A beautiful little song that hit the US charts in the fall of 1985.
Don’t look now, but baseball season begins today.
I had previously said during my 2018 Predictions that I thought this was going to be a good year for the Yankees and the Dodgers, and I stick to those two clubs for my World Series forecast. Three other teams worth keeping an eye on would be the Red Sox, the Cubbies, and the defending titleholders, the Houston Astros.
Locally here in Tampa Bay, it could be a long campaign with all these matchups with Boston and the Yankees. It’ll be a good year for the Rays if they complete 2018 at the .500 mark of 81 wins and 81 losses.
Best of success to all 30 organizations, and may the best team hold the prize sometime in late October or early November.
Going back to the early 1990’s, I’ve been a bit interested in how there are certain frequencies out there that can be used to help our bodies and minds with whatever it is they went to accomplish.
This goes back to when I worked at WTAN in Clearwater working the overnight shift. The one weird thing I found out about working odd hours is how life is totally geared to the “normies” who either work first or second shifts and sleep conventional hours. Sleeping could at times be a bit difficult, though I did have a cheat available to me.
Most of the time I worked I was the sole operator at the station, and I would go 30 to 45-minute ranges of time without anything to do. When that happened, I brought in a digital timer with me and took some catnaps, setting all the commercial “carts” up ready to go at a moment’s notice. If I knew the cassette tape I was running would be on for, say 30 minutes – I’d set a timer for 28. If I had 45 minutes, I’d set my digital timer for 43. Remember, this was WAY before the iPhone made all of this possible by verbal request with Siri. I think I got my trusty timer at an Ace Hardware store – then later I’d get them at Radio Shack.
One day in 1990, a caller to one of the talk shows I was a board operator for heard me discuss my sleeping woes, and sent me a tape of delta waves designed to help me sleep. For me, it worked – though I’m sure that there are people out there who are skeptical about the whole thing.
Here I am in 2018 reconnecting with the power of waves and music at 432 Hertz. The YouTube clip I’ve posted with this entry helped me immensely, and has been a great coping aide for me in the week or so I’ve been off of Facebook – that is, keeping me away from it.
Anyway, give it a try if you wish. It served for me, but for some of you, I imagine your mileage can and will vary.
I know some of you are asking if I watched that whole Stormy Daniels saga on 60 Minutes Sunday night. My answer would be: nope. Footnote: it’s probably safe to say now that Daniels has now eclipsed Linda Lovelace and Marilyn Chambers as the most well-known porn star of all time, for those who keep track of such things. Another footnote: what was up with those dilated pupils of hers? Was she on meds or some recreational drugs?
I’m not one of these “blind faith” followers of the President who believes he’s incapable of doing anything wrong. It’s the total opposite of that: I believe that it did happen, and it makes perfect sense to me that it did occur. What I’ve understood about Mr. Trump for years is that he’s a germophobe, so if you’re going to have an entanglement with someone, why not somebody from the porn industry – a profession that regularly tests for sexually transmitted diseases out of necessity?
My vote for Trump didn’t go to him because he was some sort of choir boy. My vote went to him because what was wrong with our country could be settled by a businessman. There’s a built-in amount of professional possessiveness amongst his fellow politicians and the media itself to take down Mr. Trump, to which I have no problem with if that’s what they want to waste their time and air with.
But when we have porn stars (who are primarily prostitutes) trying to teach us all about morality without exposing the hypocrisy of that – that’s where you lose me. It should also be noted that it is not a necessity that 60 Minutes, CBS, or any other show or network out there has to keep or gain my interest. It has to keep enough people interested to be a financially viable entity. They don’t even have to tell you the truth – and that’s what most people don’t seem to surmise.
The news media “sold out” a long time ago. It took this presidency to make the various means of their decay much more evident.
Put this story in the “when they think they have you, you have them” category.
I’m living in the southwest part of Largo in the early 1990’s. There’s a local Goodyear tire dealership that offers customers an oil change among the other wares they sell, so one day I go to the store and request one.
With my car elevated on their jack, they tell me that there’s someone other problem with the car. Maybe the tires needed rotating, something like that. I tell them I just came in here for the oil change, so that’s what I will be getting.
Then the repair guy hits me with his scare tactic. He implied that it was against state law not to have these repairs done.
I told the guy to either show me the law in writing (which he didn’t, oddly enough) or to report me to whichever agency is in charge of such transgressions should one exist. Either way, an oil change is what I requested, and an oil change is all I will be getting this given day.
I didn’t bother telling him I worked in radio at the time – I was confident I had him beat right then and there. Why play all of your cards when you can get away with playing just one?
With that, he walked away without speaking another word. It just goes to show you that there are times in life when it’s easy to think certain people and situations have you. When those times come, never stop probing for a way out.
With some added computer hobby time with my newfound exclusion of Facebook, I thought it’d be a good time to bring back the Saturday “Aircheck” feature.
Howard Cosell would have turned 100 on Sunday.
Not too much tape exists of his “Speaking Of Sports” broadcasts that aired several times daily over the ABC radio network. Here is one such clip of the “The Gifted One” the day of the Major League Baseball All-Star Game of that year, famous for Reggie Jackson’s bodacious home run blast that hit Tiger Stadium’s roof.
I thought for sure this was a song from the 1960s. Nope. It was released in the summer of 1971, peaking at #6 on the Billboard charts.
Probably heard this one in my womb, being born in September of that year.