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Crooked Lane
I have been obsessed with the area in which I grew up for quite some time. Almost to the point where I want to write a book, or create a website, just in regards to the history of the Delaware River communities. The weather was to be nice on Saturday, so I decided I would go hiking in the woods where I grew up. But, we’ll get to that in a minute. First up, I was given the honor by the Burlington County division of the Special Olympics, of announcing all the events which were held at Lenape High School’s Football field Saturday morning. I love sports. Any kind of sports in the sense of commentating color or play by play. One day I may finally come out of the closet and leave DJing for sports radio. Who knows. There is a definite feeling once I walk on to the football field. Despite being incredibly exhausted from a lack of sleep on Friday night, I made it a point to get up early and head to the field. I met up with organizer Sandra Rodenbeck, who is a very sweet woman, and I went up to the press booth high above Lenape field and started announcing the Special Olympics competitors' names. While doing that, I was making sure people knew where to get snacks, where the bathroom was, raffle winners, lost wallets, post game food, etc. I was no stranger to this booth. This was the same booth I called the historic Thanksgiving day High School football games in the late 90’s. One with Mike Ryan, and the other with Philadelphia sports radio legend, Joe Pelligrino. It felt weird to return back to this sound booth. But nonetheless, it was a nice day for it. I had the chance to meet a couple of newspapers, proud parents, and even a few gagliarchives listeners. News travels fast apparently. How did they know I would be there?!? The Olympics humbled me. You think of how many things you have going on in your life. Unwanted stress, failed ventures, work deadlines, money problems, nonsensical drama with your friends, personal deadlines, and all other things that make the acids begin to churn. Here on that field, they all went away. These wonderful, beautiful kids put it all in perspective. The Mount Holly-Vincentown Kiwanis Club co-sponsored the event and was very generous to me. To see the looks on the kids’ faces as their names were announced was my payment for the afternoon. When the morning was all said and done, I walked back to my car exhausted, yet smiling.
Walking In Colestown
After a hot dog and some coffee, I went across the street and parked my car in Crofton Commons. I began my obsessive hike up the South Branch of the Pennsauken Creek on the Cherry Hill side. As I hiked, I tried to locate the spot on the creek where as a child, I witnessed the wall of wooden planks on the side bank of the Pennsauken creek. When I was 11, I didn’t care. But now, here at 33, I would give anything to find just one plank. The overgrowth was heavy. I took too long to come out here. I tried to imagine a creek that was once higher at one time…small barges moving up and down with goods for the local towns of Fellowship, Colestown, Springdale, and Chester. I could hear and feel it. I began my trek through the woods of what was once the outskirts of Colestown. I looked at the ground closely to see if there was anything. Stones, old bottles, wood, metal, anything. As I hiked deeper into the woods of one time Colestown, I found old growth trees. At least 150 years old. I also spotted old stone deep within the ground that had to be placed there on purpose. What could it have been? Foundation? Farmhouse? Covered up Well? Who knows. I came upon the housing development now known as Olde Springs Crossing. If you know the history, there used to be a road that crossed over the South Branch of the Pennsauken Creek called Crooked Lane. Crooked wrapped through Colestown (Present day Cherry Hill) from Kings Highway, crossed the creek, then went into Chester (Present day Maple Shade). The road wound through to Fellowship Road (Present day Route 73) and ended there. This road began in the early 1690’s and crossed that creek until the bridge collapsed in 1914. There were houses and farms that ran amidst that road. There is a house that still stands from the 1720’s on that road that the owners have done a fine job of hiding it from the township. Unfortunately, they have covered that house with stucco. Very depressing. But…hey, it’s still there. The Lippincott’s live across the street from them (founding family to the area) and Mr. Lippincott took me to his back yard and showed me the old foundation he refuses to move or destroy. Bless him. Moving right along, I walked back to my jeep and went to the Maple Shade side and drove through Clusters Of Lexton. In this condo community lies a house along the Pennsauken Creek owned by the DaCosta family. When I was young, I spoke to Mr. DaCosta's wife and she stated how he was more or less the 'new' of old land owners of the area. He held many acres in the surrounding area. Including what is now King's Croft, Crofton Commons, and Brandywoods. The last time I knocked on their door with curiousity, I was 13. Now here I am with the same curiosity at 33, I knocked again. Unfortunately, the house is now rented by the family and the tenants had no idea really about the house...but there was the farmhouse out back, along with the outline of what was once a prosperous and busy acreage of land.
Follow The Trees
I then drove into the old Robert's property (Present day Robert's Mill Apartments). A friend had pointed out, weeks back my suspicions on the layout of the development over the one time popular mill. I was correct in the sense of where the mill was located. But it was bittersweet. There was once a tavern located in the vicinity of what is now Old Bridge Road. The overgrowth was so heavy in this early part of spring that tredging through, down the slope would have been in impossible. So I walked to where I was also told I was correct by a friend in the 'Maple Shade' side of the now defunct Crooked Lane. I always had a strong feeling of how the road ran AFTER it crossed the Pennsauken Creek. And after studying the old town property maps, I had pretty much came to the realization that not only did I know how the old road ran, but where and how it curved. My thoughts were confirmed. I have to admit I am a bit obsessed with this lost part of Colestown. It's personal. I don't know...I get lost sometimes in life...sudden breakdowns in the filters that block the darker places that one can be consumed by. I find myself returning to both sides of Crooked lane. It holds a deep trail in my heart. This is how life goes. Things become incomplete and then accepted. No matter how much it was loved and needed at one time. But it is still good to look at them and understand that that 'road' had seen better days. A road that once meant so much to so many, for so many years. That's how life goes. Then you become forgotten between two apartment complexes. I know you're there. I do.
The Degree Of Absolute
We featured an interview with Aaron Bell of Degree Absolute. Their self titled disc on the Sensory records label is one of the best unknowns in the current scene. This isn't necessarily a a progressive metal album. This has many components. Symphonic, ambient, metal, and of course progressive rock hooks. Aaron is humble, but Jack and I know this disc is the real deal. We discussed the new album that took some time to put together, but none the less, the proof is in the pudding. An excellent work. Personal thanks to him for doing well under pressure. We featured more music from the Popul Vuh catalog with some new music from the excellent Progquebec label. We opened things up tonight with Lenny White's Venusian Summer. I feel personally this is one of the great fusion albums of all time. This album cooks so much it's disturbing. I was almost stomping the floor as loud as Keith Rowe does.
6/28/00
We kicked off our current campaign of 50 Weeks To 1000. In essence, we'll be featuring different tidbits of things we have done over the last 15 years leading up to our 1000th show. They can be concerts, interviews, in studio performances, and anything newsworthy we have given you in our travels. Tonight we did a flashback to 2000 in early Summer on a Thursday night in the Art Museum section of the city. The venue was the Bishop's Collar. The band, The Sonny Troy Band. They had residence on Thursday nights for over a year with many sit-ins. This particular night's line up featured Mike Dimanti on Drums, Ace Tesone on Bass, Bill Whited on Keyboards, and my father Sonny Troy on the guitar. This night was not like many prior Thursdays...there was an intesnity in the air. Roger and I arrived at 9 P.M. already under the spell of the night's offerings. After introducing the band the set was incredible. I was pounding the table so hard, I thought the Mini Disc recorder would pick up the vibration so I had to move seats. Roger and I yelled between each song in delight. The band cooked so hot that people at the bar moved to the rear to get a better look. Up walks Philadelphia guitarist Jimmy Bruno. Jimmy sat in and played the final set with my dad....it was great. It was something to see these two friends who are legends in the community of jazz joining together. It was something you were glad to have on tape. Great memory. The Yuenglings flowed....drained...and concluded. We left for an excursion into the Allegheny section that is not to be forgotten and flew up 76 with my hand over one eye. I would love to have nights like that once a week. Ahhh...memories.

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It Izz What It Izz
Rain. Lots of it. That was Saturday. A trip through Olde City with a wet back floor. Spring is here, but yet with the rain, spring is here. Make sense? The day was dedicating to being indoors and planning ahead for the show. I was really looking forward to having the band come down. But I was concerned that the weather was going to play a factor. It wasn’t just raining, it was pouring. Not to mention, South Jersey’s 250 year old road system doesn’t cut it in heavy storms. (I.E. the 2004 floods). As I motivated towards the college I spoke with the Galgano brothers in regards to directions. That was when being a local didn’t matter. I hydroplaned and almost drove straight into the Katona Farms on Route 530 at 45 miles per hour. I arrived at the college with severe anxiety. Not because of Izz, but because of the fact the Flyers were losing game one of the playoffs to Buffalo. They should never have playoff games on a Saturday night. Totally distracts me.
The Olive Branch Is Snapped
I am always freaked out to see actual ‘people’ at the college when I arrive on Saturday nights. This time it was a show in the theater called Godspell. This made unloading the band’s equipment a joy. Izz made their way into the station in a smaller form. Anmarie Byrnes, John Galgano, Tom Galgano, Laura Meade, and Paul Bremner. This marked a new beginning to our show as well, a new staffer. Frankie ‘The Fan’ Alferi. Frankie is obsessed with radio and electronics and is an apprentice of Jack Webster, our videographer and other toys guy. This was Frankie’s first test as a staffer to experience my insanity as a tyrannical radio show producer. He passed with flying colors. He, along with Jack took great pictures, helped with soundcheck since JBird had to leave, and provided the end of the show meal. Does it get any cooler than that? The set list was great from Izz. They did the following with ease and confidence:
I Wanna Win
Anything I Can Dream
My River Flows
Light From Your Eyes
Abby's Song
Where I Belong
Late Night Salvation
My Rancocas River Flows
There were a lot of listeners online making requests for other songs of their catalog as well as covers. Not that I mind the covers thing at all, but I could tell at this point Izz would rather do their own music instead. Something I firmly stand behind. I don’t want to hear them do someone else’s music. I get more excited to hear them do something forthcoming, not heard yet.
They were excellent and touched my soul in Where I Belong, Abby’s Song and Late Night Salvation. These were all for personal reasons. Just little footnotes that keep me in tune to why I do this week to week. The gang was very personable as well, even with me screaming when the Flyers tied it up at 2-2 while they were doing soundcheck.
Here was Izz:

Anmarie Byrnes – Beautifully pregnant (pregnant women are sexy, there I said it), wonderful singing, and the wife of Tom Galgano. Cute story how they met….music does wonders doesn’t it? Why can’t that happen to me?

John Galgano – Cool guy, laid back, great voice, hockey fan, sense of humor and despite the madness of the damp weather and cramped studio, kept a smile on his face. Him and fiancee Laura will make a great couple.

Tom Galgano -- Clearly the orchestrator of the project in the sense of 'how things are going to go'. Genius. I think what I admired the most about him is that he reminded me of me. I'm nuerotic and a perfectionist about how the show comes out, and I could totally relate to Tom before, and during the Izz segment on the program. He wants it perfect, and no mistakes. Great qualities that only I could admire. I could see making an album with this guy.

Laura Meade – Besides being stunningly beautiful, Laura is an amazing vocalist. Her solo singing made my hairs stand up on my neck. I would go as far as saying I got misty at the end of their set.

Paul Bremner – This guy has to be a future correspondent for the Gagliarchives. His heavy (Welsh?) accent was the highlight of my night. I had no clue what he was saying half the time, but I will say this, he knew everything that was going on with the show, was loving it, and was fascinated by my radio voice. Go figure?!?? Uhh…Hello Brems…YOU SHOULD BE DOING THIS SHOW.

All in all it was a great night. Jack reflected on Jungle Love, while Frankie sat in the corner and dreamed of future performances. We all went home with smiles on our faces. I had a wet butt though. (no, not that....I have a jeep..) Look It's Frankie!----->

Rest In Peace Doug Walker, I will miss you. But you can play with all the legends now.

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The Butterflies Return
I know I am getting old and all, but I had some new energy this week. Back to back nights out! I returned to Philadelphia on a last minute email from Vessela Stoyanova of Fluttr Effect. They would be returning to the place that I first saw them. The cozy, strange little bar called, The Fire. The first time I had seen the band was with the Innovator. That was when he gave me the first tease of the Wobbler Hinterland CD, weeks before it would hit the world. I got a little misty in my reflection. Anyway, the night became a disaster to begin with. After some technical difficulties, Rohario arrived and we headed into the Spring Garden section of the city. I just had this feeling it was going to be a crazy night. But first, the performance. Fluttr Effect played with some of the greatest energy I've ever seen. I have easily seen them 4 times, but this was something totally different. (the most of a 'prog' band in the last 2 years) There was more confidence and energy in this performance. I think for the first time in all my trips to see them, they looked….I don’t know…like…happy. I mean they usually always are, but I think this time, they weren’t as stiff. They were free flowing. They friggin rocked more or less. The room was packed and warm. They featured some new material from their forthcoming album that Kara seemed really honed in on. Anyone can be a singer, but Kara takes it to a totally different level. It’s a show. She is performing. It's art. Troy and Jason were very powerful and seemed to be having ‘fun’ as well. All smiles. Allow me to expain. I certainly don’t want anyone to think that they don’t have fun when they perform, it just seemed this time around, it was special. They were a perfect, driving, powerful, well-oiled machine. I never left their set. Great, great performance. I wonder if they taped it?
The Return To Jim’s
The beer flowed heavily at the Fire. So did the attention I was getting for some reason. Everyone and their brother were talking to me like they knew me, which was cool, including a regular called Nay. She pulled me closer to her seat and I obliged. How can you resist an exotic woman you never met before demanding attention? Insisting I was a construction worker, Roger returned with the idea of motivating to the Olde City Cheesesteak Mecca. There’s only one. Jim’s.
Roger ordered, while all eyes were on me. My boy at the grill just smiled at me. He knew what was up. “You da man....you aint white…you Italian…hahahah” He stole my line! So…we returned home with hot cheesesteaks. MMMMM. It was tasty closing to an interesting night.
The Dillinger Was Used, More Than Once.

4/20/06
Four Twenty…WOOT WOOT…RAISE DA ROOF (i guess)
After picking up some friends from the infamous Philly International, I trekked back to Drexel University to see the BX3 show. First and foremost, I was very impressed with the World Café Live. It was almost live visiting a mall. 3 levels, 2 stages, radio station…ya can’t get much better than that. Thinking I was late, I was actually just in time. Before walking in, I knew the sounds of the bass playing immediately. It had to be Jeff Berlin. Low and behold, I was right. I was proud of myself. I sat with the Innovator, but knowing how restless I get in cramped places, I moved up to the bar. Jeff was EXCELLENT. Jeff was the master, this was a clinic. Sure he looks like my dad now, but he played the bass with incredible ease and featured some medleys of his recent Lumpy Jazz CD. After he was finished his set, Stu Hamm took to the stage and wowed the audience with his metallic crunching intertwining with powerful rhythms. Stu truly refines the ‘steel bass’ sound. He was great. Very atmospheric at times, even soulful. When Stu plays, it’s almost like he is telling a story. He can make the hairs stand up on your arm. The show was intense. And the beer was cold.
The Cosmic Troubadour Interrupted By The Cell Phone
I felt great tonight when I arrived at the World Café. Beautiful weather, doors off, driving around Center City…it was special. One good thing was accomplished…closure on two fronts. It was great seeing Chad, Ray, Ostrich, Ken….All of the sudden, I found myself enjoying Billy Sheehan! I mean I never liked Shy Boy, but, his version and playing made me realize I will always be an 80’s child at heart. (ewwww) After the show, and the useless calls, I met up with Jeff Berlin. Jeff expressed his gratitude on us airing his most recent release titled Lumpy Jazz. But the cool thing was, here’s this bass legend, not just thanking me, but going over things I had played in the past that only someone would know by reading the site. That makes you feel good. That’s your payment for your effort. Eh…what can I say…it’s the little things that get me. Jeff assured us he would be back in November on the BX3 show, and that we would world premiere the new disc when it comes out.
Shamed Out Of Jim’s
After this wild night’s events, I decided to do what any Philadelphian would do after a crazy night of partying and concert going. It was off to Jim’s in Olde City. When I walked in, there was definite tension. Apparently, about 10 people up in line featured 2 dudes from New York. How do we know this? Well, despite the NY garb they wore, and the disctinctive accent, they started rather loudly putting our city down, “…dumb city, stupid sports fans, this town ain’t so tough….” Meanwhile, this dude is surrounded by some of the biggest people I have ever seen in Jim’s. Black, white, and Hispanic, surrounded this social retard. They stared quietly. While the other dude kept quiet after noticing the visible hatred from the Philly faithful, this idiot kept going. With his hair slicked back thinking he was some kind of stud, I could see that the people behind him were visibly getting annoyed. Not to mention, he ticked off the chick in front of him thinking she was interested in him. That was when the problem started. Little did he know, the guy she was with had gone to the bathroom. I think you know what happened next. As her boyfriend returned, it was almost like his radar picked up a problem before he even saw this dude. It’s funny how I am always told by my New York friends how great the city, it’s people, and it’s legacy is. Meanwhile some of the dumbest, classless, knuckle draggers I have ever seen and met have been from New York. This being a prime example. It never ceases to amaze me when I try to find the brilliance in New Yorkers. Anyway, so the guy actually has the balls to say something to the girl’s boyfriend in regards to her behind. Well this suddenly this sent a shockwave through the line. Not only did this dude want to kill him, but 5 others around him in line. Defending his girl, he popped the dude square in the back of his head. Surprisingly, he did nothing. He actually started to blush. “You betta step back, yo.” That was all he had. That was it. It was then, that even the workers at Jim’s went after this guy. The main cook stopped frying onions and goes, “How ‘bout I shuv this cheesesteak right up yo ass?” Even the old lady with the cane went after this guy. I was so proud to see this ‘brotherly love’ that our city is so criticized for. I grinned from ear to ear. I couldn’t help it. I loved it. They just got out of line and walked out with people of all creeds from this quote en quote 'dumb city' chasing them out. Beautiful. Awesome. Wished I had a camera. As it came to my turn in line, I could see the cook was still visibly pissed but cracked a smile remembering me from the week prior, “Whatchu want, baby..” “The usual…” I replied. “Wiz wit fried onions…you got it…” For a dumb city that has maybe 1,000 people come through Jim’s daily, this guy seemed to know his customers.
Oh, and as for those 2 dudes? 4 blocks up, I saw the paddy wagon. Being the typical human being, I had to see what happened. Well lookie, lookie, lookie. Seems our New York friend made another appearance in this story. They arrested the obnoxious dick for harassing and punching the bouncer of one the bars on South Street. I just laughed and whistled the beginning part to Billy Joel’s The Stranger as I walked down 5th street.
God I love this city.

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Tony, Tony, Tony Has Done It Again Part II
Tonight we featured the entire interview with bassist/composer Tony Levin. Tony talked about his upcoming shows, recent trips, and his excellent new disc Resonator which debuted at #6 in the Weekly Top 20 last week, and hit #1 this week! Tony reflected on performing live, and working with old buddies Jerry Marotta and Larry Fast. He talked about Jesse Gress being on the second recording, as well as Tony’s brother Pete. Tony is an old friend to the show that has always been good to us. He reflected on his travels to Russia and how as a musician, although being happy with his past work, he doesn’t like to look back. Resonator brings Tony into a new realm that is making me drool for the Progressive Legends Show Nearfest weekend. Can’t wait.
Givin' A Shout Out To My Peeps
After such huge response on last Saturday’s visit from Drummer/Composer Gregg Bendian, we continued on reflecting his catalog by featuring the Mahavishnu Project Phase Two and the excellent Bone Structure (One of Cozy’s favorites). We featured the third and supposed final part of guitarist Adrian Belew and his Side Three CD. Another fine document of Adrian and his many faces. We featured the sophomore release of OSI titled Free. We also featured the latest release from ECM label in Charles Lloyd’s Sangam. My favorite portion of the show was our birthday salute to keyboard great Jan Hammer. I can’t wait to see The Mahavisnu Project play with this legend. Should be an unbelievable performance! Thanks Syrinx

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All Dressed Up And Nowhere To Go
Tonight we featured an interview with drummer/composer Gregg Bendian of Interzone/The Mahavishnu Project and many other projects. Gregg was a delight. Sometimes you don't know if you are going to actually 'click' with the guest. After some unsureness, we connected immedately. There is no doubt we have the same view of the scene and how to keep it rolling. Don't thank us, just keep making music....we both win that way. We discussed the recent shows The Mahavisnu Project has performed at both Iridium and the NJProghouse…including upcoming shows with Project Object and Moogfest on 6/22/06 which will feature the Mahavishnu Project performing with Jan Hammer. Gregg was ecstatic about it as I would be! Jan freakin Hammer. At any rate, we discussed his projects including questions our international audience had for Gregg. It was a well received interview that won’t be the last. Gregg has agreed to guest DJ a program with us and may possibly bring the Mahavishnu Project in the studio for a live performance. This would be a highlight of 2006 if it does in fact happen.
Tony, Tony, Tony Has Done It Again
We featured some snippets of our upcoming interview with bass extraordinare Tony Levin. Tony talked about his upcoming shows that will carry him to Philadelphia this coming week, and rapped about the excellent new disc Resonator which debuted at #6 in the Weekly Top 20. More on that next week. We featured some new music from the Progquebec label in the excellent reissues of Libre Service - Self Service, and the Ni Vent..Ni Nouvelle. We also spotlit the 1973 classic album from guitarist Terje Rypdal and the Whenever I Seem To Be Far Away record. Unfortunately, static electricity was running rampant in the studio and gave a mint record a complete injustice. Eh...it happens. Still a great show none the less with some blasts from the pasts calling in. Funny how life moves, there's a surprise at every corner, and sometimes in every window.
Scallop and Bacon Addiction
Ever been to Wegman's? It's fucking unbelieveable. No wonder the rest of the world hates us. Its decadance was uncomparable. America at it's best. All I can say. Any place that offers to watch your shopping cart while you go up to a restaurant to eat, rules. God bless us, everyone.

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Pork Rage
Windows off....Back window open. That was this weekend. Spring has finally arrived. I had some preproduction before the program to do with our interview with Chris Poland and Pag Pagliari. On the way to the station, I resisted the fact that I had a schedule. How awesome would it be to just drive off the road and head into the woods and hide there? How great would it be to just drop out of sight for 3 weeks? Not even calling my closest of friends. Ever think of that? Today was that day. But, I have too much going on with the show to contemplate that. At any rate, I was starving today. I decided to head to Red, Hot and Blue. I have been to several BBQ places in the area…and besides old Butch’s in Pemberton that closed down about 7 years ago, Red, Hot, and Blue does quite well…even for a franchise smoked meat business. I was in a smoked heaven haze. After eating, we left for home, thus beginning my episode of Pork Rage. The doctor identified my illness when I went on a tirade about how I knew everyone. Many people died in traffic along the way back. In my mind anyway.
Also didn’t help that the New Jersey Devils beat the Flyers today. I hate the Devils. And I hate the morons who have the audacity to say to me, “You are from New Jersey, you should root for the Devils.” Well…first of all tool bags, I don’t root for New Yor…er..I mean North Jersey teams. Anyone who lives in South Jersey (the best part) knows that anything north of Long Beach Island is North Jersey. Forget that “…but I live in Central Jersey…” No. It’s either north or south. You are in the north.
“But wait, you are in New Jersey…you should root for the home team.”
First of all, the Devils don’t have a ‘city’ that they celebrate in when they win their Stanley Cups. They celebrate in the parking lot. No lie. IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE MEADOWLANDS. I would rather root for a team that’s city I can see from my house…whether they won Stanley Cups or not. I have lived here my whole life and live 8 minutes from Philly. Why on earth would I root for a scum bag north Jersey team? Sports novices. They are the same people that just jump on the bandwagon when the Devils start to win because “ooooh…I am from New Jersey….derrrr” I refer to these people as the village dummies. Hence this picture.

"ARE YOU GOING TO PLAY ANY MEGADEATH?"
Ok…showtime. This made for interesting radio. As I mentioned, I had Chris Poland and Robby Pagliari on the show to discuss not only the new Ohm CD Amino Acid Flashback, but the upcoming tour of Ohm. They make their way to Philadelphia in early May, and I can’t wait. It was a great interview…Pag and Chris are good guys to begin with that have normal lives like the rest of us…well kinda. The influx of emails that came in Saturday night during the show were shockingly questions about Megadeath. Who would have thunk it?!!? Chris reflected on his gear and how the songs come together for both AAF and the debut, and how Pag comes up with melodies that Chris has to stop in mid-chord and scream “PAG! THAT’S IT!” Great guys. Especially Chris, who has always been great to our show . There’s one guy that shows that fame never doesn't always go to your head. And it shows. We featured the new Izz CD My River Flows. I was never totally sold on these guys as a ‘top tier’ new prog band. My River Flows has sold me. Excellent disc, great musicianship, beautiful female vocals in certain parts, and complicated keyboard work. They’ll be in our studios in late April. Because I couldn’t let go of my time and memories in Boston, I decided to air The Way Up from The Pat Metheny Group. We featured the first 20 minutes of the disc. Brought me back. We also featured the new Ray Russell CD Goodbye Svengali. This may be one of my favorites of the year so far. It’s the closest thing I can get to MMS. Some people emailed and asked about why we have been featuring Popul Vuh in our 4th Hour Space Out since January. Tom at SPV had sent us the ENTIRE remastered catalog with bonus cuts. Popul Vuh is a band/project totally worth spotlighting and saluting every week. Another reason why I have is because of the fact that I was to interview Florian just before he died….sadly it never happened.

Sometimes a Cigar is Just a Smoke
Listenership was great as always…our Atlanta engineer at AM was having people jump on his wireless network and surf the web illegally and he had to put the smack down on. Weird phone calls on the show ensued....It must have been a full moon last night. Big Bob South is driving to West Virginia and Ohio on a regular weekend basis, freestyle dance music now follows my show at 2am which has totally disturbed my European audience, a close friend stressing over an e-stalker, another friend stalked in an even worse way, Jack is missing, Rohario staying in on a Saturday night, and my oldest cat has decided not to use the box anymore.
And on top of all of this? Murphy’s trip to Vegas sucked.
God I miss Boston.

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