Sunday, February 28, 2010

Dunkin Dunce

I’ve spent quite a few mornings at Dunkin Donuts this past month as they are featuring Triple Chocolate Muffins for a limited time. Regardless of the store, the encounter is always the same and always annoying:
Me: “May I have a triple-chocolate muffing please?”
DD: “Would you like anything to drink with that?”
In my head, “Why the fuck would you ask me this question? Is there any way that you could think of to be more insulting to me this early in the morning? You basically sell two types of products: stuff to eat and stuff to drink. Granted, my brain doesn’t function as sharply this early in the morning but it certainly works well enough that I am aware of your product offerings…”
Do these morons actually believe that I may have forgotten that I might need something to wash my muffin down with? Or, that I forgot that I could purchase a beverage here; despite the waft of coffee products and the dozens of people in my midst sipping away?

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Cat Got My Tongue?

I feel so conflicted sometimes. I hate to post something for the simple sake of posting something but then I also hate not posting something – especially to be gone for as long as I have.
I don’t want to harp on the idea that I am going through a transitional period right now as well as things in my professional life are rather stressful – so I won’t, nor will I discuss either further here – at least not for now.
What I will do is remind those of you who take the time to come here that I so greatly appreciate that you do so and I hope that you’ll bear with me for a little while…
I can never predict what will inspire me with verbiage but I do know that it’s harder right now and I suspect that will be the case for at least the next month or two.
In a bit of randomness – I will mention that American Idol really sucks this year so far – the talent pool seems quite sparse.
Much love!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy February 14th

I know other people in the world celebrate a Saint whom I happen to think might be fictitious. Many are hypnotized by the powers of the retail and marketing industry and the color red. Right now, I happen to find myself in something of a holding pattern, unsure of so many things – especially, what the next chapter will bring.
On this day though, I am certain of one thing. If I could spend some quality time with only one person I’ve ever known or know now, without hesitation - you would be my choice.
I can see us sitting in a cafe somewhere. Not that it would matter where but if I am choosing, either Venice or Paris seem appropriate. Sitting there talking and getting to know more about each other – listening and hearing each other, feeling emotions perhaps, I am certain there would be some laughter.
I cam imagine us just walking around exploring a fun place like Las Vegas – people watching and just having fun doing nothing more than being together with no motive other than enjoying spending time together. I can even imagine passing a piano and me daring you to play something – I know that you play. At first, you resist but my charm is too convincing and besides, you wouldn’t back down from such an innocent dare.
I need to touch you – your heart, your soul, your mind, and your body. On this day, it is you that I will think of and the time we’ve yet to share.
Happy February 14th.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

More on the 7 Things continued

Here’s what I’ve yet to elaborate on:
d. I’ve proposed to Joan Jett live on the radio.
e. I was at Joey Ramone’s birthday party one year.
f. I’ve auditioned for Family Feud.
g. I once quit a new job after 2.5 hours of the first day.

I’ve proposed to Joan Jett live on the radio.

Back in college, I was very involved in the radio station, I was the production director for some time and I also had several air shifts. Because I was deep in the heart of New York City, I knew there were opportunities in my midst and in those days, opportunity knocked more than usual in the month of October – which WNEW, the premiere rock station of the time, redubbed as “Rocktober”.
Every “Rocktober”, WNEW has what they called a “Shootout at The Hard Rock Cafe”, where in celebration of their anniversary as a radio station, they would broadcast from the Hard Rock (just a few short blocks from my radio station) and play host to many iconic figures and top stars of Rock and Roll. I occasionally took advantage of this opportunity by bringing a remote setup with me and attempt to get a little radio gold for our little college station that only aired on Manhattan cable FM.
As I arrived at the Hard Rock on this one day, I knew that Joan Jett was going to be there and she was my prime target on this day because I was a fan, because she was hot, and because I had a live microphone in my hand and wanted to make a little history.
After her interview with WNEW, she was brought out to a stretch limousine parked on West 57th. street, just outside the Hard Rock and a line formed quickly for a short meeting and autograph opportunity; I got in line with everyone else and waited my turn.
When I had gotten to the point where I was next, I was almost ready to bow out. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty and the equipment I was lugging felt like it weighed a ton – but I couldn’t let my listener(s) down and I wouldn’t allow myself to back down from the task at hand.
After what I remember to be about 45 minutes or so, the time had come. The person before me had moved on and the security team, with whom I had received clearance before I got on line to have my equipment with me and recording, waved me in. I approached the car door and kneeled before the rock goddess and reach out my hand. Jett extended hers and without hesitation I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Joan, will you marry me?” The surrounding crowd reacted almost immediately and Jett grinned ear to ear and said, “that’s very sweet but I am in no way ready for marriage right now.” Again, almost immediately, someone from the crowd who overheard the interplay shouted, “she’s not quite ready for men…”
Jett’s gender preference in the sexual arena was of no interest to me at the time – all I saw was a hot rock and roll chick and an interesting opportunity. She took my notebook from me and signed an autograph and said, “very nice to meet you”. That was that and the entire transaction aired on 88.7 WTNY Manhattan Cable FM.

I was at Joey Ramone’s birthday party one year.

This was another cool thing I got to be a part of as a result of being involved with the college radio station. It was at a club in NYC, in the Union Square area and the band that was playing was newly signed to RCA and doing a showcase. I can’t for the life of me recall their name and am too lazy to go downstairs and dig out the cassette. The highlight of the night for me, was almost literally running into Joe Ramone. leaning against a a pole in his lankiness and just hanging out.
About halfway through the band’s set, they acknowledge Ramone’s presence and brought out a giant sheet cake. We all just hung out until about 3am – it was a total blast.

I’ve auditioned for Family Feud.

I wrote  a whole post on this…see the post below this one.

I once quit a new job after 2.5 hours of the first day.

The job was at a recording studio in New York City. I was so into music and I was also just naive enough coupled with believing that maybe this could be my in. I was told that if I were willing to take a data entry job, that perhaps I could learn the recording business by hanging around and eventually be promoted from within.
Clearly, I was both vulnerable and delusional and began to gain awareness to this fact by 10 am as I was chatting with my data entry cubicle neighbor who was sold a similar bill of goods as had many others. There was no intent other than to have me do data entry until I realized that it was all I was ever going to do at the company. At about 11:30, I went to my supervisor and asked if I could take my lunch so that I could keep one last commitment with my previous employer (a lie).
At 11:30, I left, never to return and never even called to ask for my paycheck. That was that.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

The Family Feud Audition Story

I didn’t expect as much time to pass since my last post but life got in the way again. Before elaborating on the rest of the seven things, I had a few requests to go a bit more into the Family Feud audition so I thought I would do that first.
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Family Feud got quite popular in the 70’s and 80’s when it was hosted by Richard Dawson, who seemed to get a thrill out of kissing every woman contestant. Dawson left the show in the mid-80’s and hosting duties were left in the hands of Ray Combs, who a decade later left the show and eventually committed suicide.
In the mid-90’s, the producer’s were looking at reviving the show to it’s heyday and had signed original host Richard Dawson to host again. It was around this time, national auditions began and my then sister-in-law (TSIL), thought it would be a gas for our family to give it a run.
TSIL’s application was answered and she called me asking if I was interested – duh! ME! Of course I was interested. The audition was at a hotel (can’t recall which) in NYC and we had to bring our “family” to play a simulated game of Family Feud.
Our team consisted of: me, TSIL, TSIL’s mother, TSIL’s brother, and my sister Rose. I know this is going to sound arrogant but it happens to be the truth – I was friggin’ awesome and TSIL was pretty good as well. The rest of the bunch may just as well have been ashes in an urn.
When the producers are auditioning families for these show’s they aren’t so much looking for smarts but personality that will translate well on television – people that are potentially interesting to watch on television and for the most part, our group was a dud.
Unfortunately, Richard Dawson was nowhere to be found nor was there anything resembling a set. Our family was standing across from the other family and one of the producer’s served as the “host”. It was lots of fun!