In 1992 I was in the 8th grade at Bennion Jr. High. As you can see by the X96 T-Shirt that I’m rocking under my button down denim shirt, and mystic crystal attached to a leather shoelace around my neck, I was already into music by then. Alternative Rock was growing in popularity, but it was nowhere near where it is now. While most of my fellow bennionites were enjoying Snow’s “Informer” and jumping around to House of Pain, I was busy drawing “Ned’s Atomic Dustbin” logos on my notebooks.
Yes, I saved them. No, I don't know why.
I still may be the only guy in history to request Depeche Mode’s “Master and Servant” at the Classic Skating in Sandy. Sure, there were better songs from DM I could have asked for, but I thought it was funny to see a bunch of kids in Guess overalls and bright green Rollerblades skating to a song about bedroom naughtyness.
We want to wish Trevor a special "Happy Birthday!" And now, here's a song about F*(&%ing
On weekends I would have my parents drive me to Movie Buffs and Salty Peaks so I could hang out with Todd Nuke ‘em and get free milk, and my brother would score me Midnight Oil and Living Colour CD’s from the prize closet. I was asked to DJ a church dance once, but the Bennion Hieghts 2nd Ward was not convinced that Siouxsie & The Banshees, and Jesus Jones were appropriate. I even pointed out that they had “Jesus” in their name. So there’s a Throwback Thursday for you. Lucky for me there are only so many photos of me in the 90’s because my hair only got worse from there.
Working in radio is pretty cool. Most Radio DJ’s will let you think they don’t like it by complaining publicly about how little they get paid, or how they wish they could do something else. But the truth is, at least for the most part, that we dig working in radio. You get to meet rock stars, people come up and say hi to you in public, and I haven’t paid to see a band play live since 1996 (I think it was Blink 182 and Pennywise, but I could be wrong).
Your 16 dollars helped buy our 8th house in Malibu.
But occasionally disaster strikes. Today, my headphones broke. The headphones are to the DJ what the sword is to a samurai. The light saber to a Jedi, The spatula to the world’s greatest BBQ chef!
it's possible that I need more work to do when I’m here.
Some of you will be tempted to say “just do that thing where you hold them up to one ear.” Yeah, that doesn’t work for what I do. I wish it did, I mean it looks a lot cooler than putting some giant cans on your head like I’m about to take a 27 hour flight to Kuwait. But for radio stuff, I need both sides. At least I know that if I can’t fix this pair, I’m just an iPod playlist away from spinning in the clubs as the world famous "DJ SoggyBottom"
Awww daaaayumm! I shoulda run to the battroom while playing that 18 minute Avicii mix
So I’m going to throw some Kragle on this and hope to Hell it holds. Otherwise I have to borrow Ritchie’s headphones. He wears his at the gym.
Yes, the rumors are true: we are moving! Moving is always a time filled with nostalgia, reminiscing "good times", and reverence. Just kidding, moving BLOWS! We couldn't be more excited to get out of this dump. here are a few things that we will *ahem* "miss" about our current studio:
The "amazing" wiring throughout this building:
We will definitely miss all of these loose wires hanging out of the walls everywhere. Nothing says home like safety hazards!
All the random dead plants:
Are these suppose to be some kind of ironic motivational posters? Plants are suppose to add atmosphere, life, and creativity to your environment. The only thing these bring to our workplace is death; reminding us all that we are gonna die, so might as well quit our jobs now and rot away.
Our broken appliances:
Listen, the only things that a flat screen TV is good for are netflix marathons and Call of Duty tournaments. Neither of these happen on that TV, so it's useless. No one knows how to use that copy machine (no one is sure if it actually works, to be honest) and what good is a printer that DOESN't ACCEPT PRINTER PAPER!
Our "Motivational" posters:
We really don't know how these got here... but we can't wait to have them GONE. FOREVER. Even if calling Justin Beiber a Lesbian is kinda funny, we'd still not prefer to see his face around here.
All this random s***:
We are done with all these rusty sinks, randoms rooms full of other station's crap, and empty pizza boxes lying around that give me nothing but FALSE HOPE!!!! Some days, it's almost like we need the guys from hoarders to come help us out because some people can't organize their crap! AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FO DIS!! On a side note, I could really go for some pizza right about now.
...And whatever this is:
I see this everyday... and everyday I wish I could unsee it.
We will start moving next week. Our new address will be 50 West 300 S in Salt Lake City
Of course since I don't want to get sued for copyright, I spent the last hour on MS Paint making a picture. Company time well spent! So I’m sure I’ve heard somewhere before that Green Day’s Billie Joe Armstrong has kids. But for some reason when I saw a story about Billie Joe and his son playing a secret show to celebrate Fathers Day the first thing I thought was “huh.” The same noise I make when someone explains why they’re having a shitty day, and I pretend I care.
And then I make this face and run away laughing.
The Green Day front man and his son Joey started their Father's Day celebration a little early by taking the stage together in Oakland for a surprise show under the name "Two and a Half Men." A band name that would have been funny in 2010.
One of us still has a job, and it’s not the one you think.
Joey Armstrong was on drums and Green Day touring member Jason White on bass, and Daddy Billie Joe leading the trio through an eleven-song setlist of Green Day deep cuts. Joey -- who plays in his own band Emily's Army -- posted a few pictures and videos of the family gig on Instagram.
I need to learn The Instagram..
It's Fathers Day weekend!
I'm not so big with the mushy stuff. If you want to say something nice to someone, you should say it to them personally and not bore everyone to death with it. BUT, since it's Father's Day, and since I'm told that writing a daily blog is now a job requirement, I thought I'd take a moment to blog about my Pops.
That's my Pop!
My Dad is THE quintessential badass. In my 36 years on this earth I've seen him engage in no less than 10 fights with complete strangers. Not arguments. Not disagreements. I'm talking full on, punching and rolling on the ground ass kickery. Everything from a rival Little League coach, to some guy at Disneyland. He tried to fight the cashier at a Checker Auto Parts once when the guy made fun of ME for having pink hair. Something he himself gave me shit for on an hourly basis. I was married and moved out at the time, so he'd have to call me to meet his personal quota. I'm pretty sure all Dad's do that though.
Your hair makes you look like one of them guys what kisses other guys.
Growing up in the 80's meant that my Dad had to compete with TV's greatest Dad's. Sure, Willy from Alf was awesome, but did he ever buy his punk rock-toy collecting son and his friends Arby's when he caught them ditching school? No. Did Cliff Huxtable ever jump out of a boat while riding "It's A Small World" after barfing on a nice young couple from Oregon sitting in front of him? I'll bet you 24 Jell-O pudding pops that he didn't. Sidenote: I've also seen him puke in public 7 times, and not once did he ever help clean it up. Luckily for me, even though he was very old school growing up, he only barely kicked my ass for putting a black and yellow X96 sticker on his motorhome when I was 15.
Instead he made me star in one of the Terminator movies.
The man made sure I knew to "kick ass at everything you do, or don't do it" and that "Not everyone is going to like you. Jesus was perfect and even HE had people that hated him". He's one of the most politically incorrect people I've ever met, yet shows everyone more respect than they deserve, and he's never once NOT stood up for me.
So Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad's this weekend. If you need me, I'll be watching Nascar and eating Popeye's with my old man on Sunday.
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