We are interested in hearing your memories about Don Knotts. Even if they seem too weird to mention.
My memory is something that is odd, we had a UPS truck driver that always delivered around my block as a kid. I sware it was Don Knotts. One day while waiting for the bus, all the kids gathered together and shouted, “Hey, you look like Don Knotts” as he drove bye. He actually made one of those classic Mr Furley type faces.
GREECE, N.Y. (AP) – Jason McElwain had done everything he was asked to do for the Greece Athena High School basketball team – keep the stats, run the clock, hand out water bottles. That all changed last week for the team manager in the final home game of the season. The 17-year-old senior, who is autistic and usually sits on the bench in a white shirt and black tie, put on a uniform and entered the game with his team way ahead. McElwain proceeded to hit six 3-point shots, finished with 20 points and was carried off the court on his teammates’ shoulders. McElwain, 5-foot-6, was considered too small to make the junior varsity, so he signed on as team manager. He took up the same role with the varsity, doing anything to stay near the sport he loves. Coach Jim Johnson was impressed with his dedication, and thought about suiting up McElwain for the home finale. His performance was jaw-dropping: 20 points in four minutes, making 6-of-10 3-point shots. The crowd went wild.
McElwain didn’t begin speaking until he was 5. He lacked social skills but things got easier as he got older. He found many friends and made his way through school in this Rochester suburb, although many of his classes were limited to a half-dozen students. And he found basketball. Even though McElwain was in uniform for the Feb. 15 game, there was no guarantee he would play – Athena was battling for a division title. The fans, however, came prepared. One section of students held up signs bearing his nickname “J-MAC” and cutouts of his face placed on Popsicle sticks. McElwain will soon be done with high school basketball, then enroll in business management this fall at Monroe Community College. “I’ll go on to college and I’ll try to hoop there,” he said. “I just love it, it’s one of the greatest sports in the world.”
WAY TO GO JASON
Henry Rollins has been getting a lot of attention these days from the Australian media â€” after all, it’s not every day that some American punk icon calls Australia’s prime minister a “sissy.” Prime Minister John Howard caught Hank‘s wrath during the rocker’s most recent trip to Australia. On the flight from New Zealand, Rollins said he was reading a copy of Wall Street Journal correspondent Ahmed Rashid‘s book “Jihad: The Rise of Militant Islam in Central Asia.” The man sitting next to him took objection to the book and reported Rollins to the Australian government. Now, here comes the part where you say to yourself that stupidity isn’t ONLY running amuck in our government.
“The guy phoned me in to their, like, anti-terrorist board, and they found me â€” they looked me up,” he said. “They looked up the flight and found out who was sitting in seat 10A and they got to me. And they said, ‘OK, you’re now a person of interest. The man next to you does not agree with your politics and he didn’t like the book you were reading.’ This kind of provocation, I don’t respond very well to. I was furious. And so I wrote back, ‘You can tell everyone at your office, including your boss, to go f— themselves. This book has been read by a ton of people â€” I am not a threat to your state or any state or any republic.’ ” In the actual text of his online response, Rollins added: “Baghdad‘s safer than my hometown, and your PM is a sissy.”
–note to self, only read comic books on airliners
Eight years separate 2005’s A Bigger Bang, the Rolling Stones‘ 24th album of original material, from its 1997 predecessor, Bridges to Babylon, the longest stretch of time between Stones albums in history, but unlike the three-year gap between 1986’s Dirty Work and 1989’s Steel Wheels, the band never really went away. The tight, sleek, muscular band showcased there was a surprise â€” they played with a strength and swagger they hadn’t had in years â€” but a bigger surprise is that A Bigger Bang finds that reinvigorated band carrying its latter-day renaissance into the studio, turning in a sinewy, confident, satisfying album that’s the band’s best in years. I have certainly not found it easy for such praise to come off my tounge for Mick and mates in a long time. What distinguishes A Bigger Bang is that it captures the Stones simply being the Stones, playing without guest stars, not trying to have a hit, not trying to adopt the production style of the day, not doing anything but lying back and playing. But that’s what makes A Bigger Bang a big deal: it’s the Stones back in fighting form for the first time in years, and they have both the strength and the stamina to make the excellent latter-day effort everybody’s been waiting for all these years.
2005 Virgin Records. **** go get it.
SAN FRANCISCO–In 1970, 20-year-old student Bill Sagan had his first real brush with rock and roll history at an early Led Zeppelin concert at Chicago’s fabled Aragon Ballroom.
Now the entrepreneur owns one of rock’s biggest treasure troves of recorded shows by Zeppelin and other history-making bands, and he’s beginning to share it freely online. Since 2002, Sagan has owned the full archives of legendary promoter Bill Graham, whose concerts featuring performers such as the Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Jimi Hendrix and others helped define the late 1960s and early ’70s. Late last week, Sagan began putting excerpts from these concerts, many of which have never been released, online by way of a free Internet radio station on his company’s Wolfgang’s Vault site.
Sagan is a businessman, on the surface very different from the bushy-bearded, long-haired artists depicted in the black-and-white photographs lining the walls of his warehouse office. But Graham was a businessman too, with a reputation for being hard-nosed about making money as he promoted the peace-and-love generation’s soundtrack.
The warehouse itself is a rock history buff’s dream. Three floors are lined with shelves, which are stacked full of boxes of posters, pristine tickets for the Fillmore West and Fillmore East shows, postcards, T-shirts and original photographic negatives. Sagan estimates there are more than 20 million individual pieces here. In the basement of the warehouse is the room that holds close to 5,000 hours of videotaped concerts, and a comparable quantity of audio. Nobody’s quite sure what Graham had intended to do with all the footage, Sagan says. The vast majority of it is unseen and unheard, with the exception of occasional bootlegs of the same shows. http://www.wolfgangsvault.com/
We all know that you and you are waiting to know which pooch won the Westminster Kennel Club highest honor of America’s top dog. A colored bull terrier called Rufus used his head Tuesday night at the Madison Square Garden Arena. Rufus’ selling point? His head – perfectly shaped like an egg. Rufus was the first dog in his breed to win at the nation’s most prestigious show. Handler Kathy Kirk said she was “ready to pass out” from the pressure, but her nearly 6-year-old dog that she playfully calls “Puppyhead” seemed to take it all in stride.
At a show that drew 2,622 entries in 165 breeds and varieties, Rufus really earned this victory. He beat out a favorite Norfolk terrier named Coco and a Dandie Dinmont co-owned by Bill Cosby just to reach the final ring. When it got down to Best in Show, Rufus was picked over a popular golden retriever, a Rottweiler handled by a former Florida State linebacker, a prize pug and a spirited Dalmatian.
Rufus left the Garden around midnight. He’ll certainly be dog tired by Wednesday night.
“I was supposed to tell someone?”
From the Wednesday 2-5am time slot, where sleep and awake crossed and just waved. Then we held down the Wednesday5-7am with much laughter and cobwebs. NOW, we are going to be in the best time slot out there. Saturday Mornings from 9am until 12 Noon. Greenarrowradio will have 3, yes THREE hours of the airwaves to fill up your thirsty earholes.
So bring your working gloves, your back braces and a bottle or two of elbow grease cuz……
And I must admit, change is a good thing for us creatures of habit. I doubt I will FORGET and wake up before the sun on any Wednesday morning and proceed to the station. HIGHLY DOUBTFUL.
Really. What would you prefer? Waking up at 0′ dark 30 or getting an extra hour of programming time for a saturday gig that doesn’t take away the afternoon or evening?
Either way, GreenArrowRadio looks to bring its random music for the thirst earhole…and we realize that everyone does hear with the same ears, soooo we tend to highly ADHD when programming. We always conjure up some new music to keep the listening ears learning and fresh. We blend in something for the crowd of ears that like it a little loud and raucus. Bluegrass…Every now and again, there is even a reminder of where many of our tunes originated….and a dabbling of world music to remind us how far we have made it…at least musically.
Something I feel is very important is hearing from artists first hand, therefore, I spend a large amount of time trying to interview people I feel have something to say and people I have always wanted to talk to. I am interested to hear of an artist that you have always wished of speaking to.
We cater to all kinds of thirsty ears…tune and and you’ll hear for yourself.
Saturday Mornings 9-Noon. WHUS 91.7FM Radio for the People.
I must admit that John Long has something. He has the ability to be real, sound real and sound real good too. In a world where you seem to need to hace a slick style or gimmick of some sort, John Long keeps it to what he knows. The Blues. He has been surrounded by blues music his whole life. His original music will somehow take you back to what you think of as THE BLUES.
Tired of the same ole bluesy sounding music. Do yourself a favor and give a listen to this album if you are tired of the same old, old Blues. Here is some NEW OLD blues. Yeah, I know this review is brief but you need to check this out on your own. I guess it just keeps sounding better each time I give it a whirl.
So, Whirl it…Whirl it a good one.
Lady, Fela Kuti
Stamping, Postal Workers of Ghana
Beautiful Maria of my Soul, Los Lobos
War of Man, Neil Young
Soldiers of Love, Pearl Jam
Kittynapper, the Herbalizer
French Exit, DareDiablo
We Get Low, the Dead 60’s
No More Tears, OZZY
the Dawn Patrol, Ride
Ganja, Frogwings w/D. Trucks/J. Popper
Shooting Hoops, G-Love
10 Dollar Man, ZZ Top
Muleskinner Blues, Bill Wyman & the Rhythm Kings
I shall not be Moved, B. Wyman & Rhythm Kings
Sittin’ in the Barber’s chair, Al Copley/Hal Singer
I put a Spell on you, Buddy Guy/Carlos Santana
Play w/your Poodle, James Cotton
Feelin’ Good, James Cotton
Pressure Cooker, John Long
Blues & Boogie Woogie, John Long
Blue Guitar, Hubert Sumlin’s Blues Party
G-Spot Tornado, Frank Zappa
Head in the Sky, Atomic Rooster
a friend, a teammate, someone I hope to be.
Hourglass, Band of Bees
The Sausage Canoe, Head of Femur
Easy Street, Head of Femur
Rock El Casbah, Racid Taha
Istanbul Twilihgt, Brooklyn Funk Essentials
Rivers of Babylon, Jimmie Cliff
Sitting in Limbo, Jimmie Cliff
the Witching Hour, Hi-Frequencies
Bouncer, Steve Kimock Band
Expensive Sh*t, Fela Kuti
White Fang, Bill Frissell
After Midnight, Merl Saunders and Friends
Expressway to your Heart, Merl Saunders and friends
Snappy Kakkie, ZZ Top
Enjoy & get it on, ZZ Top
I Wish you Would, John Hammond
Shake for me, John Hammond
When it Rains it Pours, Charlie Musselwhite
the Creeper, James Cotton
Hold me Baby, Cotton w/Jimmie Vaughn
Home in your Heart, Derek Trucks band w/Solomon Burke
Lipstick Traces, Delbert McClinton
Rock Candy, Fabulous T-Birds
Someday, Big Bros. & the Holding Co.
Berlin Blues, Climaxx Blues Band.
Coretta Scott King, who turned a life shattered by her husbandâ€™s assassination into one devoted to enshrining his legacy of human rights and equality, has died. She was 78. ” I understand that she was asleep last night and her daughter went in to wake her up and she was not able to and so she quietly slipped away. Her spirit will remain with us just as her husbandâ€™s has.â€ a family friend stated.
She was a supportive lieutenant to her husband, the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., during the most tumultuous days of the American civil rights movement. She had married him in 1953. After her husbandâ€™s assassination in Memphis, Tenn., on April 4, 1968, she kept his dream alive while also raising their four children. She worked to keep his ideology of equality for all people at the forefront of the nationâ€™s agenda. She goaded and pulled for more than a decade to have her husbandâ€™s birthday observed as a national holiday, then watched with pride in 1983 as President Reagan signed the bill into law. The first federal holiday was celebrated in 1986.
There is so much more to the story of Mrs. King’s days here with us and I ask all of you to read up more on her.-Mr.G
In the upcoming weeks I will be setting up a time and a date to speak with Mr. James Cotton, or just COTTON as his friends call him. Cotton became known as the ultimate showman. By the time he got to the center of the stage and blew his first note, the audience was on it’s feet, dancing, screaming, sweating right along with him, and having a good time. That is what it was all about. “Boogie, boogie, boogie,” he’d wail from the stage. He became famous for his back flips. An old fan reminisced with him at a recent festival, “James, the first time I saw you do a back flip, man, I was shocked,” he said, shaking his head, “I’d never seen one before! Thanks.” Cotton laughed, patted his stomach, and replied, “Well, you aren’t getting the flips tonight but you WILL get the music. It is an old, true story – there are nights when he blows his harmonica so hard the keys fall out in his hands. A man with a good sense of humor, his old fans and friends like to remember one night when he began playing so hard his harp fell apart, “Oh, I’m just warming up,” he teased them with a big smile.
Stay Tuned for the date of this extraordinary interview.
Fact: the year 2005 is Cotton’s 61st year in the entertainment business. What an amazing adventure this man is experiencing with his little harmonica. Congratulations SUPERHARP
To Hell w/Poverty, Gang of Four
Damaged Goods, Gang of Four
Natural’s not in it, Gang of Four
Mind your own Business, Delta 5
Anticipation, Delta 5
Colour, Delta 5
Marching the Hate Machine, Thievery Corp./Flaming Lips
Revolution Solution, Thievery Corp./Perry Ferrell
Heart’s a Lonely Hunter, Thievery Corp./David Byrne
Take a Stress Pill, Turn Me on Dead Man
Little Girls, Modernettes
Chinese Rock, the RAMONES
Howling at the Moon, the RAMONES
I don’t Wanna go Down to the Basement, RAMONES
go Karts, Band of Bees
3rd Stone from the Sun, Atman
Momma was an Opium Smoker, Rasputina
White Room, Vassar Clements/John Cowan
I am the COOL, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
Right Place, Wrong Time, Dr. John
Same kind of Crazy, Delbert McClinton
One of the Fortunate few, Delbert McClinton
Mustang Sally, the Commitments
In the Midnight Hour, the Commitments
Corvair Reprise, Jim White
Homework, J. Giles (final vinal)
Down to the Nightclub, Tower of Power (final vinal)
Wilson Pickett, the impassioned, raw-voiced soul singer who brought a hard-edged, sensuous urgency to a string of rhythm-and-blues hits of the 1960s, died Thursday of a heart attack at Reston, Va., Hospital Center. He had lived in Ashburn, Va., since 1999. He was 64. One of the most exciting performers of his era, Pickett helped define the sound of classic soul music in the 1960s, along with Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding, James Brown and Smokey Robinson. He often punctuated his songs with shouts, screams and grunts, giving his music a visceral quality that few other performers could match.
He imbued his leading hits, including “In the Midnight Hour,” “Mustang Sally,” “Funky Broadway” and “Land of 1,000 Dances,” with a rough, sweaty undertone that contained more than a hint of danger and lust. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1991 and received a further career boost that year when his music was featured in the film “The Commitments,” about an Irish soul band. Pickett performed at the New York premiere of the movie and gained a new generation of fans. Pickett was born in Prattville, Ala., on March 18, 1941. The youngest of 11 children, he grew up in a stern home with a mother he called “the baddest woman in my book.” “She used to hit me with anything, skillets, stove wood,” he told Gerri Hirshey in “Nowhere to Run: The Story of Soul Music.” Survivors include his fiancee, Gail Webb of Ashburn; and four children.
Gang of Four set the bar for post punk slash, funk, and clang with their situationist rebel music related to Marxist cultural criticism. Their music remains incredibly fresh and totally relevant. This is the record to buy for your intro to the Gang of Four because some proceeds for this actually go to the band. They are dead serious about their work and maybe only smile with the sly smile of those that get away with something profoundly artistic. Wire songs over the years have taken many forms and could be called art-punk post-modern. To me this recording almost resembles a live album. The sound is full, rich and clear. The version of “I Love A Man In Uniform” seems even more danceable and funky now. “To Hell With Poverty” gains a bit in its ferocity. “Damaged Goods” still sounds as good as ever especially when the drums first come in like machine gun fire and Dave Allen’s bass seems even more powerful. “Ether” still sounds like the final warning, so cool and urgent as frontman Jon King and guitarist Andy Gill sing about the “dirt behind the daydream” and “white noise in a white room”. Brilliant.
This album is absolutely essential.
Stay tuned. In late February I will be interviewing bassist Dave Allen of Gang of Four and Pampelmoose.
Today I had the pleasure of Interviewing Colin Mochrie from the very popular “Who’s Line Is It Anyway?” Listen to the podcast here.
Yes, you did hear it correctly, Colin invited yours truly and the Mrs. of the yours truly to go backstage(w/gifts in hand) to meet the talent. Any ideas/thoughts on what this years gift should be?
Well, this truly was a direction unknown style show. The planned show fell to the wayside and was overthrown by random selections…almost a close your eyes and point style of music choice. Not really, but damn close. You’ll see what I mean:
Thylicine, Wayne Warwick Williams
Outback, Wayne Warwick Williams
Shock the Monkey, Coal Chamber w/OZZY
Outside, David Bowie
Hallo Spaceboy, David Bowie
Is this Love, Clap your Hands
Raga Des, Ravi Shankar
Run on, Moby
Camioux, Boozoo Bajou&Wayne Martin
Pitchers of Matchstickmen, Type-o-Neg w/OZZY
Pinhead, the Ramones
I wanna see you bellydance, Red Elvises
Mrs. Jones, Circle Jerks
Dude, Circle Jerks
Trust Yo Mama, John Butler Trio
There’ll Come a Time, John Butler Trio
Boogie, James Mathus
Kenny Wayne Shepard, I don’t live today
Heart of Stone, Tab Benoit
The Painter, Neil Young
All your Love I miss Lovin’, Otis Rush
A Cry for Everyone, Gentle Giant
Have you ever wished you had a way to get the other people on the road off…off the roads that is. I mean the middle lane is not meant for talking on the phone, or putting on make-up or even fininshing up that morning’s first cup of joe. GET OUT OF THE WAY. I speak from an every day experience of people think ing that they, yes they are the only ones on the road. It is similar to the way I see parents think ing that their kids are the only one in the schoolsystem, but I regress. I am not in a hurry and I have slowed the speed down considerable so just need these folks to move over, move away and most of all pay attention. Every year for my birthday and even for any holiday where gifts are exchanged I have asked for my very own road to all my destinations. I have yet to even see any results on this wish. It is no wonder why Christmas is such a drab day for me. Mr.G.
I guess the only way to go is to fly, oh yeah once again, NO WINGS on these shoulders…it’s always something.