I bought a bunch of stuff today
Wow, I spent money like I had it today! Well, actually I have not spent it yet....when the CC bill comes, then I will spend it. Actually Jackie will. For some reason she doesn't let me pay bills.
I have been looking for an area heater to put in the basement. If we have the fireplace on upstairs, the basement gets chilly. The fireplace raises the temp, which prevents the furnace from kicking on. It's a problem when the person in the lower level (Julia or me) doesn't want the snot to freeze on their nose when watching TV.
So I looked on line, went to Menard's, went to Lowe's. I knew what I wanted, and both the DeKalb Menard's and the Rockford Lowe's had it.
I asked the Lowe's guy, Stephen, about it and he checked his computer and found they had two in stock...but he had no idea where they were.
I went on to buy the furring strips for the ceiling project. (John, I will be calling. Both of you. Maybe Dan too.)
He found me and said he located the units.
We went back to his area, found it, plugged it in, looked at it.....but it was $30 higher than Menard's.
I felt bad, because this guy had clearly spent a lot of time in looking for an item I was basically tire kicking.
I told him I wanted it, but to be honest, the Menard's in DeKalb had the same unit, only $30 cheaper.
He went on line, saw it at the DeKalb Menard's, and gave it to me for the Menard's price, including the 11 percent rebate, which made it nearly $40 less!!
So I bought it.
Normally I don't say things like that....but from now on I will.
This has been a good week for complaining!!
So I came out a winner.
And you can too by purchasing your Daily Cash Giveaway calendar from me. They are only $20 and you can win $25. $50, $250 even $1,000 in the daily drawings! Plus, you get buy one dinner, get one free at Abraham's, and buy one dinner, get one for half off at Flight Deck and also Beacon on the Green!! That alone pays for the calendar! What a deal!!!
Let me know how many you want....but don't delay, the sales will stop soon.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
Hurts so bad, it makes me hurt so bad.....
I get so frustrated, it hurts
This getting old stuff is very tiring.
I tend to get confused with dates and times to begin with, so throw that in with the aging process and you get an accident waiting to happen.
Today, for instance.
I had a physical therapy appointment. I get up, dust the floors, do some chores, tell wifey that my appointment for pt is 12 noon.
Now to be sure I don't miss an appointment, I write them down on the house calendar. (Which is a Rotary Cash Giveaway calendar...great for winning money and writing down important events. It can even be used to track the days of the week! I have some for sale...only $20. Let me know.) I also write them down in my appointment book. This week, because of multiple activities on multiple days, I have also written all my appointments and must do items in a small notebook, under the day. So today, Friday, I wrote down all my appointments.
When I got a call from a museum staffer asking if I could help at a program, I said it all depended on what time because I had pt Friday.
At 12 noon. Which means I need to finish up, clean up and get going. As I am walking to my bedroom I glance at the house calender.
Very clearly it is marked: PT 10:30. It is now 11:15.
I looked at the hospital issued schedule. 10:30. I looked at my appointment book. 10:30. I look at the list of daily activities. 10:30.
There was only one place it was 12 noon, and that was in my mind.
And when I met the museum people, they were glad the program was in the afternoon because I could go since my pt appointment was.....10:30, cause that's what I told them!
I wrote it down 4 times and still got it wrong! Holy smokin' firewood! How many times do I have to write it down?
I know now that after I write it down everywhere, I have to check in the morning. I didn't do that.
Lesson learned. Again.
All this was after I broke the candle holder from Volterra I got for Jackie last year in Tuscany.
Not exactly a good start to the day, but it ended great with a wonderful dinner and time spent among friends.
Now if I could be like Frozen, and let it go, I'd be much happier.
This getting old stuff is very tiring.
I tend to get confused with dates and times to begin with, so throw that in with the aging process and you get an accident waiting to happen.
Today, for instance.
I had a physical therapy appointment. I get up, dust the floors, do some chores, tell wifey that my appointment for pt is 12 noon.
Now to be sure I don't miss an appointment, I write them down on the house calendar. (Which is a Rotary Cash Giveaway calendar...great for winning money and writing down important events. It can even be used to track the days of the week! I have some for sale...only $20. Let me know.) I also write them down in my appointment book. This week, because of multiple activities on multiple days, I have also written all my appointments and must do items in a small notebook, under the day. So today, Friday, I wrote down all my appointments.
When I got a call from a museum staffer asking if I could help at a program, I said it all depended on what time because I had pt Friday.
At 12 noon. Which means I need to finish up, clean up and get going. As I am walking to my bedroom I glance at the house calender.
Very clearly it is marked: PT 10:30. It is now 11:15.
I looked at the hospital issued schedule. 10:30. I looked at my appointment book. 10:30. I look at the list of daily activities. 10:30.
There was only one place it was 12 noon, and that was in my mind.
And when I met the museum people, they were glad the program was in the afternoon because I could go since my pt appointment was.....10:30, cause that's what I told them!
I wrote it down 4 times and still got it wrong! Holy smokin' firewood! How many times do I have to write it down?
I know now that after I write it down everywhere, I have to check in the morning. I didn't do that.
Lesson learned. Again.
All this was after I broke the candle holder from Volterra I got for Jackie last year in Tuscany.
Not exactly a good start to the day, but it ended great with a wonderful dinner and time spent among friends.
Now if I could be like Frozen, and let it go, I'd be much happier.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Don't worry, be happy
I thought I was dying today
I know three people who have had strokes recently. For someone who can not watch medical shows because he catches all the diseases shown on the shows, knowing someone who had a stroke is a seed planted in the the imaginarium. (That's like an aquarium, but only for thoughts and strange ideas.)
Today I had left over meatloaf, a piece of cheddar cheese, chips and a diet pop for lunch. (I know...don't give me any crap about having a diet pop AND chips.) I have had all of these foods before. Nothing new.
I was sitting at the table and I started tingling. And I was flushed. Hot. Tingling. Like a thousand ants crawling over me and biting me. Or uncles.
This went on for about 10 minutes. I got a headache. I felt dizzy.
So I went to get our home monitoring blood pressure cup.
Put it on....deader than a doornail.
Found two new batteries, put it on turned it on.....and it pumped up, took a reading, and gave an error notice.
So I did it again. It read 224 over 139. I thought that was high. My body started to burn up.
I took another reading. 236 over 142.
I said, "Jack, you need to take me to the doctor. My BP is really up. I don't feel well."
She said, "Why not go to Walmart and have it read in the store?"
"The doctor is right there....I think I need to go to the doctor," I said with a little urgency and maybe a trace of panic.
She came over and said, "Let me take mine. Maybe it's not working right."
Hers was 130 over something.
I put it on again, turned it on.....232 over 168.
I started to sweat. This was not good.
"It's going up....we need to go."
She comes over and looks at me and says, "You have it on backwards. It goes over your wrist, not the back of your hand."
I put it on my wrist, turned it on......132 over 70.
Took it three more times, was pretty consistent. She finally took it away from me before I broke it.
I was still itching and stingy. My chest itched like crazy. My legs were stinging and hot.
And suddenly, it all went away. Poof. Gone.
Maybe I am going through menopause. I was so hot, then cold, then hot and tingly.
One thing I can tell you for sure, I don't use as much salt as I used to.
I know three people who have had strokes recently. For someone who can not watch medical shows because he catches all the diseases shown on the shows, knowing someone who had a stroke is a seed planted in the the imaginarium. (That's like an aquarium, but only for thoughts and strange ideas.)
Today I had left over meatloaf, a piece of cheddar cheese, chips and a diet pop for lunch. (I know...don't give me any crap about having a diet pop AND chips.) I have had all of these foods before. Nothing new.
I was sitting at the table and I started tingling. And I was flushed. Hot. Tingling. Like a thousand ants crawling over me and biting me. Or uncles.
This went on for about 10 minutes. I got a headache. I felt dizzy.
So I went to get our home monitoring blood pressure cup.
Put it on....deader than a doornail.
Found two new batteries, put it on turned it on.....and it pumped up, took a reading, and gave an error notice.
So I did it again. It read 224 over 139. I thought that was high. My body started to burn up.
I took another reading. 236 over 142.
I said, "Jack, you need to take me to the doctor. My BP is really up. I don't feel well."
She said, "Why not go to Walmart and have it read in the store?"
"The doctor is right there....I think I need to go to the doctor," I said with a little urgency and maybe a trace of panic.
She came over and said, "Let me take mine. Maybe it's not working right."
Hers was 130 over something.
I put it on again, turned it on.....232 over 168.
I started to sweat. This was not good.
"It's going up....we need to go."
She comes over and looks at me and says, "You have it on backwards. It goes over your wrist, not the back of your hand."
I put it on my wrist, turned it on......132 over 70.
Took it three more times, was pretty consistent. She finally took it away from me before I broke it.
I was still itching and stingy. My chest itched like crazy. My legs were stinging and hot.
And suddenly, it all went away. Poof. Gone.
Maybe I am going through menopause. I was so hot, then cold, then hot and tingly.
One thing I can tell you for sure, I don't use as much salt as I used to.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Are you ready? Yes, I'm ready. Are you ready?
I am gettting ready to get ready for Christmas
Oh, it's not as simple and you'd think!
Take the lights for outside. They have to be checked, lines replaced, dead ones recycled. (Yes, recycled. There is a bin outside the fire department, I think, for burned out, useless strings of lights.)
So I am getting ready to test the lights.
Now that means I have to clean up the mess I parked in front of the 24 boxes of Christmas decorations we have. And that is downsized.
I started with the garland. We have some lighted garland we bought in 2008 from a place in Rockford. Quality stuff, made in China. (Ok, Jackie, I won't start on that again.) I know it was 2008 because I marked the boxes for date and store purchased.
Since our porch is bigger than our hanging area at the old house, we bought two strands of garland from the same place in 2012, our first year in the new house.
Got them home and discovered....wait for it.....they can't be plugged in end to end! There is only a plug on one end.
How in hell do you string garland if it can only be plugged in on one end? You can't connect the ends and still have a plug!!
So, that garland went on the end on both sides of the porch and our old garland went in the middle....I know that doesn't make sense. It's a visual thing.
Then half a string of garland burned out, so we wrapped white lights around it.
Checking the garland lights......another string has gone half dark.
Now, I know I can wrap new lights around it. But I can also buy new garland that matches and fits end to end. Just so happens there is a sale on that at a Rockford store this weekend.
(Digression. I hate shopping in Rockford because they are blocking our Chicago stations. We should boycott all the merchants up there and just leave postcards in their stores saying No Rochelle Customers As Long As Chicago Stations are Blacked Out. It will bring them to their knees.)
And that's just the beginning.
There was some discussion about decorating the 16 small bushes we have. But I put a nix to that for this year....the little bushes are too, well, little!
I do have some C-9 strands. Those are the big multi colored lights. I used them on the spruce tree at the old house. No spruce tree, and if we get one, we won't need 19 strands of lights. But we did at the old house.
So, I decided to remove the lights from the garland so they can be recycled. Did you know the lights are held on by little round clips that take about 40 minutes to completely remove? I did not know that either.
I saw a plastic twisty type tie, so I got my box cutter from upstairs. But that would not work on the clips. So I had to go upstairs for a pliers.
But one strand is done. Now I just have to do the other, but now I know how to dismantle them.
And the bonus is, I have two strands of good looking garland that don't have lights. They can be reused or re purposed.
To think, if I had done this over the summer, I could have had a garage sale and put the C-9 lights and the plain garland out for those who might want it.
Now I have to save it till next summer, when I finally have that garage sale.
Or just leave it with the other stuff that I never got around to getting rid of because I just think of a garage sale, but never have one.
But when I do, there will be garland enough for anyone. And I don't mean Judy!
Oh, it's not as simple and you'd think!
Take the lights for outside. They have to be checked, lines replaced, dead ones recycled. (Yes, recycled. There is a bin outside the fire department, I think, for burned out, useless strings of lights.)
So I am getting ready to test the lights.
Now that means I have to clean up the mess I parked in front of the 24 boxes of Christmas decorations we have. And that is downsized.
I started with the garland. We have some lighted garland we bought in 2008 from a place in Rockford. Quality stuff, made in China. (Ok, Jackie, I won't start on that again.) I know it was 2008 because I marked the boxes for date and store purchased.
Since our porch is bigger than our hanging area at the old house, we bought two strands of garland from the same place in 2012, our first year in the new house.
Got them home and discovered....wait for it.....they can't be plugged in end to end! There is only a plug on one end.
How in hell do you string garland if it can only be plugged in on one end? You can't connect the ends and still have a plug!!
So, that garland went on the end on both sides of the porch and our old garland went in the middle....I know that doesn't make sense. It's a visual thing.
Then half a string of garland burned out, so we wrapped white lights around it.
Checking the garland lights......another string has gone half dark.
Now, I know I can wrap new lights around it. But I can also buy new garland that matches and fits end to end. Just so happens there is a sale on that at a Rockford store this weekend.
(Digression. I hate shopping in Rockford because they are blocking our Chicago stations. We should boycott all the merchants up there and just leave postcards in their stores saying No Rochelle Customers As Long As Chicago Stations are Blacked Out. It will bring them to their knees.)
And that's just the beginning.
There was some discussion about decorating the 16 small bushes we have. But I put a nix to that for this year....the little bushes are too, well, little!
I do have some C-9 strands. Those are the big multi colored lights. I used them on the spruce tree at the old house. No spruce tree, and if we get one, we won't need 19 strands of lights. But we did at the old house.
So, I decided to remove the lights from the garland so they can be recycled. Did you know the lights are held on by little round clips that take about 40 minutes to completely remove? I did not know that either.
I saw a plastic twisty type tie, so I got my box cutter from upstairs. But that would not work on the clips. So I had to go upstairs for a pliers.
But one strand is done. Now I just have to do the other, but now I know how to dismantle them.
And the bonus is, I have two strands of good looking garland that don't have lights. They can be reused or re purposed.
To think, if I had done this over the summer, I could have had a garage sale and put the C-9 lights and the plain garland out for those who might want it.
Now I have to save it till next summer, when I finally have that garage sale.
Or just leave it with the other stuff that I never got around to getting rid of because I just think of a garage sale, but never have one.
But when I do, there will be garland enough for anyone. And I don't mean Judy!
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Put me in coach, I'm ready to play
Sports fans sometimes do weird stuff
I went to the NIU-Toledo game tonight. Boy, was it cold! The wind was howling out of the north. There were snow flurries at times....well, I saw a couple of flakes. (No, I am not referring to the people I was with.) Long underwear helped, but it was still darn cold.
NIU won the game 27-24.
As I was watching, I thought of the strange things fans do to support their teams.
The face paint: Watching NFL games, the camera always focuses in on someone who has the team's colors on their face or body. Maybe one side of their face is green and the other yellow if they are Packer fans. Or blue and orange if you are an Illini fan or a fan of the people in Chicago who used to play football. Now, I understand kids doing it....but when I see older guys in their 50s and 60s, I kind of wonder about them and what motivates them.
High fives: When NIU scored a touchdown in the fourth quarter, people in the rows ahead of us stood up and started high fiving people around them. That made no sense. They were sitting in the stands trying to keep warm and had nothing to do with the touchdown, but they acted as if they ran or called the play.
Cheering: People should cheer when they go to a game. No matter the sport, you need to yell a little. Things like, "Go Team" or "Dee fence" or "You suck." To be honest, sometimes I just want to yell out random things, like "marmalade" or "graham cracker" or "corned beef on rye."
Oops: There was a player on the Toledo team with the last name of Pringle and I turned it into an obscene joke.
Costumes: I see them all the time in pro games. The Viking fan who dresses like a Viking. The people who show up in bear costumes. They seem more common in football games, but the Marlin Man and Green Hat Guy are also semi famous in the baseball world. How do you drive a car dressed like a Viking? Do you wear your horns to the stadium, or put them on there? How do you go to the can in a bear costume? And do you ride a bus in a bear costume?
Going shirtless: I can understand in the summer, sitting in the bleachers at a ball game. But come December, and you will see guys without shirts at the football game. Sometimes they will have the teams' name painted on their chests, one letter at a time. It's ok in Tampa, or in a domed stadium, but you have to be seriously alcoholed up to do it at a Bears game when it is 12 degrees outside. And if someone goes to the bathroom and the camera catches your group, you could be the bars, or ears, or bers or even bares if you get out of order. Even saber. Or rasbe, which isn't a word but makes as much sense as risking frostbite. Root for a team with a big name, and you need to bring a lot of people! Eight for Seahawks, and more people than in some towns for the Buccaneers.
Anyway, it was a good time. Saw a great game, had some great food with some great people.
Now if I could only wash the red off my chest.
I went to the NIU-Toledo game tonight. Boy, was it cold! The wind was howling out of the north. There were snow flurries at times....well, I saw a couple of flakes. (No, I am not referring to the people I was with.) Long underwear helped, but it was still darn cold.
NIU won the game 27-24.
As I was watching, I thought of the strange things fans do to support their teams.
The face paint: Watching NFL games, the camera always focuses in on someone who has the team's colors on their face or body. Maybe one side of their face is green and the other yellow if they are Packer fans. Or blue and orange if you are an Illini fan or a fan of the people in Chicago who used to play football. Now, I understand kids doing it....but when I see older guys in their 50s and 60s, I kind of wonder about them and what motivates them.
High fives: When NIU scored a touchdown in the fourth quarter, people in the rows ahead of us stood up and started high fiving people around them. That made no sense. They were sitting in the stands trying to keep warm and had nothing to do with the touchdown, but they acted as if they ran or called the play.
Cheering: People should cheer when they go to a game. No matter the sport, you need to yell a little. Things like, "Go Team" or "Dee fence" or "You suck." To be honest, sometimes I just want to yell out random things, like "marmalade" or "graham cracker" or "corned beef on rye."
Oops: There was a player on the Toledo team with the last name of Pringle and I turned it into an obscene joke.
Costumes: I see them all the time in pro games. The Viking fan who dresses like a Viking. The people who show up in bear costumes. They seem more common in football games, but the Marlin Man and Green Hat Guy are also semi famous in the baseball world. How do you drive a car dressed like a Viking? Do you wear your horns to the stadium, or put them on there? How do you go to the can in a bear costume? And do you ride a bus in a bear costume?
Going shirtless: I can understand in the summer, sitting in the bleachers at a ball game. But come December, and you will see guys without shirts at the football game. Sometimes they will have the teams' name painted on their chests, one letter at a time. It's ok in Tampa, or in a domed stadium, but you have to be seriously alcoholed up to do it at a Bears game when it is 12 degrees outside. And if someone goes to the bathroom and the camera catches your group, you could be the bars, or ears, or bers or even bares if you get out of order. Even saber. Or rasbe, which isn't a word but makes as much sense as risking frostbite. Root for a team with a big name, and you need to bring a lot of people! Eight for Seahawks, and more people than in some towns for the Buccaneers.
Anyway, it was a good time. Saw a great game, had some great food with some great people.
Now if I could only wash the red off my chest.
Monday, November 10, 2014
I'm sorry, so sorry; please accept my apology
A very wise person once told me, "Stop apologizing"
I'm sorry, but I can't!
I have done too many things wrong...and I have to apologize.
To my neighbors: All that paper blowing around last Thursday on recycling day? Mine!! My tub blew over. I raced (OK, as much as a 66 year old overweight guy can race) down the street and picked up as much as I could, but I know some landed in Creston. Maybe Dan and Linda found it!
To Packer fans: All those years I couldn't wait to rub it in when the Bears beat the Pack. I am sorry. Last night, no one called or texted or messaged me. Not Sherri, not Warren, not Bob, not Wendy .... they let me dwell in a dejected, despairing quiet created by a team I once liked. I can't Bear to watch them anymore. (The team, not the friends.)
To my neighbors: The screaming was not directed at you. My emotions got a little raw on the third first quarter touchdown.
To my wife: Just because.
To my children: I really am trying to clean up the stuff in the basement....but even if I live to 90, I can't get rid of it.
To my neighbors: Bingo, the trifecta!! I sprayed my natural deer repellent on plants tonight. I think it is made up of wolf piss and hot pepper sauce. It smells terrible. It's called Not Tonight Deer, and I bought it several years ago. I have not used it in several years. It comes in a powder that has to mix with water.
After I mixed it, the sprayer clogged and I had to empty it. I spilled in my garage, which now smells like a wolf or coyote or whatever relieved himself several times.
I also managed to spray myself, and I hope that is not the reason my arms, legs and chest are itching like crazy right now.
I don't remember if it is wolf urine or coyote urine, but I wonder how they collect it. Talk about a stinky job!
To all my friends I invited over for wine on the patio in 2013 and again in 2014: The patio is not done. I will invite you again in 2015. To say we are quite upset would be as off the mark as saying the Bears put up a fight Sunday night. Sad, that all my friends would fit on the patio, isnt it?
I think that does it.
I'm sorry if I missed anyone.
I'm sorry, but I can't!
I have done too many things wrong...and I have to apologize.
To my neighbors: All that paper blowing around last Thursday on recycling day? Mine!! My tub blew over. I raced (OK, as much as a 66 year old overweight guy can race) down the street and picked up as much as I could, but I know some landed in Creston. Maybe Dan and Linda found it!
To Packer fans: All those years I couldn't wait to rub it in when the Bears beat the Pack. I am sorry. Last night, no one called or texted or messaged me. Not Sherri, not Warren, not Bob, not Wendy .... they let me dwell in a dejected, despairing quiet created by a team I once liked. I can't Bear to watch them anymore. (The team, not the friends.)
To my neighbors: The screaming was not directed at you. My emotions got a little raw on the third first quarter touchdown.
To my wife: Just because.
To my children: I really am trying to clean up the stuff in the basement....but even if I live to 90, I can't get rid of it.
To my neighbors: Bingo, the trifecta!! I sprayed my natural deer repellent on plants tonight. I think it is made up of wolf piss and hot pepper sauce. It smells terrible. It's called Not Tonight Deer, and I bought it several years ago. I have not used it in several years. It comes in a powder that has to mix with water.
After I mixed it, the sprayer clogged and I had to empty it. I spilled in my garage, which now smells like a wolf or coyote or whatever relieved himself several times.
I also managed to spray myself, and I hope that is not the reason my arms, legs and chest are itching like crazy right now.
I don't remember if it is wolf urine or coyote urine, but I wonder how they collect it. Talk about a stinky job!
To all my friends I invited over for wine on the patio in 2013 and again in 2014: The patio is not done. I will invite you again in 2015. To say we are quite upset would be as off the mark as saying the Bears put up a fight Sunday night. Sad, that all my friends would fit on the patio, isnt it?
I think that does it.
I'm sorry if I missed anyone.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head
I learned something interesting today about music
St. Pepper came out in 1967. By then I had turned from a tepid listener to an avid listener. Sgt. Pepper was a great album, and even today I still love listening to it. I think it is the best Beatles album, but I also like the White Album....and Revolver....and Rubber Soul....and you get the picture.
Jackie has Sirius XM in her car. I was driving to DeKalb or church and had Little Steven's Underground Garage on the radio.
I can't describe that station. I love the music because there is a variety of groups and ages and songs.... I heard stuff from The Muffs, Sex Pistols, and Velvet Underground in a 15 minute time period.
Understand, I haven't heard of many of the groups that get air time, and I am not sure but I think that was the first Velvet Underground song I ever heard.
Anyway, the station has a heavy British influence.
This morning show had a theme....1967. The Rolling Stones were hot, the Beatles were topping the charts.
The DJ said, the number one selling group in 1967 was.......The Monkees!!
I was floored. I just never thought that, always figured the Lennon and Jagger dominated the airwaves but it was Mickey Dolenz, Davy Jones, Mike Nesmith and Peter Tork that sold the most music.
I would race home to watch their TV show. It was funny, irreverent and filled with great music.
I think it was the first music video, except it ran for 30 minutes and had commercials.
The DJ then played a Monkee song that never went any where in the US but was #2 on the British pop charts for months...Randy Scouse Git.
I had never heard that one either. Go figure.
I always think of that time period as one of amazing music, and one that passed too quickly. I wasn't into disco, and I sort of lost track of radio after the mid 70s, except for a brief resurgence when heavy metal became big.
Notice I said Jackie had Sirius. I had a free trial membership, then got six months for $25 but I decided to forgo extending my contract at about $92 a year. Penny wise, pound foolish.
I miss Underground Garage, and the Buffet channel, and Sixties on Six, and Fifties on Five.
If they ever went to a Beatles channel, I would sign up in a heartbeat.
And I miss that music from 1967....good stuff.
St. Pepper came out in 1967. By then I had turned from a tepid listener to an avid listener. Sgt. Pepper was a great album, and even today I still love listening to it. I think it is the best Beatles album, but I also like the White Album....and Revolver....and Rubber Soul....and you get the picture.
Jackie has Sirius XM in her car. I was driving to DeKalb or church and had Little Steven's Underground Garage on the radio.
I can't describe that station. I love the music because there is a variety of groups and ages and songs.... I heard stuff from The Muffs, Sex Pistols, and Velvet Underground in a 15 minute time period.
Understand, I haven't heard of many of the groups that get air time, and I am not sure but I think that was the first Velvet Underground song I ever heard.
Anyway, the station has a heavy British influence.
This morning show had a theme....1967. The Rolling Stones were hot, the Beatles were topping the charts.
The DJ said, the number one selling group in 1967 was.......The Monkees!!
I was floored. I just never thought that, always figured the Lennon and Jagger dominated the airwaves but it was Mickey Dolenz, Davy Jones, Mike Nesmith and Peter Tork that sold the most music.
I would race home to watch their TV show. It was funny, irreverent and filled with great music.
I think it was the first music video, except it ran for 30 minutes and had commercials.
The DJ then played a Monkee song that never went any where in the US but was #2 on the British pop charts for months...Randy Scouse Git.
I had never heard that one either. Go figure.
I always think of that time period as one of amazing music, and one that passed too quickly. I wasn't into disco, and I sort of lost track of radio after the mid 70s, except for a brief resurgence when heavy metal became big.
Notice I said Jackie had Sirius. I had a free trial membership, then got six months for $25 but I decided to forgo extending my contract at about $92 a year. Penny wise, pound foolish.
I miss Underground Garage, and the Buffet channel, and Sixties on Six, and Fifties on Five.
If they ever went to a Beatles channel, I would sign up in a heartbeat.
And I miss that music from 1967....good stuff.
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