Boy, after six weeks off recovering from surgery, when I came back to work I hit the ground running. I'm feeling SO much better now that it's hard to believe I actually lived a year and worked feeling the way I did. Bless you my Doctors, my surgeons, for putting Humpty Dumpty back together again.
It's the end of summer and we still have so much going on that I get to be involved with! Cool. Def Leppard and Heart are playing at the Sleep Country Amphitheater on Wednesday and we'll be there broadcasting before the show. Amy's all amped about going backstage. Me too. If you want to join us, maybe you should enter the KGON contest to do just that.
I'm a huge football fan, college football especially, and so far it's kicked my ass this season. I know, just the first week of games and all that, and I will root for BOTH Oregon teams until the Civil War and then I have to serve my Ducks, because I was one and raised one. But Beaver Believers, I'm with you until then! GO OREGON TEAMS! Also I'm an NFL fan and am so glad they worked out the squabble before we were left without a season.
Back to work, and then HELLO WEEKEND!
I'm so glad I'm back though. Thank you for all your wonderful calls and notes on Facebook saying that you're glad I'm feeling better! Let's rock the rest of the decade!
Love you ALL,
Okay, I admit it. My guilty pleasure is watching American Idol and dishing with friends at work and on the phone the day following the broadcast. It's harmless. I don't hurt anyone. Some of the kids are very talented, and others need to take a hike, but all it really is....is a TALENT SHOW. We've had these for years. It was not a big new idea when it first hit the airwaves, it was, like most things, a reworking of an old idea. Like the way Hollywood makes new movies out of either comic books, or old TV shows.
In school I remember talent shows. They were sometimes remarkable to us, like when the quiet nerd could actually kick ass and did a karate demonstration. Or the brother and sister who wrote and sang cool folksy songs and could play guitars. Or my friend who twirled fire baton. There was always a fun surprise and it was a reason to have assembly instead of another class. That was always a welcomed interruption.
Also TV has had talent shows for years. The one I remember the most was "Star Search" with Ed McMahon. My friend Gene Houck was on the show and won! Nothing wrong with a talent competition. Some of the winners will thrive like Carrie Underwood, and some will fade into the "where are they now" category in the years ahead.
So, here comes American Idol auditions to Portland, Oregon for the first time ever. Okay, how many "Portlandia" types will show up and be goofy for the cameras? How many will flip off the camera after a really rediculous and awful audition? How many traffic hang ups will result because of poor planning on the date of this thing? Yes, it's the same weekend as the big Waterfront Blues Festival, and even though it's across the river, it's always a nasty mess trying to get anywhere on that Friday before the holiday. Here's the press release we got here at the station this morning:
American Idol Auditions Come to Portland for the First Time at the Rose Garden Jul 2Pre-registration Jun 30 – Jul 1Who: Open call audition for the eleventh season of AMERICAN IDOL
When: Thu – Sat, Jun 30 – Jul 2 ● Varies
Where: Rose Quarter – Rose Garden
What: PRE-REGISTRATION(Thursday, June 30 & Friday, July 1)
- Wristbands will be distributed to auditioners during pre-registration (tables open Thursday and remain open until Saturday morning). Once auditioners obtain their wristbands, they will be asked to return to the stadium early morning Saturday, July 2 to line up for their audition.
- Available press coverage includes: B-roll, photos, interviews with auditioners, their friends/family members and interviews/photos with an available AMERICAN IDOL producer (pending availability).
- Media check-in for pre-registration will begin at 6:00 AM on both Thurs/Fri. Please note that these times are subject to change.
AUDITIONS(Saturday, July 2)***NO MEDIA IS PERMITTED INSIDE THE VENUE DURING AUDITIONS***
So they want all the media until they get to the actual auditions and that's what we get to see in the first part of the show. When you have the really good with the really bad. I just want someone really great to come out of Portland and win. Hey, why not? Two 16 year old country kids got to the finals last time. I mean REALLY???? This time we need a rocker from Portland.
Can you sing? Can you sell it on stage? Then show up and do your city proud!
The first time I saw Eric Burdon in concert was at the Hollywood Bowl. He was rolling our "Eric Burdon Declares War" as the title of the act. Headlining was Canned Heat, and also on the bill were the following bands: John Lee Hooker, Sugarloaf, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, and the MC was none other than Wolfman Jack. It was an all day event in 1971 and it was after Alan "Blind Owl" Wilson had died of a drug overdose at the age of 27. Yes, another one who "went to heaven at 27." Anyway, my boyfriend at the time, Ross, and I went to the show. We didn't have a ticket, but bought one for $1 and someone else gave us a ticket, so we both got in for ONE DOLLAR! Crazy. Those were the days my friend, when miracles happened and concert tickets cost less than the handling fees do now. So, with the sweet memories of that wonderful concert swimming through my brain, when the weather was warm, wine and smokes were shared with complete strangers, and anything seemed possible...even world peace...I thought I'd share this video of Eric Burdon and War from around that time. Oh, and I need to mention that War will be appearing with The Doobie Brothers at the Sleep Country Amphitheater on Sunday July 10th. I will be there. Hope you are as well.
Since my family (Mom's side) is from the great state of Louisiana, I love the whole Mardi Gras thing.Â I was not raised in the Catholic church, but had friends and family who were, and I understood this was the last great blow out before Lent began.Â That's the part I loved, and still do.Â If you've never been to New Orleans, it must go on your bucket list.Â Yes, even after Katrina had her way with the city.Â
If you know nothing about Mardi Gras, or New Orleans, or what "laissez les bon temps rouler" means (think The Cars...."Let the Good Times Roll"), let me give you some links to use, and you'll be in the groove in no time!
Here's an actual site about Mardi Gras history.Â Click here.
Here's a site with great southern food to eat today.Â Click here.
Here's a woman from Hillsboro who makes great Mardi Gras masks! Click here.
There, now you can celebrate and enjoy the day with a little bit of history, food, and maybe a mask.Â Be safe, and Let the Good Times Roll!
Well, I guess we could have seen this one coming.Â In this Charlie Sheen/Christina Aguilera/Lindsay Lohan compost heap of fame gone wrong, who can blame the daughter of rock's notorious bad boy for tagging in New York City's Soho district?Â Here's the story from TMZ:
Law enforcement sources tell us ... Theodora Richards -- who's modeled for big fashion companies like Burberry and Tommy Hilfiger -- was arrested in NY around 10:45 PM last night ... after cops say she was using a "paint marker" to graffiti the letters "T â¥ A" onto the side of a building in Soho.
"We're told cops spotted Richards and took her into custody -- and during a subsequent search, officers claim they found marijuana and a controlled substance on the model.
Richards is currently in the custody of the NYPD awaiting arraignment ... which is likely to go down this afternoon. "
If anyone has tips about how to deal with the police, it's her dad.Â I did like the "T & A" reference to a Keith song.Â Read Keith's book "Life."Â It's practically a "how to" manual for beating a drug rap.
Oh, and to Martin Sheen, who said what his son Charlie is going through is like cancer....hey Martin....from all of us cancer survivors, what your son is going through is NOTHING like facing cancer.Â Â What he's going through is a long journey through hookers, porn stars, and drug abuse which is not like going to the doctor for a wellness check and hearing the word CANCER enter your world.
For a while, I thought it was me. I thought I attracted the weirdness that happens in a venue while trying to enjoy a concert by one of my favorite artists. I've blogged about this before because it seems to keep happening to me, but after the Eric Clapton show at the Rose Garden Arena, I think it's something on many people’s minds. We all enjoy a rock concert in different ways, and there's a certain kind of concert etiquette that has mostly made for a fun night of rock and roll. Last night something went very wrong, and it all had to do with the issue of sitting or standing during the show.
My son (who had never seen EC) and I sat in section 101, row H, and had a wonderful view of the stage and the huge screen. We were near the aisle so during Los Lobos there was a constant parade of people trying to navigate those awkward stairs at the Rose Garden in the dark...with beer. We watched one guy with approximately $32 worth of beer desperately trying to balance the beverages down to the floor. He made it. Remember the Memorial Coliseum? They had places to buy beverages if you were on the floor, and you didn't have to climb stairs. What a concept! Not only are the stairs uneven at the Rose Garden Arena(I saw several people who were quite sober almost do a head first fall down the stairs when they missed one of those places where the stair length and depth was against the normal gait) but the rows are not clearly marked on the cement with big letters, which would help people find their place without having to either equip themselves with a flashlight, or stop and take a guess at what row they are in.
If you’re in a theater and they are getting close to show time, there’s a little hint with a light flicker, or an audio cue (ding) to tell you that the show is ready to start. This rarely happens at a rock show. I guess the powers-that-be figure you’ll hear the music start because it’s so loud, but by that time the lights are down and there’s stumbling and bumbling as people rush to get into the seat that they have paid dearly for, carrying beer, nachos, and all the cold weather gear that they wore into the arena.
The opening act has become the soundtrack for finding your seat in the dark. That’s pretty much it. Here’s an idea…come to the entry where the nice person with the vest and flashlight is waiting to show you where your seat is, take a little listen, and at that point decide if you REALLY want to go into the show and sit down for the opening act. If so, let someone help you to your seat unless you have memorized the seating chart for the Rose Garden Arena and have a flashlight yourself. Oh, and wear a vest and help someone else too while you’re at it. If the music or artist is not your cup of tea, or you just feel like another beer or nachos means more than the opening act, then stay in the concourse. I swear I saw several people stumble their way to their seats, make people stand up, and get all settled in during the last song of the opening act. Isn’t it nice that it was all about them during the last song? Hope you REALLY didn’t want to see Los Lobos as much as I did. It was much better standing up for you and having that full beer splash on my purse.
Part of the problem is the fact that the rows of seats are squished so close together that even if you stand up, and weigh no more than 130 pounds (male or female) you will touch the person trying to move by you in ways that you would not want to be touched by a stranger yourself (unless it’s in a letter to Penthouse). It’s unavoidable. Those rows are ridiculous. I’m only 5’4” and my knees hit the back of the seat in front of me when I’m sitting down, unless I’m on the floor, or in the section way up in the 3rd level where the steep angles have the chair backs down by your feet. I’ve been up there once and had a vision of falling that left me shaken and stirred for days.
So, here we are at break time. The lights are up and it’s easier to find your seat. Finally people are finding their way into the show. They’ve bought the beer, they visited the bathroom, and are ready to see Eric Clapton. Here’s where the real fun begins.
Clapton is such a rock legend, that I’m surprised that his last name isn’t also a synonym for “guitar.” I’ve seen the man in concert six times now, and I’d heard from others who saw the show in Seattle that it was going to be a great night of music from this icon…this master of the blues and rock. It truly was. He came on stage wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, comfy shoes and a three day growth of beard. I loved it. He smiled, he opened with “Key to the Highway” and I knew we were off to a great evening of music.
During any show, with the exception of metal and grunge on the hard end and chamber music or soft jazz on the mellow end, there’s going to be a varied pace of fast and slow songs. The typical concert etiquette is that when the music is moving along, it’s fine to stand up and do that “in place concert dance” thing that people do. Then when it’s a slow song, everyone sits down and takes a load off. It used to be that the only offenders to this unwritten rule were usually so drunk they didn’t know what the song tempo is because they are moving to the beat of their own drummer which has nothing to do with the actual concert on the stage. This old chestnut of the past is obviously no longer followed because there were people standing up, doing the head bob, butt shake, and fist wave during the whole show. Yes, even the slow songs. This is usually fine and accepted behavior if you are either surrounded by other like-minded beings, or in a “pit” area such as the one Bruce Springsteen always has in front of the stage with no chairs. Last night there were seats everywhere, and everyone had a different plan.
The concert tickets cost a lot of good money, and this isn’t exactly an economy that allows for a crapload of expendable income to be thrown at shows, and I think that everyone should have the most wonderful concert experience that is possible. So here’s my plan. Designated sections for standing or sitting. It’s kind of like the old days when there was smoking and non-smoking sections, only applied to the way you like to enjoy your concert...standing and dancing, or sitting and politely clapping. Your choice. Speaking of smoking, I also vaguely remember the whole concert experience being much more pleasant all around me when there was a sticky sweet smell and an ever present cloud overhead once the lights went down. Just sayin’.
The drama of the sitting people yelling at the dancers to “sit down,” and the dancers yelling back at the people who’s view they were blocking and some interesting finger gestures did add to the visual effects of the show, but I could have done without it. Then if the “sitters” didn’t get the results that they wanted, they went to get the nice person with the vest to point to the “dancers” with a flashlight. If the “dancers” still wouldn’t sit down, then the “man in the suit” was brought in to do….well, I don’t know what because the “dancers” pretty much kept on dancing. This whole arena ballet was distracting during a song that I wanted to watch, but it did give me a theme for this blog.
Sitting or standing? “Aye, there’s the rub” as Shakespeare said. “When we have shuffled off this mortal coil” just how many people have we pissed off? Let’s just make it better for everyone. Sitting section, standing section. Your choice.
See you at the next show.
This is a funny list from the website McSweeny's.net: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/24peck.html
I'll print it here for you, but there's other funny stuff on his site. Visit and see. Also tell me what your favorite line in here is. Mine is the Allman Brothers...
What Your Favorite Classic Rock Band Says About You.
BY JOHN PECK- - - -The Doors: You have been bitten by an animal while trying to get it stoned.
The Who: You own a Goldwing with a baby-changing station.
Ted Nugent: Your hair has at some point been caught in a ceiling fan, boat propeller, or lathe.
The Rolling Stones: You own three cars and no stereo.
Canned Heat: You own three stereos and no car.
The Beatles: You can do exactly 1.5 pull-ups.
Badfinger: You are a Beatle.
Deep Purple: Some part of a law named after a young girl applies to you.
Led Zeppelin: The first three things you smoked were banana peels, catnip, and poppies, in that order.
Jimi Hendrix: You are under 20 or over 65.
The Kinks: You have bad teeth and are good in bed.
The Guess Who: You have good teeth and are bad in bed.
Black Sabbath: Your greatest joy is painting unventilated rooms.
David Bowie: There is still, somewhere, a Dig Dug or Zaxxon machine with your high score on it.
Mott the Hoople: You are David Bowie.
The Moody Blues: You are a former volunteer at the Liberace museum, a serial killer, or both.
The Grateful Dead: Your stories about the seventies make your daughter's roommates at Tufts very uncomfortable.
T-Rex: No matter how much you clean, there will always be trace amounts of glitter on your stove and blender.
The Eagles: You can only reach orgasm while listening to talk radio.
Pink Floyd: Your garage is full of failed versions of your stereo/barbecue hybrid.
Thin Lizzy: You are often forced to change or cancel your plans due to "NO LOITERING" signs.
ZZ Top: Your favorite Hank Williams is Hank Williams, Jr.
Chicago: You are incapable of talking about Chicago without mentioning their horn section.
Quicksilver Messenger Service: You become sullen when people don't stick around while you fix their vacuum cleaners.
Crosby, Stills & Nash: You own an oversized hat.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young: You own three or more oversized hats.
Jefferson Airplane: You make your living buying and selling oversized hats.
AC/DC: You only remove your socks to shower, and then only reluctantly.
Aerosmith: You know a store that still sells puffy Reeboks.
Van Halen: You have a Peeing Calvin bumper sticker on your Jeep.
Sammy Hagar: You have a Peeing Calvin bumper sticker on your Subaru Brat.
Bachman-Turner Overdrive: You have an actual urine stain on your Subaru Brat.
Uriah Heep: You are the cause of the urine stain.
Santana: You have had an hours-long conversation with someone before realizing it was just a pile of clothes.
Rainbow: You have worn sweatpants to a funeral.
Foreigner: You have a severely wrinkled Jane Fonda poster under your bed.
Styx: You have a severely wrinkled Foreigner poster under your bed.
Allman Brothers Band: You do not own a bong, but can quickly make one from a piece of fruit or an abandoned toilet.
Bad Company: You have sustained several alcohol-related injuries involving sheetrock.
Cream: You know a guy who knows a guy who worked on Star Wars.
Journey: You own those running shoes that are shaped like feet.
Lynyrd Skynyrd: You somehow have both long hair and a sunburned scalp.
Yes: Your ideal partner would be into both tantric sex and fat guys.
Creedence Clearwater Revival: You are frequently missing part of an eyebrow.
Rush: You carry a small flashlight everywhere, and use it at least three times a day.
Blue Cheer: You have a subset of friends whose sole purpose is to hold your hair while you vomit.
Boston: Your best friend really likes Blue Cheer.
Steely Dan: You have snorted cocaine off a copy of Remembrance of Things Past.
Fleetwood Mac: You have snorted cocaine off a copy of The Hobbit.
Blue Oyster Cult: You have snorted cocaine off a copy of Type 2 Diabetes for Dummies.
Mountain: You have snorted cocaine off a Blue Oyster Cult record.
Nazareth: You have snorted cocaine off a member of Mountain.
Hawkwind: You sell cocaine to Nazareth fans.
Molly Hatchet: You sell baking soda to Hawkwind fans and tell them it's cocaine.
Jethro Tull: You have a favorite rune.
I'm not a fan of ships, boats, and other things that go into the ocean for long periods of time. I'm not necessarily frightened, it's just the idea of being held captive on a small surface where you can't get away from that annoying person without going to your ultra small room and hiding. It's like being at a party without a car or a way to leave. Not me.
But this news just made me almost reconsider my rule about cruising. ZZ Top and George Thorogood will be taking to the high seas on December 1st, setting sail from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida on the Rock Legends Cruise in support of the Native American Heritage Association's mission to provide emergency assistance and self-help programs to the Sioux Native Americans living on reservations in South Dakota.
The five-day cruise will also include John Kay & Steppenwolf, The Marshall Tucker Band, Dickey Betts & Great Southern, Foghat, Johnny Winter, Molly Hatchet, The Outlaws, Blackfoot and Pat Travers.
Okay, that could be a lot of fun, if they are truly going to be on the ship as well. Almost enough to get me on a ship for five days.
I just got done playing "Rally Ball" with my friend Bree here at the station. We were being filmed and I'll post the video on here later. Anyway, Bree is very cool...tall, thin and beautiful, which is why I chose her to be on the video with me. Just watching me horse around with the Kinect games alone wouldn't be nearly as interesting, and I also wanted to show how the system works with two players. I really think we need to have this Kinect for X Box 360 hooked up here at the station all the time. It's a great stress relief, and it's GOOD FOR YOU to get up and do something after you've been cooped up in a cubicle, or control room, or production room all day. Plus, PLAYING with co-workers is a wonderful bonding experience. It's the same thing with family game night in your very own home. You share some fun, you connect (with Kinect) with each other, and have a fun or at least funny story to tell afterward.
So, that's my mission right now. To find a space to have the Kinect for X Box 360 hooked up all the time right here at the station. I'm SURE nobody would abuse the time. Besides, it's such a physical thing, none of the sales types who are all dressed for success would want to have sweat running down their backs, so just a little game here and there would be perfect for all of us.
Wish me luck getting this through the committee....