KMPX 1967

Norma Dale kindly sent me this picture that she inherited from Dusty Street. I believe it is the first KMPX radio staff picture taken at Enrico’s by I think Jerry Wainwright. I am sitting on the ground in front next to my brother Tommy aka Cosmo, I am 17 years old. I am moody teenager who had to grow up to fast and felt the weight of her world on her shoulders. I spent all my time at KMPX, rarely going to school. It was the most exhilarating and original thing I had ever experienced. The music, the people, the community. For a moment it was the perfect underground radio bubble and I loved every minute of it. It was all Free Form. It was all happening in San Francisco and I was dancing to the music. I posted this on Facebook and one of the ladies in the picture tells me this is from 1968 ,we are there after a meeting to go on strike and this picture was taken by Jim Marshall. Going on strike was a big deal and I imagine that is why no one is smiling.

My Last Meal

I’ve been watching this series on Instagram about “stars last meal.” Well since almost all my troubles these days are caused by my love of FOOD I found myself thinking about what my last meal would be, duh. Now on this podcast many of the guests refer to restaurants where their favorite dish came from, great advertising disquised as content. I don’t go to restaurants these days so I will not be able to make a dime off this, haha. I amuse myself. Let’s start a new paragraph.

I would start with a good glass of champagne. I don’t want to keep saying good, the best etc. so just assume everything is the highest quality.

Champagne, caviar with creme fraiche and blinis, oysters ( I like the little ones), crab cakes, some sushi. What do you think, should I have some sake? I think I should.

The main course will start with a icy cold dirty gin martini followed by a caesar salad, steak medium rare, baked potato with all the dressing, garlic bread and a glass of red wine.

I love a good cheese, maybe something with morels in it? A fruit plate would be nice with mango, pineapple and papaya with lime.

How about a nice walk in the garden before dessert? Maybe a port? I know I want some lemon meringue pie for sure.

2026

I know better then to think a new year means things will be different. That’s one thing I do know. There are so many things I realize I do not know, don’t have a clue about. About to start my 76 year on this planet and I feel stupider than when I was forcibly removed from my mothers vagina with forceps. It’s not really a good feeling. This is what living in America today feels like, not good. If anyone from a different country is reading this know that at least half of the country is shocked by what the leaders (not my leaders) are doing. But we seem to be unable to figure out how to do anything about this mess that is America. I am so disgusted not only with this country but also myself for being so naive and believing in what I thought my country stood for. I do radio twice a week and I have been told not to talk about what is going on because we could lose our license. When I mentioned this to someone she said “think what it is like to be a teacher right now.” That really hit me.

I am concerned it is going to get worse before it will get better. It seems to get worse daily.

It won’t stop me from working on ways to help right the wrong but I know it will not be easy. There is a lot of hate and blind anger in this country.

Giving

As we live in this shit show that is 2025, there is so many things to be frustrated by. So many. One that is bothering me lately is the food shortages that are happening because many Americans lack the funds to feed their family. Due in part to the rising prices of food. Forget going organic, the prices are obscene especially if you want to buy local. So who comes to their rescue? Other poor Americans that know how it feels to be poor and unable to feed their family. It is always the poor who step up first to help. What bugs me is food banks and charities can’t really fix the problem they just offer a bandaid. In this country we seem to like bandaids better then solutions. I know I am stating the obvious when I scream to myself what we need is a LIVING WAGE for the worker bees (which I am) and for the Billionares to start paying taxes.

How much is enough? When does it stop?

Thinking back.

I was talking to a friend about the different tiny spaces I have lived in. One of the first was a boxcar in Lahaina that was two blocks from the harbor. Great location. It was all wood inside with shelves and hooks and the bathroom and shower were in another building adjacent to the boxcar. It was simple but the price was right, I was surrounded by banana and papaya trees and I could live by myself. Not an easy thing to do in Lahaina 1976. As I was talking about the boxcar I remembered how the queen mum newly married had a fight with Captain Rolly and decided to move in with me. What? Next thing I know there we are cozy in the boxcar. After a couple of days the Captain shows up, and doesn’t leave. I guess they were feeling the boxcar; (newlyweds) so I found a new home. The queen mum did this more than once to me.showing up and moving into my digs. I think she liked my taste in beach living. Miss you mum, thanks for all the laughs.

I’m a disc jockey

I have never been ambitious. I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up so I tried to avoid growing up.

I did want to be a dancer, a ballerina. My father said forget it you have fat ankles. So I did,  without even trying.

I never thought about being a disc jockey which is what I think of myself as now. But I still can’t quite work out what or who a disc jockey is, but I do have an example of a disc jockey.

One of the dj’s at my station was sick for weeks with a cold she could not get rid of. She sounded terrible but there she was ready to do her show (most dj’s I know are dedicated even if not paid). So she is hacking away barely able to talk and then she gets behind the microphone and turns up the pot and starts talking to her audience smooth as silk,  no indication at all she is sick. 

This story is an homage to Dusty Street. RIP

RADIO ON!

It’s time

Like many I am a nervous wreck thinking about Monday and the inauguration. The fact that it is on MLK day sickens me. Times like this you really need to lean in deep to your sense of humor.

Today I read on the air on KPTZ.org a piece by Marianne Williamson

Here it is

We’re living at a time when nothing will be as it was, a time of monsters but a time of angels, a time of great darkness but a time of great light.

For many, this is not an easy time. The world around us is a reflection of who we’ve been until now; the only way to repair the world is if we ourselves are willing to change. Each of us is being put through challenges, somehow perfect for making us who we need to be to do the things we need to do.

If we can all just be a little bit kinder, a little more merciful, and a lot more forgiving, that of itself will generate new beginnings.

And if you’re one of the people experiencing the deep and painful trauma of these times, know that you’re not alone. So many people feel as you do. Somehow, somewhere, Love will yet prevail for all. The thing we have to remember is that love can’t be something we’re just waiting to appear. Love is waiting for us, and can only appear when we are willing to channel it into the world.

I suggest you read it at least three times.

Managing Stress in Uncertain Times

I don’t know about you but I am working very hard not to get stressed out about the inauguration of “He who will not be named.” I know stress is bad for the body and I live with it all the time mainly due to my financial conditon which is in the red zone. So why do I seem to take on more stress by worrying about what is going on in my world? I have always been sensitve maybe even hyper sensitive. It can be a curse and a blessing (sometimes in disguise.) The past few weeks have felt so tense when I read about what is going on in the world, well not really the whole world more like my world. The fires in Southern California have caused so much pain too so many, I can’t help but relate. I have felt that kind of loss. I try to limit my internet scrolling, I spend more time paying attention to my thought, always working on calming the “monkey mind.” I like to think positive but I will admit I have to practice it because you don’t grow up Catholic without knowing how to go to the dark side of any situation.

I know in my heart all I can really do is try to live my life with compassion for others and patience for what I don’t understand. Writing helps me in that challenge of balance.

I’m petsitting at the moment and I find being around dogs and cats actually gives me endorphins that I crave. Helps calm the beast in me.

How do you calm the beast?

My First Experience Watching Tosca Live

I went to our local elegant theater to watch Tosca being presented by the Metropolitan Opera. I have listened to opera on the radio, but never watched a full opera. This one was translated on the screen which I’m not sure I really liked, my imagination seems better. And how come they sing for two minutes but the translation is four words? I mean I feel like they have left out something. The sets were beautiful, the singers fine but the orchestra I was unhappy with. Do you blame the conductor? Instead of complementing the singers, dancing with them, I felt like the orchestra was competing with the voices. And let’s get real; an orchestra is going to win that competition. Crazy. I know nothing about opera and here I am judging the performance. I think that is part of the experience of art. As the observer you get to decide, what you like and what you don’t.

Healing Through Music: My Grief Playlist Journey

As I work on my playlist this week I am sitting deep in grief. A woman I have known for 60 years has died. She was important to me.  I know my playlist will reflect my sorrow and so it goes. I listen to my music  and remember the first grief playlist I ever made. We were on our way to a hockey game when I got the call.  My father was dead. The first person I loved who had died and my world went black. We didn’t go the the game. I went into the living room and closed the door and started playing songs on the record player for Tom, for me. It was the only way I could deal with the pain. And here I am 49 years later still using music as a way to heal.