I have a lot of relatively obscure CDs leftover from my days as music director for a completely worthless college radio station. Things appear to have improved dramatically since my departure -- at the time, there was talk of shutting the station down. I was one of only a few presenters at the station, and when I left, I took several dozen CDs with me.
To that end, I have a number of really good CDs by artists that you have likely never heard of, and more's the pity for that.
Actually, you may have heard of Clutch; Twin Cities radio is abysmal. If you haven't heard of them, you should purchase their Elephant Riders CD. Made before U.S. mandatory Metallica laws were watered down, it rocks.
This is why I will be severely hungover on Friday.
Here's a random true story that I remembered today:
When I was living and working in the Biggest Little City in the World -- Reno, Nev. -- there was once a mayoral candidate for the neighboring city of Sparks, Nev., who claimed that he had once been targeted by a Mormon hit-squad for speaking out against the church.
Sadly he was not elected. I have no idea what happened to him. Perhaps the Mormons got him in the end.
Adding injury to insult: "Denney was shot in the calf and apparently the go-go boots he was wearing helped him escape serious injury."
Chris Cope's handy safety tip of the day: If you get in a fight with a guy, don't get on a boat with him. If you do get on a boat with that guy, make sure he doesn't have a chainsaw.
Well, she definitely can't go get the lemonade if you do that.
Officials in Grand Rapids, Mich., are killjoys.
Note to would-be robbers: You should write out your robbery note before you get to the bank (it also wouldn't hurt to spend a little more time putting together your disguise).
A movie-going python remains on the loose, but, thankfully, Swimmy the Pike is accounted for.
Cup holders I understand. What I don't get are those things that appear to be stirrups.
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