BozinSeK --Raritys, Oddities, and other things that make you go Hmmmmmmm

In response to B's question about great night music on the night people forum, I present you with Theory of a Deadman!!

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In my preparations for the Sunday Shows at Radio KBOZ, I dig through countless online newspapers looking for interesting stories to share with the listeners. I ran into this one today and thought I'd share it with you.

Exactly one hundred years ago today, at 9 PM, Reginald Fessenden fired up his transmitting station at Brant Rock, Massachusetts in order to broadcast a "brief speech". The host of the broadcast was Fessenden. After giving a resume of the program Fessenden played a recording of Handel's "Largo" on an Ediphone thus establishing two records - the first recording of the first broadcast.

Fessenden then dazzled his listeners with his talent as a violinist playing appropriately for the Christmas season, "Oh Holy Night" and actually singing the last verse as he played. Mrs. Helen Fessenden and Fessenden's secretary Miss Bent, had promised to read seasonal passages from the Bible including, "Glory to God in the highest -and on earth peace to men of good will," but when the time came to perform they stood speechless, paralyzed with mike fright. Fessenden took over for them and concluded the broadcast by extending Christmas greetings to his listeners - as well as asking them to write and report to him on the broadcast wherever they were. He also sent out a few other holiday jams and well-wishes to those spending Christmas "onboard US Navy and United Fruit Company ships equipped with Fessenden's wireless receivers."

Fessenden earned more than 500 patents in his lifetime, including credit for the "sonic depth finder, submarine signaling devices, inventor of the wireless telephone, the radio compass, the visible bullet for machine guns, and he also invented the first television set in North America in 1919."

Believe Me, the irony did not escape me, as I considered that a Hundred Years to the the day, I was broadcasting to sixteen countries and four continents from my converted dining room



Quite a motley group of DJ's wouldn't you say

Peace, Love and KBOZ

Merry Christmas !!



Happy Hanukkah!!



A Joyous Kwanzaa !!



Mucho Feliz Navidad !!



Isabel Wrote has her wish list, She wrote:

1. Handsome
2. Charming
3. Financially Successful
4. A Caring Listener
5. Witty
6. In Good Shape
7. Dresses with Style ( I stress this one!)
8. Appreciates the Finer Things
9. Full of Thoughtful Surprises
10. An Imaginative, Romantic Lover


Well OK. Your'e Wish Is My Command!








Merry Christmas from the Flinthills Classic, Radio KBOZ !! Join us December 24th for a special holiday adventure. We'll be broadcasting live to sixteen countries our very special Holiday Extravaganza. Join your loveable and totally unremarkable host Boz as he brings you the best in yuletide entertainment!!

We'll be tracking Santas Journey across the globe and giving you minute by minute updates on the Jolly Old Mans progress!

We'll be giving out prize packages on the hour compliments of the GREAT folks at the Opera Community. A special thanks goes out to those folks this holiday season for all the awesome help they have provided!

Joining us in the fun will be none other than everybodys favorite Redneck Umerikan, Earl Pitts who will provide us with pearls of his holiday wisdom.

Great Christmas tunes, from some of the greatest voices of all time. Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Britney Spears, Montgomery Gentry, Bing Crosby, Blink 182, Bob and Doug Mackenzie, Jars of Clay, Mariah Carey, Brad Paisley, The Eagles, Larry the Cable Guy, Tenacious D, Elvis!! The list goes on and on!

Be there or be SQUARE, and remember always....

Peace Love and KBOZ !!

You know, most of the times i can regurgitate a particular blog, so easily at times that it almost seems superflicious on the surface....

This is NOT one of them...

Sometimes, I tend to Wane Prophetic here, and more often than not, I do just the opposite...

I hope that you will endure me.

Ahhhhhhhhh.

Back in the day, lol, when this grizzled old man was just a wide-eyed innocent pup, I can vividly......almost as clear as the moment that I am speaking to you in...



remember stringing that wire across the tree outside my bedroom window, along side of the house, carefully....Oh so carefully, clicking off the feet in my mind (a shingle is exactly, twelve inches wide)

painstakinglly, making sure all the windings were, just so...







You see, I was about nine... a freckled face, too skinny for sports, kinda nerdy kinda kid. Not too much so that I was the last kid picked in a game of pickup football. Just nerdy enough, that it seemed my levis never quite matched my leg size. In other words, a rough go for a nine year old.

While most of the time, the kids in the neighborhood were out playing streetball or huddled around a 5 yard (which was actually closer to 2 feet) 3rd down... more than likely, I was huddled around a glowing set of tubes...Waiting for nighttime to close in and propagation to settle around me like a comfortable friend.

From there, with my AM reciever perched in the window sill. My antenna securely clipped to an old piece of rebar, drove into the soft ground next to the foundation of the house. My Wide, Nine year old eyes staring up into the night sky longingly, that I found my inner peace.

Enough painting a picture. I am sure you can relate.

Needless to say, I yearned for those nights when I could pull in a strong signal from the likes of KOA, Denver, Colorado, with one foot of its mighty antenna sitting in a small creek that fed off the winter snowmass, flowing into the Gulf of Mexico.

WHB, the 100,000 watt blowtorch out of Kansas City, with all its fabulous sportscasting.

WFLA, out of Florida.

WLS out of Chi town where I imagined every gangster was tuned in also.

The list goes on...

Well, Anywho... What precipated this somewhat errant blog, is that today...sixteen days after the fact...I read that my old friend Bob Lassiter, had passed on.

The Mad Dog...

That unrepentant, self serving, hypocritical, antagonistic, arrogant, King of the doubled sided razor sharp tongue, Sultan of the 20 second..... uhmmm. S.O.B.... after a LONGGGGG and agonizing battle with dual maladies, Diabetes and Cancer, had finally went screaming into the night.

And as usual, unapologetic as hell. Bless His Heart. Wouldn't allow a funeral. He said funeral services are for the friends of the deceased that didn't have the "heuvos" to say what REALLY mattered in life.

You see, I spent the greater part of my childhood with the likes of Dave Dawson, Mike Murphy, Art Bell, Don Imus, Neil Rogers and Bob, cussing the establishment, at the same time equally cussing those who could'nt or wouldn't think outside of the proverbial box...Hailing the little guy, while at the same time calling him a gutless wonder.

Might not be popular, nor be politically correct, but be prepared to listen to The Best Of The Best of Bob Lassiter this week on KBOZ. My little way of a tribute, so to speak...

Just seems appropriate...

And I'll think you'll come to understand what set him apart from the mindless, non thinking, deer-in-the-headlights mentality that is so persausive in commercial radio today.

And still, it leaves me a little hollow, as I stare up into the stars, tonight, wondering where this message reaches...


Peace...


RIP
Bro Lassiter
September 30, 1945 - October 13, 2006