DAILY SOUNDTRACK

THE DJ

I woke up at 4am and decided to read a bit… first a book (that didn’t work), then editing some of my writing (I became sick of myself very quickly) and finally… a bit of high-falutin’ news. That just send me into a foaming frenzy. The same cause as always, more Dunning-Kruger.

It has become tiring. I am tired of them. And I’m tired of the people who try to hide other people’s stupidity (so as not to offend) but instead, their rubbing ends up making it shine like a high gloss wax job. And then comes the “both sides have issues’ stuff. Etc… Sometimes it makes me crazy. Sometimes it makes me say “piss off.” Most times it makes me want to disassociate myself from society. Thus…

Today’s Daily Soundtrack is a tribute to DJs. Radio DJs to be exact. Many of them music lovers. Some just like the art of radio. Some like the sound of their own voice. Many of them were my closest friends at different periods in my life.

I loved listening to; B Mitchell Reed, Rita Wilde, The Real Don Steele, Humble Harv, Chuck Niles, and basically everyone who went through KMET.

So instead of ranting about the numbskulls and their enablers I figured I’d just say “Thanks” to those people who spun records and helped me make it through some mighty difficult times. To quote Wolfman Jack, “You gotta scrape it off yer shoes baby!”

WHERE ITINA DELGADO?.

TOM PETTY – THE LAST DJ

I’ve been told that this tune was written about Jim Ladd (who you can still hear on Sirius/XM every afternoon). I know the joke goes that a typical Ladd set consists of Pink Floyd, George Thorogood, The Doors and “lord have mercy” but I think Petty got this right. He is pretty close to the last person doing this kind of thing. Shout out to Jonesy’s Jukebox.

WALL OF VOODOO – MEXICAN RADIO

I would lay in bed at night and listen to a transistor AM radio under my pillow. It was tuned to XERB. It seems as if Wolfman Jack was always on.  He moved on to KDAY and so did I.

ERIC CARMEN – MAKE ME LOSE CONTROL

I don’t know why. This is schmaltzy and of no era really. A song with a ’50s framework, ’60s Beach Boys harmonies infected with the nostalgia bug that was going around in the ’70s. But I still can relate to turning on the radio in the car and just going somewhere, just doing something, just having fun. Turning up the familiar and being stunned by the new.

And it helps me to forget about the stupid shit going on in the world. So there’s that.

DJs WHO PICKED THEIR OWN MUSIC WERE

BASICALLY MAKING MIX TAPES FOR YOU.

IF THEY WERE GOOD, YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH THEM.

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