Flashback Friday: “She Bop” by Cyndi Lauper

It wouldn’t be right not to mention Cyndi Lauper sometime during the year of 2014.

The year of 1984 was very good to her, as she rose to pop prominence on the strength of her “She’s So Unusual” album. “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” was the biggest hit, with the ballad “Time After Time” gaining equal success.

“She Bop” was my favorite song of the album. A nice, uptempo song with a new wave kick to it.

Have a good weekend, folks.

On Location

On top of the Howard Frankland Bridge that connects Pinellas County to Tampa.  April 17, 2014.

On top of the Howard Frankland Bridge that connects Pinellas County to Tampa. April 17, 2014.

Another milestone for this blog: this morning I writing this entry from somewhere other than my home.

I’m accompanying my mother over here at the Florida Hotel and Conference Center in Orlando as she takes part in a statewide dietician’s seminar. She usually takes one of her work friends, but this time I was asked to come along, and I thought visiting another big city would make good fodder for the blog.

The 90 mile trip or so was uneventful, as it was the first time I’ve been outside of the Tampa Bay area in a few years. I-4 was a breeze with a minimum of traffic to negotiate with when you have at least three lanes in your direction at all times. Arriving a little after 2pm, we thought there would be a wait to get to the room, but we were told at the desk that nope, we could claim our room right away.

The room itself is a few floors up, and the view is basically a side of the adjoining Florida Mall. I remember visiting the mall once back in the 1990′s off of the Orange Blossom Trail, but I don’t remember the hotel being there at that time, but it may have been. The mall is very spacious, reminding me of Tyrone Square Mall back in St. Petersburg, visiting there numerous times in my youth. Everything is on one level, no escalators or elevators to go up and down on. (When I was little, I hated escalators with a passion, but I eventually got over that fear.)

Today, while the maternal unit is attending her seminars, I’ve got a few things to do. More on that on Monday in part two.

The Great EBS Gaffe Of 1971

The date was February 20, 1971. All hell broke loose for a few scant minutes as radio stations were forced off the air (by agreement) so that one station in each radio market would be the sole broadcaster of emergency information.

A teletype operator by the name of W.S. Eberhardt played an incorrect tape during a test of Emergency Broadcast System. Instead of the usual EBS test and tone, some stations across the country aired the real deal, alarming radio listeners and board operators (no doubt) across the country.

I’ve done EBS tests in my radio career, mainly at WBDN in Clearwater. What you do is play one cart (short for cartridge, think of them as an advanced 8-track tape that plays audio for a few moments). You hit the cart once to activate the opening message, activate the tone for a set period of time, then play the closing message. Pretty straightforward, pretty hard to screw up.  The EBS has since been replaced by the Emergency Alert System in 1997 and is what’s currently used to dispense information in the event of an emergency.

You’ll hear the DJ for WOWO out of Fort Wayne, Indiana for the first six minutes of the clip, then WCCO out of Minneapolis for the remainder of the clip.

Flashback Friday: “Eye Of The Tiger” by Survivor

Thought we’d go with “Eye Of The Tiger” this week, which of course is from the third Rocky movie that introduced Mr. T and Hulk Hogan to the world, with T playing the arrogant Clubber Lang and Hulk Hogan donning the tights as a fictitious wrestling champion, Thunderlips.

I always thought this song had a hidden, but yet powerful message.

“He’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger.”

Who is the “he?” God? Perhaps a departed loved one, or friend? In the case of the movie, it was Rocky’s trainer, Mickey Goldmill, played brilliantly by Burgess Meredith.

Most of you know the movie, and it’s on Netflix this month for all you young whippersnappers.

Would You Like To Try For 15?

The Democratic Party is really starting to annoy this blogger.

Remember back on March 11th, when I was talking about how Alex Sink and her menagerie of phone numbers kept calling my home?

Well, I’ve been blessed to have gotten a 14th call from them since March 10th yesterday afternoon. Earlier in the morning, I went through the voice mail and deleted six messages from various numbers on Alex’s behalf, three each from two separate numbers, so later that day, they have the temerity to call again under the guise of some poll.

It was a recorded voice mail call, so I knew it didn’t make sense to yell at the people at the other end of the phone. But, after being reminded of how rude the Sink people were being last month, I went into William Shatner “KHAAANNN!!!” mode:


The pre-recorded voice failed to respond, naturally. Maybe I need to vote Libertarian this fall, or God forbid, Republican. David Jolly has to defend his newly won seat in November, and if Alex Sink is indeed the Democratic finalist, perhaps I need to remind people of what happened in March.

That is, if I’m still here in Florida.