What you won’t find here are answers to life’s questions nor today’s bonus word. (check out today’s edition of the Med Hat News for that)
What you will find here however is my column, also in today’s edition of the paper.
While spending some time at the Kidney Foundation’s 4th Annual Fun Run last week, I was approached by a couple of people; one of which invited me to partake in some bull riding which I’m actually considering. It was also commented to me that I must live a glamorous life working in radio. I’ve been blessed to have been given the opportunity to do something I love that stills earns that bi-weekly bread however ‘glamorous’ isn’t the word I would use to describe my duties as a rock jock. And it’s with a little sadness I have to burst this bubble because I’ve always been pro-bubble, given the chance.
Back in the day when gasoline was worth less than the vehicle I roam the streets in and also a time when hammer pants were stylin’ and profilin’, a dude by the name of Vanilla Ice came to town. Instead of ‘getting jiggy with it’, we went and got lunch. I can recall driving Vanilla all over town to quench his palate before we got in line for a Whopper at Burger King. For what’s it worth, Mr. Ice and I went Dutch.
My co-host Cassie’s favorite band, Seether played a show a few years ago and when the last song was sung and last note plucked for the night, I headed backstage to thank the guys. Faster than Baron VonRashki applying his patented ‘claw’ rasslin’ maneuver to a newbie challenger, I was thrown into a chokehold by one of Seether’s literal larger than life security. This would have become an episode of Unsolved Mysteries had the lead singer, Shaun Morgan, not intervened and called his behemoth bodyguard off me. Nothing says ‘glamorous’ like grasping for air after you’ve been accosted by Paul Bunyan’s bigger and less friendlier older brother.
And while some singers rake in more money in a single night than our nation’s budget, The Tea Party wasn’t one of them. Lead singer Jeff Martin forgot all about beer karma and swiped one of my beers from me one night in Toronto. Not a big deal but that Hogtown beverage cost me 11 dollars and it’s not like Jeff and I see a lot of each other because I’m still waiting for the man to repay the favor. Seeing as how they broke up shortly thereafter, I’m not holding my breath.
Ultimately, my 7 month old daughter stays up later than I do. Birds are chirping, sunlight is streaming in through the windows, the neighborhood kids are playing in the street and I’m sawing logs before that sun sets. Ahh yes. That life of glamour and glitz I lead has me snuggled up in bed long before America votes off another one of their favorite contestants but I was never a fan of American Idol anyway.
