rock nyc writers gather round the radio for a singsong
You cats miss the drama behind the blogging. To you its just bad grammar and cussin’ but to us writers its a freaking obsession.
Hitting the quota, cut and pasting, spell checking fact checking hating on love on nonsense. Its funny to think about and on days like today when I ain’t got jack to say (shut the hell up) its fun to stop and figure out why the hell I do this anyway, cuz I sure as heck ain’t bored.
So I jump in my car tonight realizing my iTouch is in my gym bag and too lazy and burnt to retrieve it hit the dreaded….
FM button on my car dash.
So guess what I hear?
Station 1 – Night Moves, Bob SEEGAR
Station 2- We Are The Champions, Queen
Station 3- The Wall, Pink Floyd
(I am NOT kidding this is a legit fact)
Station 4- Morning Train, Juice Newton
Station 5- Hells Bells, AC DC
Station 6- Cellphone Ad
Station 7- banter.. and fake laugh
Station 8- Jingle
Are you with me? Without rocknyc we would all be listening to music from the 70s and buying cellphones. Whats dished out and served to you in the Sizzlers All You Can Eat radio buffet is pure unadulterated vomit.
You let them, and I bet your area has the 1 ‘good station’, but are you hearing Shinobi Ninja? How about Titus Andronicus? NO you’re hearing the regurgitated last gasp of the fucking Wall…..THE WALL and they actually have the nerve to TOUR The Wall……..you’re being robbed.
You’re being robbed by being kept in the dark. In the dark, not only on things occurring now, or on the cusp of popularity but in the things of the past you were to busy listening to Super Tramp or The Banana Splits to notice.
That’s why were here. We’re hear to help.
Like musical medics, we try our best to expose each other (WOOOOT) and you to things we all may miss. We all bring something unique to the blog, we are all vital. You’re vital too cuz every time you call me an ass or Iman a wank, well at least it got ya thinking
Which is more than my fucking radio does.
Go in peace, my lecture’s over.