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September 25 - Part 1 My Life On Drugs
September 25 - Part 2 Mohammed's Parrot
October 2 - Part 1 Max is Gone
October 2 - Part 2 LRC Gossip
October 2 - Part 3 Peter Flirts
October 3 - Part 1 What's the password?
October 3 - Part 2 Contemplating mortality October 3 - Part 3 Drug induced ecstacy October 3 - Part 4 The Divided City
October 3 - Part 5 Serendipity
October 5 - Part 1 I Feel Good
October 5 - Part 2 Crescendo
October 5 - Part 3 Self Promotion
October 5 - Part 4 The show that got me fired
October 21 - Part 1 Illness and Madness
October 21 - Part 2 The Revolution Will Not Be
October 30 - Part 1 Bruce Blacklisted
October 30 - Part 2 The Hunchback of KXLU
Never been married, no kids- i am the 47 year old virgin, a soiled off color white. I'm suddenly in my mid 40s and no wife in site- what am i? GAY?!? Guess so. It's okay. But I hate what the GAYS like. They have the worst taste in music and they are overly concerned with the superficial, like what you are wearing. I wish I had more gay friends but on the other hand, they don't like me either. They think I'm John Wayne.
I am a so-called-ACTOR, now, Thats what a lot of us late life lost feel compelled to claim to be. I work the bit parts in the talkies, starring in the indies and re-appearing in the serials. I'm in all sorts of TV shows, most roles BG and not worth a mention. But some movies like BOBBY and THE PRESTIGE, close up, babe. Get on my FUN list if you want updates of where and when and what I'm on-send an E: [email protected]. No, love YOU!!!!!
When I'm not listening to the radio, I'm ON it!!! I've been rockin' out on the college radio all my short life and now on LA's KXLU, 88.9 FM in LA. I do rock the old fashioned way- nO iTUNES, ACTUAL 45's and 33 1/3rds. The only downloading i do is in the rest room. I don't mean to be crude, but often my humor depends upon it. get it? Depends? yow.
I hate the lady on the phone who insists on more OPTIONS. That and the sound of buses and refrigerators, yet i no longer pop pills when i feel compromised. I sit there, suck it all in and shake and shake some more.
I have a cat who died-little Mynshki. I wrote a BLOG for him there. My new Cat i think is named little USHKIN, but he is only black and white. He knows how to go OUT but not how to come back IN yet. I hope he don't end up like Mynski, at the bottom of the stairs with a hole in him. Oops~ "her!"
I am under water sex freak. I swim for an hour every day. I need to stretch out and think while not thinking. It's my temple, my religion. Unlike Jesus, who came here to earth, by his father, God, to show us suffering, guilt, condemnation and how to worship HE, I prefer YOGA to get to my inner being. I wish I could bike everywhere but you can't here in LA. It's just overwraught with too much exhaust.
I feel defined by what I'm not, too. I have never skied, drank a coke, been to a sports game,existed (really!,)or for that matter been inside a Walmart supercenter, or watched a full episode without being distracted, rode a roller coaster, until yesterday, when I did for a TV pilot on the s/m Pier. I bought nothing for xmas and expect the gift of nothing in return. Nothing allievates the guilt and meaningfull-lessness of this time between infinities.
My life would be even more complete if i could ever get over whatever this phase is called-it's the manic upswing after the midlife crisis(?) -it feels pretty good most of the time but who am i kidding? I need something in this little house besides a cat. Are you lonesome, tonight?