to morning zoos.
Along with the fact that he's clean and sober, now the morning show has a title. It's " The Rock Show" I wonder how many sleepless nights were spent coming up with THAT original gem? Like the rest of the shows on the station aren't rock shows. Duhhhhh. As far as I'm concerned, this only makes the show sound even more forced and bogus. It's a meaningless title, like "Morning Zoo". I associate dumb names like with with those hokey, wacky morning D.J's who pull all kinds of moronic pranks that appeal to sophomoric humor.I don't know, I was really impressed with this tripe when I first started listening, but familiarity breeds contempt, and it's growing on me like mold on moist bread. The morning shoe on WRXP could be a real kick-ass presentation but instead it's devolving into the typical radio crap-ola. That makes me sad.
It;s early December 2009 and I'm adding this as another example of how the Pinhead is making me despise listening to him in the mornings. It seems that the golf legend "Tiger" Wooods has been playing his balls on a lot of different courses. Severalof which he isn't married to...if you get my drift. This came to light when he smashed up his car just outside his property and crashed into a fire hydrant and then a neighbors' tree. It was after 2:00 in the morning and there were rumors to the effect that his wife and he were going at it over an infidelity issue. Tiger declined to speak with police who tried to question him about what went on. This was dumb move #1. It truly made it look as if he was hiding something. Had the incident only taken place on his property, he'd have been well within his rights to refuse to talk to thelaw...but it didn't. Next the news media began bandyingabout the name of a New York socialite, Rachel Uchitel as his mistress. I've never heard of her beofre, seen no articles descibing them as being spotted together in public or anyting else for that matter. She hired the high priced lawyer Gloria Alred. When this was reported on WRXP, by the inept newsperson Leslie Fram, Matt Pinhead immediately responded by saying...and this is a direct quote..." She's obviously lying!"
Why? It is common for people in the public eye to hire a lawyer if the neighbors' dog farts in their yard, so if she's being accused of something that she hasn't done, hiring a lawyer to get it stopped isn't much of a stretch. Pigfield gave no basis to explain why he thought she was lying, which only makes him look even more misogynistic. After that statement, a waitress came out with cell phone messages that she saved, that have Tigers' voice telling her that his wife found his phone records and she should delete her voicemail message so not to give away who has reached that number. Several other girlies have tried to sell their stories to tabloids, so Tiger isn't the gentleman he has been painted to be, but I still see no reason to call Ms. Uchitel a liar.
Two concerts are being held by the radio station and they are both billed as, Matt Pinfield's Holiday Extravaganzas. To me this casts him as a shoboat, craving attention. Why isn't it the WRXP Holiday Extravaganza? The seems more unified to me. Oh well, I never considered myself to be a very diplomatic person, but I'm Dag Hammerskjold compared to Piinfield! I actually bought tickets to the second show and now it's been announced that he'll be accompanying a special guest group doing their offbeat Christmas song. I've heard him do this on the air last year and I think that will be the ideal time to go to the bar or the bathroom!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Insurance Adjuster
When I post these mental farts, I generally have a song picked out of my head from my personal musical knowledge. Not this time, I actually had to hunt for an appropriate tune, and I came across a beauty. "Insurance Adjuster" is by the Brass Kings, a band I know absolutely nothing about, but I sampled the tune and liked it...a lot! I'll have to delve deeper into this musical combo and see what other gems they have created...but that's not what I'm writing about...this rant is about....
ADVERTISING. Ever since I can remember, the Insurance Company GEICO has been the lower cost choice for young drivers. It wasn't until post 9/11 that I have any recollection of them advertsing on the tube. I know lots of guys in the autobody business and they all hated dealing with Geico, so I never employed their services, but I do know people who did and when an accident occured, they weren't thrilled with the response to the needs that arose. Maybe things have changed, I don't know. What I DO know is: The somewhat clever commercials with the,
" It's so easy, a caveman can do it " theme have run their course and have been replaced by some seriously annoying, irritating ads that...to put it bluntly, Suck!
The Geico Gecko is a stupid choice for an icon. I don't know a single person who is enamored with this creature. Most would love to see it run over by an eighteen wheeler than to take it's advice for insurance needs. Why they chose to give it a British accent is even more curious. Here in this depressed economy, when our new President is trying to inspire American Know-how and the can-do-it attitude, I'd certainly shy away from a lizard with a foreign accent when making a choice about any product or service!!! So I get the impression that I'm not alone in this thinking. Whenever a Geico ad comes on, I hit the remote so fast, it would make Hank Aaron's head spin.
An even more obnoxious campaign has now supplemented the grating gecko, a stack of money that has eyeballs. Moronic people want to know what it is, and patient person explains that they are being observed by the money they could save if they used Geico. The DUH Factor is so high that I'd love to see Geico go the way of AIG and other insurance giants, simply because I detest their advertising. I certainly wouldn't trust them with MY money. Really, if they cannot see that their advertising is pathetic, what other bad decisions are they making???
ADVERTISING. Ever since I can remember, the Insurance Company GEICO has been the lower cost choice for young drivers. It wasn't until post 9/11 that I have any recollection of them advertsing on the tube. I know lots of guys in the autobody business and they all hated dealing with Geico, so I never employed their services, but I do know people who did and when an accident occured, they weren't thrilled with the response to the needs that arose. Maybe things have changed, I don't know. What I DO know is: The somewhat clever commercials with the,
" It's so easy, a caveman can do it " theme have run their course and have been replaced by some seriously annoying, irritating ads that...to put it bluntly, Suck!
The Geico Gecko is a stupid choice for an icon. I don't know a single person who is enamored with this creature. Most would love to see it run over by an eighteen wheeler than to take it's advice for insurance needs. Why they chose to give it a British accent is even more curious. Here in this depressed economy, when our new President is trying to inspire American Know-how and the can-do-it attitude, I'd certainly shy away from a lizard with a foreign accent when making a choice about any product or service!!! So I get the impression that I'm not alone in this thinking. Whenever a Geico ad comes on, I hit the remote so fast, it would make Hank Aaron's head spin.
An even more obnoxious campaign has now supplemented the grating gecko, a stack of money that has eyeballs. Moronic people want to know what it is, and patient person explains that they are being observed by the money they could save if they used Geico. The DUH Factor is so high that I'd love to see Geico go the way of AIG and other insurance giants, simply because I detest their advertising. I certainly wouldn't trust them with MY money. Really, if they cannot see that their advertising is pathetic, what other bad decisions are they making???
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Favorite shirt
As always, I name my blogs after songs. Although Haircut 100 had a big hit with the tune, "Favorite Shirt", it's hardly one of my faves. It falls into the "disposable music" category, like much of the stuff that came out in the mid '80's. If you like to dance it's hardly a horrible song, it falls right in the middle. If I never heard it again, I wouldn't even think about it, yet if it shows up in a TV commercial, I won't turn away because I despise it so much, unlike the Wal-Mart ad that has a family singing the Goddawful " We Will Rock You" while preparing for their Superbowl celebration. But I'm not here to whine about Haircut 100, I'm here to bitch about.................shirts.
I consider myslef to be a 'grassroots" kind of guy. I like wearing jeans, sneakers and T-shirts, When the weather cools down, I switch to western cut shirts because they are the few garments that are cut well for aenemically skinny guys such as myself. I will NEVER understand why so many people wear Polo shirts!!! They are heavier than tees, they look dreadful with anything emblazoned on them, opposite of the way Tees look T-rriffic featuring logos, sayings, silk screening, airbrushing, etc. Polos are made of heavier material, making them less comfortable in hot weather and worst of all, they have that idiotic looking collar on them! Nobody is going to wear a neck tie on one of those eye sores, so why burden the manufacturer or the wearer with it? The other dumbo style flaw is, they have three buttons at the neck, yet you still have to pull them over your head to take them on or off. I think if you're going to pull on a shirt, then there is no call for buttons. If you are going to button a shirt...button it all the way! This gives you the freedom to remove it without mussing your 'Do', or opening it to allow air in and sweat to dry. What Polo shirt can make that distinction? Yet these ugly coverings never seem to go out of style. Who is perpetuating this faux-pas? Even more pressing, why? Don't these people ever stop to think how much more comfortable they'd be if the left the designer names to the designers? In the process, they'd be saving themselves a bunch of moolah! Come on people, stop and think about what you're wearing, other people have to look at you!
I consider myslef to be a 'grassroots" kind of guy. I like wearing jeans, sneakers and T-shirts, When the weather cools down, I switch to western cut shirts because they are the few garments that are cut well for aenemically skinny guys such as myself. I will NEVER understand why so many people wear Polo shirts!!! They are heavier than tees, they look dreadful with anything emblazoned on them, opposite of the way Tees look T-rriffic featuring logos, sayings, silk screening, airbrushing, etc. Polos are made of heavier material, making them less comfortable in hot weather and worst of all, they have that idiotic looking collar on them! Nobody is going to wear a neck tie on one of those eye sores, so why burden the manufacturer or the wearer with it? The other dumbo style flaw is, they have three buttons at the neck, yet you still have to pull them over your head to take them on or off. I think if you're going to pull on a shirt, then there is no call for buttons. If you are going to button a shirt...button it all the way! This gives you the freedom to remove it without mussing your 'Do', or opening it to allow air in and sweat to dry. What Polo shirt can make that distinction? Yet these ugly coverings never seem to go out of style. Who is perpetuating this faux-pas? Even more pressing, why? Don't these people ever stop to think how much more comfortable they'd be if the left the designer names to the designers? In the process, they'd be saving themselves a bunch of moolah! Come on people, stop and think about what you're wearing, other people have to look at you!
Monday, January 19, 2009
White Sugar
Hahaha. I'm stealing this title from Peter Frampton. In the late '60's or maybe the early '70's Frampton was the guitarist of a supergroup known as Humble Pie. The lead singer, Steve Marriott was with The Small Faces and was replaced by a guy called Rod Stewart. They put out a bunch of really great albums and Frampton left in the mid '70s to pursue solo efforts ( I'd say he was successful at it). His first solo LP contained a song titled "White Sugar". About the time it was released, I had been hospitalized and diagnosed with Diabetes Melitus. Now it's known as Type 1 Diabetes, because now an overwhelming amount of people are coming down with a variation known as...Type 2 Diabetes ( Wow! What a stretch) This is a disease where the islets in the pancreas are usually killed off by the immune system and the person no longer produces insulin, a hormone that converts sugar and carbohydrates into energy. The body will then burn fat for energy which produces ketones as a side effect, which poison the body and cause all sorts of harmful problems. Type II diabetes is usually due to the person being overweight and not being able to process the sugars 100%. Many times the effects are not noticeable until after the disease has a serious grip on the owner and cannot be undone, however most people can cause a remission of these effects simply by losing weight and maintaining a healthy diet. I sat in on a Diabetes seminar where I was the only one with Type 1. I got really angry listening to the Overweight and obese Type 2's moaning about how they couldn't avoid sweets, cakes, pies, candies or do simple exercises to help control the condition. I'm five feet eight inches tall and top the scales at one hundred and twenty nine pounds. I'm hungry all the time, and have to prick my fingers a half dozen times a day to find out what my blood sugar count is, and these whiners are moaning because they can't do without their cupcakes? Gee life IS tough! But that's not what I'm writing about...the real subject is....
PANCAKES. I absolutely adore pancakes! I make them whenever time permits. I've whipped up all sorts of varieties of these wonderous delights. Blueberries are my favorites, but I've also made apple/walnut, sunflower seed/oatmeal, cranberry ginger and lately...Corn fritters. This is a southern dish usually fixed during the summer when corn is sweet right off the stalk, but it can be made year round with frozen or canned corn as well. I found a recipe on the internet and modified it to suit my tastes. I am reminded of this because every January the International House Of Pancakes IHOP has an "All You Can Eat" pancake special. I have boasted that I could eat twenty pancakes and have tried on numerous occaisions to do so, but always fell just shy of the goal. Today I gorged myself and finished about eighteen of the flapjacks before I reached terminal fullness. Not bad for a skinny guy, but hardly Guiness world record material. In any case, here's my recipe for the corn delights...a true chef will modify it to fit his/her tastes as I did...P.S.I ditched work the day I bought my latest vehicle, and managed to gorge down twenty two pancakes before heading off to the DMV...hahahahaaaaaaa........
INGREDIENTS ( this is for one person, double or triple if you are entertaining guests)
1 cup flour- I use self rising flour which makes them a bit fluffier, if this isn't your thing, regular flour is the way to go.
1/2 tablespoon baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 cup Splenda ( 1/8 cup if you use real sugar)
1 egg equivalent in egg substitute
1/2 cup 1% milk
1/4 cup corn meal
3/4 cup frozen corn
1 capful vanilla extract
Cover a griddle with canola oil and lay it on fairly heavily, like they do when making funnel cakes, but don't put it right up to the edge, because when you flip the cakes, it'll make one hell of a mess! Heat the oil and while it's getting hot, add all the dry ingredients together and mix well. Once the goodies are mixed, add the egg and milk and mix well, until all the batter is smooth, add extra milk if it's too gooey. Once it's easy to stir add the vanilla extract. Put the griddle at a low-medium flame and add the corn to the batter. Now add the batter to the griddle, this has to be done fairly quickly, since it's a sort of deep frying, and if you take too long it will create some bizzarre shapes and become difficult to flip. If the flame is just right, the cakes take about three to five minutes per side to get done, check to see from time to time. I perfer mine on the light side, but some like their's dark. It's a matter of taste. Flip them over and let the other side get done and slide them onto a plate. Since I cannot use sugar I simply slather them with trans fat free spread, but you can use powdered sugar, syrup, jelly or whatever condiments you top your hotcakes with, it's all good.
Of course after eating these culinary delights, I must take an industrial sized dose of insulin to counteract the high carbohydrate intake, but what the hell, you only live once. After listening to all those type 2's whine about what they can't do without, I have to satisfy my own vices. As the verse in the song s says...
" White sugar, evil as the day you were born..."
PANCAKES. I absolutely adore pancakes! I make them whenever time permits. I've whipped up all sorts of varieties of these wonderous delights. Blueberries are my favorites, but I've also made apple/walnut, sunflower seed/oatmeal, cranberry ginger and lately...Corn fritters. This is a southern dish usually fixed during the summer when corn is sweet right off the stalk, but it can be made year round with frozen or canned corn as well. I found a recipe on the internet and modified it to suit my tastes. I am reminded of this because every January the International House Of Pancakes IHOP has an "All You Can Eat" pancake special. I have boasted that I could eat twenty pancakes and have tried on numerous occaisions to do so, but always fell just shy of the goal. Today I gorged myself and finished about eighteen of the flapjacks before I reached terminal fullness. Not bad for a skinny guy, but hardly Guiness world record material. In any case, here's my recipe for the corn delights...a true chef will modify it to fit his/her tastes as I did...P.S.I ditched work the day I bought my latest vehicle, and managed to gorge down twenty two pancakes before heading off to the DMV...hahahahaaaaaaa........
INGREDIENTS ( this is for one person, double or triple if you are entertaining guests)
1 cup flour- I use self rising flour which makes them a bit fluffier, if this isn't your thing, regular flour is the way to go.
1/2 tablespoon baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 cup Splenda ( 1/8 cup if you use real sugar)
1 egg equivalent in egg substitute
1/2 cup 1% milk
1/4 cup corn meal
3/4 cup frozen corn
1 capful vanilla extract
Cover a griddle with canola oil and lay it on fairly heavily, like they do when making funnel cakes, but don't put it right up to the edge, because when you flip the cakes, it'll make one hell of a mess! Heat the oil and while it's getting hot, add all the dry ingredients together and mix well. Once the goodies are mixed, add the egg and milk and mix well, until all the batter is smooth, add extra milk if it's too gooey. Once it's easy to stir add the vanilla extract. Put the griddle at a low-medium flame and add the corn to the batter. Now add the batter to the griddle, this has to be done fairly quickly, since it's a sort of deep frying, and if you take too long it will create some bizzarre shapes and become difficult to flip. If the flame is just right, the cakes take about three to five minutes per side to get done, check to see from time to time. I perfer mine on the light side, but some like their's dark. It's a matter of taste. Flip them over and let the other side get done and slide them onto a plate. Since I cannot use sugar I simply slather them with trans fat free spread, but you can use powdered sugar, syrup, jelly or whatever condiments you top your hotcakes with, it's all good.
Of course after eating these culinary delights, I must take an industrial sized dose of insulin to counteract the high carbohydrate intake, but what the hell, you only live once. After listening to all those type 2's whine about what they can't do without, I have to satisfy my own vices. As the verse in the song s says...
" White sugar, evil as the day you were born..."
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