Years ago I had a subscription to a great website, where you can listen to sound files of old Top 40 radio broadcasts, from the 1940s through the 1970s. I love radio, and would completely geek out on those things. This was back during my Warner Bros. days, when I could just slip on my headphones, and take advantage of a wide-open internet connection at work. It seems impossible now.
Anyway, one of the most amazing things I heard on that site was a long recording of a radio station in Dallas, recorded on the morning of November 22, 1963. It starts out with the DJs making lame jokes about the president’s visit, then going into a Martha and the Vandellas song, or whatever.
Slowly but surely, though, things started to take a dark turn. It was mesmerizing. And for some reason I was thinking about it this morning, and found the broadcast — broken up into three files — at the Internet Archive. You should check ‘em out. It’s amazing stuff. I downloaded them to my iPod, and plan to give them another listen tonight at work.
The Secrets, Steve, and I will be going to Philly on Saturday night, for the Eels concert. I’m excited. However, the older boy has a big two-day district championship swim meet on Friday and Saturday, and I’m afraid it’s going to force us to race down there, which I don’t care for. I don’t do well with hectic racing around and whatnot.
But, we’ll just make the best of it. I want him to enjoy the meet, and do well. And I also want to get to the show with plenty o’ breathing room. Maybe we can thread the needle, and achieve both my goals? We’ll see.
I love the new Eels album, by the way. The first few listens had me a bit baffled, but the songs eventually took hold. It’s upbeat and fun, and the songs should sound great played live.
A couple of days ago my phone rang, I answered it, and somebody said, “Fuck the Academy!” Wha’? Who is this? Dad??
No, it was Steve, and he was whipped into a frenzy, because Andy Griffith was not included in the Memoriam section of the Academy Awards. I didn’t watch the show, because I was at work and also straight. In fact, Steve didn’t watch it either, but he read about Andy being left out, and was pissed.
We’re both huge Andy Griffith Show fans, and don’t care for the disrespect of our spiritual leader. But it appears they left out a lot of people. So, clearly this wasn’t a purposeful snub, it was just another case of people doing a really horrible job. They were given an assignment, and totally shit the bed with it. Well-done, dicks.
Have you ever heard of someone calling-off from their job because they were in a car accident, and couldn’t get their shoes on? I have, and it made me laugh. I had visions of the guy sitting at home, grimacing in pain in front of the TV, with two enormous swollen feet.
For a Question, I’d like to know about the most inventive or unusual call-offs you’ve heard about, through the years. Or do you say “call-out?” Whatever, you get the point of it. Maybe it was an excuse you concocted yourself? Please tell us about it in the comments section below.
How do you do with attendance at work? I almost never miss a day. My dad never missed a day… and it’s not something I even think about. If I’m scheduled, I’m there. During my five years at my current job, I think I’ve called-off twice, and both times were because of legitimate pukiness. Many people do not subscribe to this way of doing things, however. What are your feelings on the matter?
And I need to go now. I hope you guys have a great day. I’ll try to update tomorrow, but there is a long list of things I need to do. We’ll have to play it by ear.
See ya soon!
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