This has been a long and rough week. I’m tired.So tired, I feel like Lili von Shtupp from the movie “Blazing Saddles”. Have you watched that movie recently? Well, you should. It’s good. Now, pardon me while I whip this out.
Does anyone play checkers or chess anymore? And what about board games like Monopoly or Trivial Pursuit. I would love to sit down with a friend or two and just waste the night away with a game of Uno or checkers or even Candyland. But all anyone wants to do anymore is crank up the X-Box or Playstation and do the computer games. That’s all well and good to a point, I guess, but it’s just not me. Maybe I’ll old fashioned. Maybe I’m just old. But sitting in front of a computer all day just isn’t my thing. Unless it’s watching Netflix, playing around on Facebook or writing this blog. Then it’s okay.
Speaking of Netflix, I started watching “Marvel’s Iron Fist” yesterday. It’s based on the Marvel Comic, “Iron Fist”, which originally came out in the mid-seventies. I’m up to episode 8 so far… and while different than the other Marvel series, such as Luke Cage, Daredevil and Jessica Jones, this is very good so far. I’m really enjoying it.
And speaking of the X-Box, I recently played WWE 2K17 for the first time in my life. I don’t play video games or care for video games all that much. If you can’t slap a quarter into the machine, it’s not for me. But at the urging of my favorite 5-year old, I joined him and his daddy and stepped into that computer generated ring. I played, of all people, “The Living Legend” Larry Zbyszko. I actually did pretty well, all things considered. It’s still not really my thing, but I can see the entertainment value. I played again a couple of nights ago and played the character, “The Big Show”. I prefer to be Zbyszko. He’s a classic… like me.
You know why cannibals don’t eat clowns? They taste funny.
Yes, that’s lame. No, I don’t care.
Speaking of serial killers, I have a dream of one day writing a musical about serial killers. “Surely, you can’t be serious”, you say. I am serious… and don’t call me Shirley. In my head, I can picture John Wayne Gacy, Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, Henry Holmes, Thelma Barfield and others welcoming a potential new face to their ranks, singing and telling their stories as they try to influence a disturbed and impressionable young man with their tales of chilling drama and adventure. The only problem is, with a musical, you need music and song. I can do lyrics, but can’t do music. But it’ll still happen one day. It’s a dream of mine and a “work in progress”. It’s going to happen. And as Stevie Richards used to say as part of his WWE theme music, “I’ll show you! You’ll see!”
Let’s go get the Magic Box and get this over with. This is Day 27 of my infamous blog series, “Thirty Days Of Dougie!”. The topics for today are, “Songs That Make Me Smile” and ‘Late Night Radio”. Sounds good and easy, just like Danny used to be. Ooops, did I say that? Well, I’m lying. Things with him were never easy. He’s an ass-clown. But damn, he was good. ‘Nuff said. Let’s do this…
Thirty Days Of Dougie! (Day 27) – Songs That Make Me Smile & Late Night Radio…
March 18, 2017
We begin this little adventure with “Songs that make me smile!”. For everyone, there are certain songs that, when they come on the radio, just make that frown turn upside down and bring a smile to your face. Maybe it’s a memory attached to that song. Maybe it’s just the beat and lyrics. Maybe you’re picturing the music video in your head. It could be for any reason really. Maybe you just like the song. But for whatever the reason, when you find a song like that, and it tweaks the emotions and brings a moment of happiness or bliss to your body and soul, that’s a good thing. Here are five songs that I’ve always liked since day one of first hearing them, and when I hear the songs again, I feel better. Go listen to them. Find them on YouTube or I-Tunes. Just enjoy the music. And smile.
“It’s A Mad Mad World”, by Postmodern Jukebox, featuring Hayley Reinhardt and Puddles Pity Party. The video is what did it for me originally, with a seven foot clown, joined by the tiny Hayley in a great cover of a classic song of depression and angst, but turned up a notch or two. It’s entertainment at it’s best and this combination just totally rocks together and their voices blend together so well. It’s an amazing song.
“All American Boy”, by Steve Grand. What gay man hasn’t experienced a crush of unrequitted love with one of their straight friends at some point in their life. I know I have, more than once. It’s fast and catchy and there’s a message there somewhere too. Plus Steve Grand is HOT!. Check it out.
“Mixed Emotions”, by the Rolling stones. The song brings back memories of a time when I was literally, a screwed up mess of a man. I loved and hated and that was with the same person, with the mood changing moment to moment. Mick and Keith Richards had their own issues and this song reflects that. And I could identify. Hell, I still can.
“Boy From New York City”, by the Manhattan Transfer. This brings back memories of a simplier time, watching my wrestling on late Saturday night or on Saturday afternoon, when the “Boogie Woogie Man” Jimmy Valiant would come to the ring. Valiant sucked as a wrestler, but damn, he was a great entertainer and could really get the crowd going. I hear that song and I remember those great days when I didn’t have a care in the world.
“Roller Coaster (Of Love)”, by the Ohio Players. This song annoys the shit out of my best friend and heterosexual life mate. He’s heard it so many times because it’s the ringtone on my phone and once you’ve heard it, it just stays in your head and like the psychotic ex-girlfriend, something else he knows quite a bit about, it just won’t go away. His pain and torture is my amusement. Does that make me an ass-clown? Probably, but it still makes me smile.
There are so many more that I could talk about, but time is short so I won’t. Go find and listen to these songs. And now, I’m moving on to late night radio.
Way back in the day, when I wore a younger man’s clothes, before we had a thousand cable channels and the internet to keep us amused late at night when we we couldn’t sleep, there was this thing called a radio. We’d have barely awake DJ’s talking and spinning records for our pleasure and entertainment, helping to ease the lonliness and pass the time on those long, long nights. I’ve always had trouble sleeping at night, even when I was little, and would turn up the radio and listen to these friendly voices and pass the night away.
Usually, it was the DJ and their music, but quite often, it was something else. Talk radio. People phoning in and talking to the host about any and all types of topics. My two favorite programs were either Talk Net, which had a rotating assortment of hosts, including Sally Jessy Raphael, she of later talk show fame, who would talk on relationships, the local news, pop culture and anything else that the listeners brought up. And the other was Art Bell, who was broadcasting from the desert and talked about conspiracy theories and aliens and was just totally out there. He was a whack-job in my opinion, but damn, he was fun to listen to. I want to say the name of his show was “Coast TO Coast”, but I can’t remember for sure and don’t feel like looking it up. No, that was Space Ghost who had the “Coast to Coast” show. Oh well, it’s not important.
But anyhow, Sally and Art were just two among the many. It was a great way to spend the night, listening to theories about anything and everything, from the doorway to Hell to politics to who knows what else. And I was glued to my radio, listening and learning and becoming a more well rounded and better person because of it. Well, that and CBS Late Night on the TV, watching epsiodes of “Kolchack – The Night Stalker”. That helped too. I wonder what is playing now on the radio late at night? The era of DJ’s and personalities are long gone and all night talkshows are rare, except for Delilah. She’s good. I should listen one night and find out. Nah, I’ve got Netflix, cable TV, my computer, etc. Who needs the radio anymore. Sad, isn’t it? I think so.
And I guess that’s it for today. Day 28 is coming tomorrow. Thanks for reading and I’ll catch you on the flip side.