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June 2, 2015: 2015 Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame Induction

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View this in your browser. Tonight: I Love Rock And/Or Roll! The things I do so you don't have to... Saturday night, over at Chez Jones in Asbury Park, my wife, myself, Glen and his special lady, Gina, sat down and watched the 2015 Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame Induction ceremony on HBO. Ho boy. I've been watching these induction shows for years and this was one of the most underwhelming in recent memory. What redeemed the night were the non-stop wisecracks, the beer, spilled bourbon, pizza and left-handed cigarettes. Tonight, I'll share some of my high and lowlights of the show and remind you once again why God created fast-forward. I'll also invite you to call and induct whomever you'd like into the WFMU Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame. I'll give you plenty of reverb and crowd sounds so it's like YOU ARE THERE. Call 201-209-9368 between six and seven PM and LET IT ROCK. Last Week: You're (Not) Welcome! Last week's show started out with the best of intentions, an examination of bigotry in the town where I grew up. I was going to use the topic as a springboard to a discussion of times you felt less-than-welcome. How ironic, then, that I should be the less-than-welcoming host when I thought I detected a prank caller via a "fake" Southern accent and hung up on the guy. That unleashed a torrent of calls and playlist comments (see below) excoriating me for my fake-accent detection skills. Eventually, all was made right but not before the whole scandal ran the show off the road. Some of my favorite shows have been the ones that landed in the ditch. Although we actually got an anonymous hate letter because we weren't keeping the house up to the standards of the previous owners. Amazing. There are two areas I realized had hardcore racists in NYC growing up: Long Island and Greenpoint. Just what we need...someone from the East Coast judging accents. We all lose. I lived outside Asheville, NC for several years, as a child. My mom, a speech therapist, taught me to get rid of the accent before we moved to California. She didn't want people to treat me differently, just because of the way I talked. One of my first life lessons in cynicism. You made the right call, Chris. Go with your gut. you are in control. As bad as that letter in Lindenhurst is, I think it pales in comparison to what is happening in the Middle East, Nigeria, the Sudan, Burundi, etc. Lots of innocent people are paying a high price for the intolerance of others. Amplitude Modulation Listen to this show:  Pop-up player! Got fired today much sooner than I thought. It happened so quickly. the boss lady was scolding me, draped in a pink velvet Chanel suit with an Hermes scarf and Italian shoes. All very expensive. She has lots of money. I don’t know where it comes from but the family also has harness horses, trotters - the ones at Yonkers. I heard the old man say today We only have one now. It’s a lot of work to take care of one. to the Program Director, a strange character. Short. Bald. Wiry. Deep radio voice, even when he’s saying Chris, it’s like this ALL the time around here. He sounds like he’s about to sell you a mattress. Then there’s the hockey playing salesman, the one who looks about to pop, the one with issues with the Fat Cunt From Hell as he calls her, the one who stinks of too much makeup and onions. A yard across the hips. He says She’s in need of a stiff cock and there’s no one blind enough to give it to her. She has it out for me, hockey player says, sharing a piss. I’m in the stall, he’s at the urinal - we talk through the metal. Fucking CUNT! What’s WRONG with her?! Tell me about it, tell me about it. She’s had it in for me since I stepped in here She hates anything with a dick. I piss, still seething from the scene moments before when I was fired. It happened because the makeup and onions woman bitched me out again for not printing enough shiny pieces of paper quickly enough. That printer prints one page in four minutes. I can’t make it go any faster. I tell her. She’s exasperated. I stand between her and success. To her I am a peon, a worthless piece of shit. Why aren’t these on the NICE paper?! Why are using THIS paper?! As if the choice of paper keeps a prospective client from throwing the colored bits of paper in the fucking trash. She’s huge and the bags under the eyes and the sagging jowls look like a movie effect. Industrial Light and Tragic. What the hell WAS she? I think What the HELL was this woman? Is she even HUMAN? and in my mind I hear DIE SCREAMING!!! Out loud I say What would you like me to do? and I’m doing the best I can. and all the mealy-mouthed shit you think of because you need the job, the first full-timer in quite awhile and the first job with medical in years. Why is that? Where’s this great economy I keep hearing about? I can’t be the only one I know making the same salary I was in ‘95. Why is that? Am I just not smart enough? Is that it? Maybe I didn’t finish college but I’m not stupid. I’m well-spoken. I can write. Fuck them. I think I’m just not ambitious. I never really was. I always thought Do what you love, try to get paid for it, was an approach that would me happy. I might’ve been wrong. Money buys Happiness. The rich are much happier than you or I, no matter what the fuck they tell you otherwise. Money buys happiness. But then there’s poor JFK Junior him and his pretty blonde wife under all that water. I hope they didn’t suffer At least they’ll never grow old. As opposed to me. I’ll grow old enough to piss on your grave. That’s what I’m screaming in my mind as she whines about fucking paper because she’s menopausal and stinks like hell. And it’s MY fault Somehow. And here comes the boss lady pink velvet suit, red hair, like Rita Hayworth. It’s time for her big performance. Chris! she pleads. Chris! Come on! You mean to tell me you can’t hook another printer up to that machine?! Come on, Chris. You’re a smart person. Why aren’t you working on those sales kits all the time?! Have you seen this? She shoves it under my nose. Radio listenership is down! People aren’t listening It’s a fax newsletter she’s shaking under my nose from a Washington law firm - FCC lawyers - some of the most expensive in the world. They had a chart, first page - radio listenership down. She poked her painted fingernail at the page. See! People aren’t LISTENING! See that Chris! Now come on! You’re smart! I can tell you’re smart! And I hear her but I also hear this Fucking crazy fucking BITCH! What the FUCK is WRONG with you?! Are you on some huge DIET PILLS?! Why are you always bouncing of the walls? What’s with the short skirts? You’re pushing seventy, lady why not dress with DIGNITY! And she whines Chris! You’re smart. I know you’re smart. Why aren’t you working on SALES?! You should be doing SALES SALES SALES! You should go to the SALES department and say Can I help you SELL anything? Chris! And the other voice says Crazy fucking BITCH! More money than BRAINS! Get a HOBBY. Stop driving people CRAZY. Chris! Come on! What are you working on RIGHT NOW?! She sees the phone bill on my desk Are you still working on THAT?! Is that THE LIST for my husband? The husband appears he can’t piss anymore without pain he’s fat diabetic, likable enough. I never said to make a PROJECT of it, he says and lumbers off in search of a painless piss. Poor bastard with the shrew of a wife all fucked up on amphetamine, going a million miles an hour, her sons all doctors, probably writing her scripts for JET FUEL. Either that or she’s like that NATURALLY which would make her a mutant. She says to me - boss lady, dragon lady - WHY ARE YOU WORKING ON THAT CHRIS?! I ask her a simple question: Should I get the feeling you’d like me to leave? She LOSES it. What did you SAY? Did you say you want to LEAVE? Go ahead. Goodbye! Come on, pack up your things let’s go. Show my husband how to do the computer stuff. The husband, lumbering back, barks, Write it down What am I, supposed to learn THIS now? I’m supposed to learn the computer? My forehead is hot I feel nauseous I blink several times my jaw drops open. Are you firing me? I ask You said you should leave - so leave! Goodbye! But before you go she says as I pack my bag with my few things not sure what I’ll do to survive through the holidays, Show my husband how to do those things. What things?! What are you TALKING about?! You goofy fucking BITCH all hopped-up on prescription speed. That’s my theory what else could explain her behavior? I’m packing my bag with my radio magazines, books, things I was working on for myself after hours, early in the morning. Dragon Lady says Stay to the end of the day Stay to the end of the day then we’ll talk What the fuck? I say to myself Didn’t she tell me to clear out? I say to her I have to go for a walk I’m a little upset right now. and I grab the bathroom key, storm out, run into the hockey player in the hallway. We walk along, cursing. What the FUCK is wrong with those two? Tell me about it. She fucking hates me. I have a cock. She hates anything with a cock. Then we’re in the bathroom, me in stall, he’s at the urinal. This place is CRAZY! Tell me about it. I AM telling you about it, you crazy bastard! I yell. He laughs. We both laugh. Shake it off you’ll be okay. I’ll be okay? I don’t know if I was fired or not. What the hell WAS that? Just go back there and everything will be okay. She won’t even remember what happened. We zip up. I burst out of the stall startling the new guy just coming in. I wash my hands, dry my hands, follow the hockey player out, think: This place I work for, the people are FUCKED UP. And they DON’T KNOW IT. One of the main reasons they’re so FUCKED UP. Hey, I’m FUCKED UP. But I know it. I don’t live in La-La land like Dragon Lady and big fat fucking sales manager bitch. sales sales sales Selling futons, rugs, bug spray, restaurants, body spas, family fun centers, big band hits, denture cream, plastic surgeons, paint stores, bedding - selling selling selling the fucking public airwaves. How do they do it? How is it all legal? Aren’t they PUBLIC airwaves?! How do these flakes get to hold us hostage to their Popular Adult Standards ad nauseum? I don’t remember them giving me any money prior to this job. But they rake it in hand over fist: a house on Long Island, a penthouse in Miami, another house in Dallas. German luxury sedans. Come on, say it with me: German luxury sedans. Chanel. Hermes. Facelifts. All from ad revenue. It’s the ads that matter - the music is filler. It comes out of a machine. It’s an extrusion. The machine spits the music into the wires, out via satellite, to the transmitter in northwestern New Jersey, Where the ground is set in motion - amplitude modulation - creating waves to bring all that shit to your ears. But the old folks love it. Can you thank Bill (the morning DJ) for playing Jimmy Roselli? the caller hacks into the phone pressed to my ear the second day I was there. I love that ‘Wedding Ring’ song. How many cigarettes, how much gin for a voice like that lady? Holy shit. She calls again as I sit brooding I missed my chance I think I could’ve gotten out it would’ve been tough but I have friends. I’ve been down on my luck Before. Feast or Famine with me. I would’ve driven to Unemployment in Jersey City straight from there, filed my claim, wait for the big money to roll in. Those government checks: what a lofty lifestyle on those. You almost never want to work again. And I’m upset with myself. Maybe that was my exit Maybe that was the way out of this hopeless situation that can never get better unless the two of them die in some grisly car crash. My luck doesn’t run that way. I know it when she comes over, pink velvet hair, says What if you re-did the sales kit? Does it have to use so much paper? I suggested that weeks ago Well, why don’t you just do that for the rest of the day? And you don’t have to answer the phones (Shit, I didn’t really want anyone to know that I answer the fucking phones.) Not anymore. They’ve given that duty to the poor old woman who mumbles constantly under her breath: They’re crazy they’re all crazy. and you know you’re not alone. I can re-do the sales kit. I say. Not believing I’ve used the words “sales kit”. Can you? I know you can! Come on! You’re smart! I can TELL you’re smart! I sit I turn I begin working, Thinking: Shit. If I was rich and famous I could tell you all to suck my dick. But I’m not rich or famous or even good-looking - or even smart or I’d be miles from here getting blown. Now kiss my fat hairy ass. And I think this all day even through the free lunch courtesy of the management firm of the office building. Down in the lobby, a turkey sandwich, Russian dressing, roast beef, mayo, a pickle, pasta salad, slice of cake. Look at her - the Amazon, the men around making sly jokes. You sure are tall! Look at those heels! I wouldn’t let my daughter wear such high heels! And back upstairs with my plate of food dragon lady asks How is it? Trying to initiate conversation. An hour later she comes over says I think you handled that crisis very well. Thank you. I say. Inside, I say What CRISIS? The one you INVENTED?! An hour later she’s back So you’ll stay? I’m so glad you’re staying! What the FUCK? I thought I was FIRED! I missed it. I missed my chance. An hour later she says I hope you’ll stay forever. Holy shit. I still have my job. The next day it was like nothing happened the Dragon Lady, in black leather skirt, tight black top, told me how glad she was I’d be staying forever. She even said she was sorry - at least I think she did who the hell knows? She’s loopy as hell. She flits around all day annoying the living shit out of us all. Today, before I left I went in to say goodnight to her. She was in the accounting office, files spread out on the accountant’s desk (He comes in Mondays.) She smiled at me, said I’m so glad you’re staying and forget about all that yesterday. I smiled back said What thing yesterday? her smile widened That’s right! she said Good night I repeated and was almost out the door when she stopped me grabbed me by the arm You know, my husband’s not feeling well. He’s very upset. We’re losing a hundred thousand dollars a month. We’ve lost eighteen million already! The information burst out of her. She was dying to tell me. why? What do you think? Why don’t we have more car dealerships? We should have ALL the car dealerships! I don’t understand. I nodded, shook my head at the right moments, thinking This radio station is shit from bottom to top tear it down and begin again. I say I’m so sorry to hear this, wondering if they’ll go under soon if they’re trying to sell the place out from under us. My son doesn’t want to be here he’s a very good doctor he really worked hard in school he gave up half his shifts just to help us out. I wondered what was up with the good Doctor I actually like him he’s got a good sense of humor, seems caught up in it all, not really sure how to get this thing to fly What do we do? she says to me. You’re smart - what do you think? Why aren’t we making money? I think, weigh my words, Well, that’s a tough question requiring an elaborate answer. I’m not sure how to answer it. She goads me some more No, go ahead - tell me what you think it’s okay, really... Yeah? Maybe it’s the demographic maybe the old folks aren’t where the money is. She visibly recoils at the word old. Shit. I hem and haw. I thought it was the young people who had the money. I could be wrong. So what should we do? she pleads. I’m not the program director I remind her. She waves her hand at the office next door  - the program director’s office. I continue I try a new tack: What would I do if I had a radio station? I don’t know - American Music? Great American Music from every era. She squints at me, trying to hard to understand just what the hell I’m saying. American music? Well, maybe folk music - indigenous music. But we’re an AM station she reminds me. Would kids listen to AM? If it was done right, I answer If you opened the doors, let the kids in, tried something new, innovative. You could create a ripple. She still looks like someone not comprehending. She wants to know how to sign up more car dealers not how to make a good radio station. I have to go, I say, looking at my watch. Will you talk with me about this some other time? Monday? Sure I put on my coat We’ll talk Monday.

The Mermaid Parade Is Almost Here! Lou Reed & Laurie Anderson, King Neptune & Queen Mermaid of the 2010 Mermaid Parade. Saturday, June 20 The Mermaid Parade is 18 days away! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?! The parade begins at 1 PM and all the info can be found at coneyisland.com. See you there! Marie Roberts painted these 2010 Mermaid Parade Banners. Obligatory Throwback Pic Circa 1985, Me & Les Paul at Fat Tuesdays. Next week is Les Paul's 100th birthday & I'll be celebrating on air.

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Aerial View Intros    2015  CD-R        0:00:00 (Pop-up) <-- Previous playlist | Back to Aerial View playlists | Next playlist --> RSS feeds for Aerial View: Playlists feed | MP3 archives feed | Email the Program Director | Other WFMU Playlists | All artists played by Aerial View | Listen on the Internet | Contact Us | Music & Programs | WFMU Home Page | Support Us | FAQ Live Audio Streams for WFMU: Pop-up | 128k AAC | 128k MP3 | 32k MP3    (More streams: [+]) Give the Drummer Radio: Pop-up | 128k MP3 Rock'N'Soul Radio: Pop-up | 128k MP3 Sheena's Jungle Room: Pop-up | 128k MP3 Listener comments! 6:01pm → Greg from Bloomfield: DAMN YOU CD PLAYER 1! 6:01pm → chris: I love TRAKTOR, or broken CD player?   6:03pm → P-90: Let me have it, Chris! -and glad to see Aerial You on the summer schedule! 6:07pm → Mike East: I just got hbo for the first time and was actually flipping around sunday but decided against even stopping on the R&R hall of fame ceremony. I had a feeling it would just upset me.   6:07pm → Listener 102365: It's bogus. I was tired of Jann Wenner years ago.   6:08pm → Gee Lampa: The fact that Rundgren hasn't been inducted yet is reason enough to reject it altogether. 6:09pm → Fuzzy: Awards shows in general are mostly lame.   6:11pm → LES: Good that Aerial View will be back. ChrisT got a hardcore look on the world that i get. 6:12pm → dale: chris' guitar sounds like a creepy pedophile. 6:13pm → Mike East: though if I was hangin' with Jonesy, I would absolutely watch it. 6:13pm → common: pretty much, chris. 6:13pm → Fuzzy: Put your guitar on a stand in your living room or on a wallhook so it's easily accessible and caressable!   6:14pm → P-90: I like your "if my guitar had a voice" voice, Chris. AND it's a Filter-Tron on the Gretsch 6:16pm → Mike Sin: Being rock 'n' roll music geek, I love the idea of a rock 'n' roll museum, but I have no real interest in a rock 'n' roll hall of fame.   6:18pm → JakeGould: His crest has fallen… AND IT CAN’T GET UP! AMIRITE?   6:18pm → Listener 102365: Ritchie Blackmore's Strat (not in, I know) looks like anybody else's Strat.   6:22pm → Gee Lampa: Are Talking Heads in?   6:22pm → Gee Lampa: That's Geddy.   6:23pm → P-90: MC5 should have been in one of the first round of inductions. Shows you what bullshit this is. And Yes fans are still waiting. You don't induct Rush first, then Yes, who knows how long afterward......   6:24pm → Listener 102365: Sonics.   6:25pm → Gee Lampa: No Flo and Eddie?   6:25pm → LES: Never heard that. I don't hate Rush so much now 6:25pm → Fuzzy: 13th Floor Elevators.   6:26pm → Gee Lampa: I'm guessing there's a LOT this guy doesn't get.   6:28pm → Listener 102365: An old GF saw Ringo w/Entwistle on bass & Rundgren on guitar.   6:28pm → Gee Lampa: LOU! Forever Lou.   6:28pm → Gee Lampa: Follow the leadernananananana now now. 6:29pm → Andrew Waterloo: Never understood the hatred Joan Jett gets. 6:29pm → Fuzzy: Nice Lou plugs! I like the Spazz's Phyllis Diller plug.   6:30pm → Gee Lampa: @Andrew you gotta be an airtight punker to really feel Joan. 6:31pm → common: love joan jett!   6:31pm → Gee Lampa: I feel like Joan kept the Dolls school torch burning.   6:31pm → Listener 102365: Joan gets no hate from me, but damn, she's in and no Sonics? Bollocks. 6:32pm → Marcel M: Eyyyyy FAHgaHZI!   6:32pm → Paul D: Joan is a bad ass. I think he speech is due to work she had done on her face.   6:33pm → P-90: Oh, I'm sure the Blackhearts were THRILLED to hear they would be inducted by Miley Cyrus. Yuck. 6:34pm → Marcel M: I thought the dentistry thing was an allegory   6:34pm → Gee Lampa: Thanks, Daddy.   6:35pm → JakeGould: Is the voice of Geddy Lee stored in a jar in the rock and roll hall of fame? 6:36pm → chris: they, tried, Jake, it keeps breaking the glass and escaping 6:36pm → common: ha! jake and chris! 6:36pm → dale: yeah, when did miley become a leader or legend in the music industry? as long as gene pitney made it i don;t give a crap about anyone else.   6:36pm → Gee Lampa: Rundgren just dropped a thing (w/ Two Norwegian artists) called "Runddans". It's like a 1974 trip-fest. Highly recommended. 6:36pm → Andrew Waterloo: Well, you know, Myrus took her clothes off once so now she's considered edgy. 6:37pm → Fuzzy: lol   6:37pm → Paul D: Wendy O. Williams should be in the Rock n Roll hall of fame.   6:38pm → Gee Lampa: No Devo? Booooooooooo.   6:39pm → Gee Lampa: No King Crimson?!?!? 6:39pm → Andrew Waterloo: No Ozzy!!   6:40pm → P-90: Dick Dale shoulda been in before a lot if these clowns. And NWA is great, but: are they "Rock 'n' Roll"? Really? 6:40pm → Fuzzy: 51 and you don't know Deep Purple -- step into my office, because you're fired!   6:40pm → Gee Lampa: There's a band called "Some Stupid With A Flare Gun".   6:41pm → chud: sounded like cat scratch fever 6:41pm → Marcel M: Will listen on the archive gotta run. Goodbye my son. Also, Marcel M would like to make a correction to last weeks playlist: it IS brown recluse! Sorry Chris! I think I was looking on the Brooklyn web and not the World Wide Web. 6:42pm → Andrew Waterloo: I must be gone too.. it was a good show Chris. 6:42pm → Fuzzy: "Strawberry Fields" is a better example. 6:42pm → JohnEBGood: How is Chicago not in ?????????   6:42pm → Gee Lampa: The drums on "Baby You're A Rich Man" and "Tomorrow Never Knows" are exhibits 1 and 2.   6:42pm → P-90: There should be a clinical name for the syndrome where "Theme from Diff'rent Strokes" goes through your head for days but you don't know what it is...   6:43pm → Paul D: is abba in the hall of fame   6:43pm → Gee Lampa: Ick.   6:44pm → Gee Lampa: ELP Blechhhhhh 6:44pm → chris: are there published criteria for who gets chosen to be in the rock-n-roll hall of fame, or is it just a bunch of old media dickheads sittin' around deciding this? 6:44pm → dale: wheel in the sky ROCKS!!!   6:44pm → Chud: Uhhhh... SLAYER? 6:44pm → Fuzzy: No Cheap Trick: fuck your Hall of Fame! 6:44pm → dale: NO MOODY BLUES? NOT EVEN DENNY LAINE ERA MOODIES? 6:45pm → Fuzzy: No Cars: don't make me say it again!   6:45pm → Paul D: most importantly are stryper or krokus in the hall of fame   6:45pm → Gee Lampa: Benatar deserves it. 6:45pm → Polyus: Nugent claims he's not in the Hall because of anti-gun bias among the board of directors.   6:45pm → JakeGould: Brian Eno got into the “Rock and Roll Hall of Fame” because of the Windows 95 startup sound. www.youtube.com...   6:46pm → Paul D: the go gos should be up in there   6:46pm → Gee Lampa: No Fun Boy Three?   6:46pm → Paul D: is prince? 6:47pm → dale: how about barnes and barnes?   6:47pm → JakeGould: XTC should not be in the “Rock and Roll Hall of Fame” because if they were then that would negate XTC’s biggest claim to fame: Nobody cares about them.   6:48pm → Paul D: Ummmm Cher should be in there. 6:48pm → Fuzzy: No Weird Al? Time for us to bug out!   6:48pm → LES: P-90 that is called Acute Earworm. They got a pill for it I think.   6:48pm → Arthur Lee: I'm not in this fucker. Fuck You Posers   6:48pm → Paul D: is negative approach in the hall? 6:48pm → dale: should be several hall of fames. rock & roll, prog, disco, soul, punk, blah blah....   6:49pm → John Arthur: What do you think they would serve at a Jimmy Buffet? 6:49pm → steve: the purpose of the R&R Hall of Fame is to perpetuate of the R&R Hall of Fame.   6:49pm → Gee Lampa: Misfits FOREVERRRRR 6:49pm → Fuzzy: Cheeseburgers.   6:50pm → Gee Lampa: Orleans.   6:50pm → Paul D: gotta say this is a really good topic   6:50pm → Paul D: Fleetwood Mac is in right?   6:50pm → P-90: Glad to hear YLT beat Ted Nugent! ...and what about the Plasmatics?!   6:51pm → iris: The Hall of Fame couch. 6:51pm → steve: did i seriously hear The Fall in there? 6:51pm → dale: when i worked in advertising i realized all the award shows were really created by party planners and hotel bookers and caterers. rubber chicken luncheons at a high table price.   6:52pm → Paul D: plasmatics should be in but wendy would prob be anti if she were alive. fuckin love her   6:52pm → Listener 102365: Musical excellence? I thought we were talking about rock & roll.   6:53pm → Gee Lampa: I heard Lou say, "Yeah, sure. I'd like to be on the cover of Rolling Stone. Heh. But look at the album I'd have to make to get it!"   6:54pm → Gee Lampa: Smiths deserve it.   6:54pm → JakeGould: Yeah the Smiths! Ride, Lush, My Bloody Valentine, Pavement and all that jazz. 6:55pm → dale: how about sinatra or bing crosby? they paved the way for rock and roll   6:56pm → iris: Nina Hagen! The mother of punk! 6:56pm → Fuzzy: I'd rather visit a Rock and Roll Museum than a Hall of Fame.   6:56pm → LES: Good show ChrisT 6:56pm → dale: IT'S NOT ALL ROCK AND ROLL! carly simon?   6:56pm → iris: Are the Pretenders in there?   6:56pm → John Arthur: Haha "anybody can play blues," so awesomely dismissive. 6:56pm → dale: x? 6:57pm → Polyus: Carole King as a songwriter alone seems like a shoe-in.   6:57pm → Gee Lampa: Is Steely Dan in?   6:58pm → JakeGould: I bet the nomination process is a chain letter thing: One band gets nominated and then recommends other groups and all that jazz. 6:59pm → dale: nothing says rock like helen reddy - is she in?   6:59pm → P-90: Thanks, Chris!   7:00pm → Todd: Randy Bachman was IN a band with Neil Young and Rick James   7:31pm → Chris T.: Hey Fuzzy: I'm actually the one who got those Phyllis Diller plugs for Spazz! Comment! Name Email ✖ Re To songs (C) 2024 WFMU. Generated by KenzoDB, written 2000-2024 by Ken Garson To Comments!