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

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