“Too Alarmin’ Now To Talk About”

“Take your pictures down and shake it out.” – Foo Fighters

The wife and I took an overnight trip to Kansas City a few weekends ago. We had tickets for the Dodgers and Royals at Kaufman Stadium. My wife doesn’t want to watch baseball on tv, but she’s always very agreeable to a game in person. It’s the atmosphere. It’s the people-watching. Maybe it’s the $9 beers in souvenir cups. Whatever the combination, we found ourselves, KC hats properly worn, amidst a section of Dodger fans. Hell, a stadium of Dodgers fans wearing Kershaw, Betts, and Turner jerseys. Chants of “Let’s Go Dodgers!” rang early and often throughout a night that was scoreless through six innings thanks to the pitching of L.A.’s Tony Gonsolin and the Royals’ Daniel Lynch. I told my wife before the game that it would be a minor miracle if Lynch survived five innings giving up two or fewer runs. Somehow the holder of an ERA north of five gave up two measly hits to the best team in baseball before being lifted after five scoreless innings. The talent of the Dodgers would ultimately prevail in an 8-3 victory.

Hanging out by the fountains where we almost witnessed a KC fan get into a fight with three Dodgers fans. He wisely walked away.

But whenever the subject of the Kansas City Royals pops up, my all-time favorite Royal comes to mind… Buddy Biancalana! Well actually, in the early to mid 80’s there was one I favored slightly more, and he wasn’t just my favorite Royal, he was arguably my favorite player in baseball at the time.

George Howard Brett.

Tough. Gritty. Emotional. Brett played 21 seasons for the Royals. The Hall of Famer is one of the greatest hitters ever, and also the holder of one the iconic moments in baseball history.

My wife and I walked around the stadium and sauntered into the Royals Hall of Fame located just past the left field bleachers where all of the iconic Royals and newsworthy events through the years can be found. And there it was… in all of it’s glory… the bat.

Home plate umpire Tim McClelland cannot possibly like this photo.

Sunday, July 24, 1983 at the old Yankee stadium in New York City featured a matchup where both the Yankees and Royals were in the thick of the playoff race in their respective divisions. Temperatures were in the low to mid 70’s and Tim McClelland was the home plate umpire that day. Nearly 34,000 were in attendance mostly to cheer on their Yankees who were two games behind Toronto and Baltimore in the old AL East while the opponent Royals were just one game back of the Texas Rangers and Chicago White Sox in the old AL Central.

George Brett was a MVP candidate in the middle of a season that would see him hit .310 with 25 homers and 93 RBI’s. But coming into the 90th game of the season that day Brett was actually hitting over .350 at the time with 19 homers and 60 RBI’s. Those numbers even included a few weeks on the disabled list with a fractured pinky toe that he suffered when he apparently ran into a door jam in his house in an effort to watch good friend Bill Buckner bat on tv.

“Truth or consequence, say it aloud. Use that evidence, race it around.”

The Yankees held a 4-3 lead heading into the 9th thanks to RBI’s from Don Baylor and Dave Winfield. Prior to his final at-bat, Brett was 2-4 and now stood in the batters’ box facing Hall of Fame Yankee pitcher Goose Gossage. Teammate UL Washington was on base when Goose tried to throw a high heater by Brett, who promptly turned on it and hit it over the right field wall. And, well, then it got fun….

A couple of things stand out for me rewatching this video. One is how angry the Royals bench is at the poor bat boy for not getting Brett’s bat back into the dugout at about the 0:49 second mark. You had ONE job! Lol. Second is how well Billy Martin lobbied the umpires during this whole process. Where was Royals’ skipper Dick Howser during the whole time Martin is telling the umpires what should happen? And of course Brett’s manic reaction at being called out. I also didn’t remember that (then Kansas City pitcher) Gaylord Perry apparently took the bat from McClelland down into the tunnel and security and staffers were chasing him into the tunnel.

The Royals obviously appealed the decision to call Brett out. Thankfully then American League President (do the two leagues still have separate presidents?) Lee MacPhail sided with Kansas City citing the “spirit of the restriction” on pine tar on bats was based not on the fear of unfair advantage, but instead on the economics. Any contact with pine tar would discolor the ball, making it unsuitable for play, and requiring that it be discarded and replaced. This increased the home team’s cost of supplying balls for a given game. MacPhail ruled that Brett had not violated the spirit of the rules nor deliberately “altered [the bat] to improve the distance factor.”

The two teams finished the game a few weeks later on August 18th with Dan Quisenberry locking it down for the Royals in the bottom of the 9th officially giving the Royals a 5-4 win. Not surprisingly, Billy Martin and the Yankees played the end of the game “under protest.”

“There goes my hero. Watch him as he goes.”

Heroes come and go, particularly sports heroes when you’re a kid. My 1983 baseball hero, George Brett, was not my 1993 baseball hero, and my 1993 baseball hero was not my 2003 baseball hero and so on. Times and seasons and players change. That’s sports. That’s life. But when your hero is your dad, it’s an entirely different story. That one sticks forever.

The kid lost his dad way too young. I lost mine as a 50 year old in 2021 and it still sucks. I’m probably still oversensitive to stories of men losing fathers, but the kid is only 16. He needs a father more than ever at that age. He’s always wanted to be a drummer even telling comedian Dave Chappelle once that he didn’t skate because he didn’t want to hurt his arm. He wanted to follow in his father’s legendary footsteps.

If you missed the Foo Fighters tribute concert at Wembly Stadium dedicated to their recently deceased drummer Taylor Hawkins, then you missed this stellar performance where Taylor’s 16 years old son, Shane, sat in for a very impressive (borderline tearful) performance for the very fitting Foos’ song from 1997. Check out the Foo Fighters with Shane Hawkins on drums and “My Hero”…

Somewhere amongst the kid’s great hair, flailing arms, and pumping legs, Shane Hawkins is pounding out his hurt and his emptiness and it’s both beautiful and heartbreaking all at the same time.

Here’s to you dear reader, and here’s to your heroes.


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“It Seems Like Yesterday”

“But it was long ago.” – Bob Seger

It sure was, Bob. It sure was.

There are some songs that I never tire of. Songs that cause me to write sentences ending with prepositions. There are songs that cause me to pause, to reflect on events, reflect on friends and families and reflect about places in time. They cause my mind to wander like a never-ending restless night. They cause my breathing to beat in-time to the mid-tempo melodies and rhythms. These songs ease my tension, and these songs somehow fill me with the constant contronyms of happiness and sorrow giving their all in what at times feels like a heavyweight title fight. These are the songs I have no problem turning up every time they come on the radio. I don’t mind putting them on repeat in my headphones while the cursor searches for words on an empty screen.

This is one of those songs.

“We were young and strong. We were running against the wind.”

It was the dawn of a new decade when Seger released this song in the spring of 1980. It was a decade that unknowingly would forever rest within my core. One that would birth this unexplainable thing called a blog nearly 40 years later. I was just a skinny nine-year old kid in 1980 with a shy demeanor, curly brown hair, and just going about my business of being an adolescent growing up in a small town in Oklahoma doing things that other nine year old boys were doing – riding bikes through the woods, playing with Star Wars action figures, collecting baseball cards, and donating quarter after quarter to a company called Namco in support of a yellow dot-digesting sphere. We were busy shooting hoops, fielding ground balls on dusty fields, playing tag on the playground, and praying that P.E. class would include dodgeball that day.

There were no deadlines save the occasional book report. There were no commitments except those games of sport that were waiting for us every afternoon and evening during the summer. I didn’t care who our president was. I didn’t care about inflation or the GDP. I cared if Terry Bradshaw threw a touchdown pass. I cared if my dad’s basketball team won or lost. I cared about building the coolest treehouse ever, and I cared about creating fictional newspapers and making up video games in my head and putting them on paper for my friends. I cared about Billy Joel and Kenny Rogers and Kool and the Gang. I cared about the music then and I still do.

“(Against the wind) watch the young man run.”

In 1980, we were running against the wind, with the wind, in spite of the wind, it made no difference. The wind only mattered on the outdoor basketball courts and hitting golf balls around the neighborhood, and of course when the occasional tornado spun close by (it was Oklahoma after all). The wind was a mere nuisance for us much of the time. We were immortal in 1980.

We were the wind.

“Well those drifter’s days are past me now
I’ve got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out.”

“I’m older now, but still running against the wind.”

In April of 1980, Bob Seger was already 35 and had just finished his ELEVENTH studio album when he released this song. It was the second single off of the album of the same name. The song immediately started its’ ascension peaking at #5 in June. Backed by The Silver Bullet Band, the album version features backing vocals by Bob’s pal, the late, great Glenn Frey. The song made a resurgence in 1994 when it was famously used in the Tom Hanks’ classic movie “Forrest Gump,” and its’ subsequent soundtrack.

“My mama always said you have to put the past behind you before you can move on.” – Forrest Gump

I know many Seger fans will choose “Turn the Page” or “Night Moves” or even “Old Time Rock & Roll” as the best song from his extensive catalog, but for my money give me the mellow guitar, the beautiful piano backdrop and Seger’s great lyrics. The song essentially is about growing older and confronting memories of the past and it seems to mean more to me as the years roll on even though I’ve listened to it thousands of times.

“Let the cowboys ride!” (I just wanted to include that lyric because I love it). A former high school cross-country runner, here is Bob Seger and the beautiful “Against the Wind…”

Whether you’re currently running with or against the win, I hope you’re still running. I still am.


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“She’s Got Legs. She Knows How to Use Them.”

“She never begs, she knows how to choose them.” – ZZ Top

A few weeks ago a good friend of mine called me shortly after 5 pm while I was still sitting at my desk in my office and not using my legs at all. He had the good fortune of inheriting some lawn seating tickets to the evening’s concert just down the street from my office, and he asked if I wanted to go. I quickly accepted his offer and I was off to meet him for a concert featuring that “little ol’ band from Texas” known as ZZ Top.

I had never been to a ZZ Top concert, nor do I consider myself a huge ZZ Top fan, so I had very little in the way of expectations. To be fair, I find my expectations are fairly low these days for any acts from the 70’s or 80’s. These guys are old now, you know. I had a little knowledge of some of their early stuff from the 70’s, but I really grew up on their MTV 80’s songs – “Gimme All Your Lovin’,” “Sharp Dressed Man,” “Sleeping Bag,” and of course today’s featured song and video.

So I met my buddy, Micah, at The WalMart Amp. We sat in the outdoor bar area eating overpriced food and drinking overpriced drinks watching people try to reclaim a little of their youth. The opening act was a band called Oreo Blue, and they were very solid. The guys seemed to be about the same age as the ZZ Top guys, so I assume they’re probably all friends.

My buddy Micah is a guitar player and so he has a vastly different perspective and appreciation for the skill and nuances of guitar players. Me, on the other hand, I like to ask him guitar questions from the perspective of someone who has never had an ounce of guitar chops. Sure, I could ALMOST play “Every Rose Has Its’ Thorn” on my acoustic guitar at one time many years ago, but since then my skills have eroded back down from slightly above nothing to nothing again. So instead of talking like I know anything at all about playing the guitar, I ask Micah (who plays guitar for our church) important questions like why can’t you play “Stairway to Heaven” at church service or “Money For Nothing” when the tithe and offerings are being taken? What would be wrong with playing some Doobie Brothers’ “Jesus is Just Alright With Me” as a backdrop to prayer? Like I said, important questions.

After Oreo Blue, we moved onto the lawn a little closer to the stage where we sat behind a couple of guys that actually looked to be in their 20’s or early 30’s. For the next hour and 20 or 30 minutes, we were all entertained by ZZ Top. For a three-piece band, they sounded much fuller than I expected, and well, Billy Gibbons’ rough, bluesy voice still sounds rough and bluesy.

Bottom line – I’m glad I was able to go see ZZ Top, and the moral of this story is that it’s good to have friends, but even better to have friends that enjoy cool music and don’t mind ridiculous questions.

“She’s got a dime all of the time
Stays out at night, movin’ through time”

These guys have moved through time for sure – four decades to be exact. I believe you can still watch it on Netflix, but the 2019 documentary “ZZ Top: That Little Ol’ Band From Texas” is worth a watch. It may be just a tad bit long (90 minutes) for the casual fan, but it’s full of interviews and performances and gives a detailed, in-depth look at the three original founders – Billy Gibbons, bassist Dusty Hill, and drummer Frank Beard, who ironically is the only clean shaven member. The timing of the documentary was pretty impeccable as original bassist Dusty Hill passed away in his sleep on July 28, 2021 at the age of 72 leaving a long, bearded hole in the band which had many wondering if we would ever see any incarnation of ZZ Top again.

That question has been answered with Elwood Francis, a well renowned and respected guitar tech in the industry. He plays in his own band, The Mighty Skullhead, and has over 30 years of experience. And at some point and time before he passed, Dusty had wished Elwood would take over on bass should he not be able to continue playing.

When I think about ZZ Top in the 80’s, this is probably the first song that comes to mind for me mostly because of its’ iconic video featuring the furry, spinning, sheepskin covered guitars and of course the ZZ Top girls coming to the rescue of our young bullied couple. The song was actually the fourth single off of the “Eliminator” album and peaked at #8 on the Billboard Hot 100, but the video won the 1984 MTV Video Music Awards video for best group video. Here is “Legs”…

During this concert, I texted my wife a picture of Elwood and told her this would be me in a few years. So check out Elwood (fitting in very well with his bandmates) on his furry sheepskin bass along with Billy and Frank on the live 2022 version of “Legs”…

Thanks for reading.


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“I’ve Been Caught Stealing”

“Once when I was five.” – Jane’s Addiction

Jane’s Addiction frontman Perry Farrell was apparently caught stealing once when he was five. Big. Deal. There was a man who was a master when it came to getting caught. In fact, he was caught stealing 334 more times than Farrell! His name is Rickey Henderson.

“People say I stole a lot of bases. I stole bases for a reason. I crossed the plate.” – Rickey Henderson

I was a big fan of those late 80’s/early 90’s Oakland A’s teams and I loved watching the all-time king of thefts swipe bags and hit bombs. But I am ashamed to admit that I traded Rickey Henderson. Twice. It was early 1984, and judging by the photo above, Jane’s Addiction is disgusted with what I did too. Obviously, I didn’t trade Rickey literally, but in the world of sports card trading instead. I was 12 and we were still a few years away from “The Bash Brothers” (unless you consider Dave Kingman and Dwayne Murphy the ’84 version), and the dominating run of the Oakland A’s when I dealt away TWO perfectly fine 1980 Topps Rickey Henderson rookie cards.

The 1980 Rickey Henderson rookie card.

The handful of magic beans I received that day for my two Hendersons is still a hazy memory, and I’m probably better for that fact. I would like to think I received something of equal or better value that day, but the memory of my friend Tim showing one of our friends the value of the Henderson cards in my Beckett Price Guide after our trade that day leads me to believe I was probably suckered by a few later year Bobby Murcer or Rod Carew cards (two of “my guys” back in 1984; Carew because he was a future Hall of Fame hitting machine, Murcer because I had his autograph and he was a native Oklahoman like myself). Whatever the transaction, I am almost positive I was on the losing end of it then and now.

My actual official price guide from 1984 still in my possession.
Back in 1984, the Henderson cards were worth $3-$5 each, which is practically a thousand dollars when you’re 12.

By 1984 Henderson was about four seasons into his major league career. Prince and Tina Turner were blowing up the charts and “Ghostbusters” and “Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom” were leading the way at the box office. Henderson was a young rising star then, but we didn’t really know how bright his star would shine or how his career would finish. We do now. He finished as the all-time leader in steals (1,406), runs (2,295), and leadoff home runs (81). His rookie card is now worth in upwards of $400 in mint condition – a mere 9,900% increase (approximately). Rickey was a 10 time all-star, two-time World Series champion, and is widely regarded as the greatest leadoff hitter in the history of baseball, and also one of the greatest to ever refer to himself in the third person.

“Rickey was never motivated by stats. He was motivated by numbers. Wins, runs, steals.” – Rickey Henderson

Rickey stole his first base ever in his first game in the big leagues on June 24, 1979 off of the Texas Rangers’ battery of John Henry Johnson and Jim Sundberg. And it would be in just Rickey’s third game on June 26, 1979 when Paul Splitteroff of the Kansas City Royals picked him off from second base marking the first official caught stealing of Rickey’s 24-season, nine-team major league career.

And thus, began Rickey’s long illustrious career of being caught stealing.

“Don’t worry, Rickey, you’re still the best.” – Rickey Henderson

(AP Photo/Eric Risberg, File)

“Hey all right! If I get by, it’s mine. Mine all mine!”

As I referenced at the beginning of this post, the opening line of this classic song is grounded in fact as Jane’s Addiction lead singer Perry Farrell was caught trying to steal a rubber bouncy ball called a Pennsy Pinky at a local candy store in Queens back in the mid 60’s when Perry was just a young pup.

Farrell’s story reminded me of a time when I was also about five myself in the mid 70’s in Stillwater, Oklahoma. I was an enrollee of Mrs. Collins’ Kiddie College preschool, and there was a boy that convinced me to sneak into the front hallway where all of the coats were hung. He proceeded to start checking the coat jacket pockets so I did the same thing and I remember my little fingers grasping onto a Hot Wheels car that he and I took turns playing with. Crime pays! I don’t remember getting caught but thankfully my moral compass pointed me away from a life of kleptomania. Thus, a life of stealing or getting caught was not in the cards for me.

“When I want something,
I don’t want to pay for it
I walk right through the door. Walk right through the door.”

Formed in 1985, Jane’s Addiction is regarded as one of the early frontrunners for 90’s alternative rock bands. Drugs and dissent tore this volatile group apart shortly after their most well known hit captured the hearts and minds of rebellious youth in 1990. With Farrell’s dog Annie barking out the intro, here is Jane’s Addiction and their Modern Rock Chart #1 hit from 1990, “Been Caught Stealing”…

If Rickey Henderson owns this song just remember: “Rickey doesn’t have albums. Rickey has cds.

Thanks for reading, and remember thou shalt not steal… unless you’re Rickey Henderson.


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“Slippin’ and A-Slidin’, Peepin’ and A-Hidin'”

“Been told a long time ago.” – Little Richard

Another vessel of my 80’s youth passed away unexpectedly recently.

An endless bundle of high energy wrapped inside of a dog costume with an Oklahoma University basketball uniform, Kenny “Top Daug” Evans died on June 14th. Widely considered the best to ever wear the popular mascot costume, Evans was The Top Daug. Evans entertained the crowd when Billy Tubbs and the Oklahoma Sooners were one of the most dominant basketball programs in the country in the late 80’s and early 90’s. The Sooners had made the transition from underdogs to top dogs. My dad was a part of that ride for six seasons from 1984-1990 so I witnessed first hand some great basketball, but also one of the best mascots ever.

“Top Daug” was retired in 2004 in favor of the two pony mascots, “Boomer” and “Sooner,” but in 2020 the university un-retired Top Daug and the popular mascot was back roaming the sidelines, pulling on his ears, and slippin’ and slidin’ his way into the hearts of a whole new generation.

Top Daug with two of my cousins Jennifer (l), Kimberlee (r) and my sister Kari (middle)

I reconnected with Kenny via Facebook many years ago where I followed along his adventures living in Phoenix. His posts promoted his faith and his family and friends, and many of his posts featured his youngest son Kieron, who just finished sixth grade. Any age is a tough age to lose your dad, but I know Kieron will keep the wonderful memories of Kenny with him forever just as those of us that were around him even for the briefest moment will do as well. It was a brief moment indeed as Kenny first wore the Top Daug costume beginning in the 1987 season becoming a local celebrity. He wore it through 1990 and then again several years later when Kelvin Sampson asked him to put the costume back on during the 2002-03 season.

My parents kept a photo album from a going away party that their friends and colleagues had for them when my dad left OU in 1990. It was a 50’s themed party, and making an appearance at that party was one Kenny Evans. He didn’t show up as “Top Daug,” but instead as Little Richard, and it always made my dad laugh to look back at pictures of Kenny from that party.

“Little Richard,” Kenny Evans and my dad circa 1990

My last correspondence with Kenny was last August just after my dad passed away. He reached out to me through Facebook…


Hey Kyle! Kenny Evans here. Man! I didn’t know that Coach passed away. OMG! This is a shocker. This hurts. How’s Mom and how are you all doing? Please accept my prayers and condolences. Coach was such an Amazing Man and a gentle spirit. He helped my mascot career so much because he inspires me with his smiles, laughs and stories.

8/17/21, 2:00 PM

You sent:

Thanks so much Kenny. He loved you and you were always “The” Top Daug. He always laughed thinking about you coming to his 50’s going away party dressed like Little Richard. Thanks so much for reaching out.



Sending Big Hugs to you all!!

Kenny Evans

Kenny wrote how my dad “inspired” him. Well, for friends, family, and those that just had the good fortune to be witness to Kenny’s many performances through the years (he was also “Boomer,” the 1989 U.S. Olympic Festival mascot, “Globie” for the Harlem Globetrotters, and “Sergeant Slammer” for the Oklahoma City Cavalry of the Continental Basketball Association), I know that Kenny inspired many many people during his life as well.

For those of you not familiar, this old story about Kenny as “Top Daug” will give you a good idea…

Also, as an OU fan, the end of this video sucks watching the Kansas Jayhawks win the national championship game against OU, but Kenny can be seen opening the video at the five second mark and my dad almost gets run over by a Villanova player diving for the ball at the 29 second mark, so this video will always be special to me.

Take care and thanks for reading. RIP Kenny.


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“Sorry Mate, Don’t Take Checks”

“Just loads of money” – Harry Enfield

“Loadsofmoney” Photo by Rex Features

Did you hear about the dwarf convict who recently escaped from prison?

He’s now a small medium at-large.

You’re welcome, and a happy Father’s Day weekend to all of the fathers, grandfathers, step-fathers, surrogate fathers, and future fathers!

In 1988, I was a junior in high school and my best Barry drove a late 70’s model green Chrysler LeBaron. It was a big, bold thing of beauty. The four door sedan (which if I recall correctly) had been given to him by his grandparents. It was a very clean, spacious car that had been kept in excellent condition with green exterior and green cloth interior. I have no idea how many miles it had on it at the time, but I vividly remember that it had an 8 track tape deck for all of those Skynyrd or Kansas 8 tracks! The 8 track was about obsolete in 1988, so Barry had a converter that allowed you to play cassette tapes instead, and blast the sounds of Motley Crue or Def Leppard from the pretty decent factory stereo system.

By looking at this ad, the green 1978 Chrysler LeBaron was apparently an off-road machine, and women liked a man with a green off-road piece of Chrysler engineering.

Somewhere along the line of our junior year in high school, Barry began bringing a joke book or two with him in the LeBaron. He usually had one in the backseat or in the glove box or maybe in the middle console. The jokes were typically harmless, sometimes tasteless jokes – perfect for two adolescent teens. The few that I do remember from so long ago came from a section in one of the books with jokes about lepers:

Why did they have to stop the leper hockey game? Because there was a face off in the corner.

Why did they stop the leper football game? Because there was a hand off at the fifty yard line.

So occasionally during our lunch hour drives from the Norman High School campus to Roy Rogers Restaurant or Pizza Hut on Lindsey Street, a crude, amateur joke-telling session would break out.

I called Barry a few weeks ago, because I’d been thinking about him. The reason: I stumbled upon and now subscribe to a “Daily Dad Jokes” podcast, and the jokes I hear remind me of those days. Leper jokes may not be in vogue anymore, but in their place are plenty of “dad jokes.” So just as Barry and I traded jokes over 35 years ago, I now occasionally walk up to my co-workers throughout the day, and drop one of these beauties:

What did 8 say to 3?

Where’s your other half?

or this one which is very apropos since I work at a bank…

“I was turned down for a loan recently at the Bank of Trigonometry, because I couldn’t find a guarantor to cosine on the agreement.”

I then receive what every good/bad dad joke receives – plenty of smiles, head shakes, eye rolls, and the obligatory “oh no, that was bad” remarks. I refuse to let “the haters” deter me though! I will carry on just as Barry did in spite of my numerous “that was terrible” comments which did not deter him back in 1988. Missing are the carefree lunch hours at Norman High School from our youth, and instead we are both fathers to grown daughters of our own (shoutout to Caroline and Taylor!). But the fading memories of hilarious lunches from years ago still linger.

The jokes must go on!

“Do up the house. Money makes the world go around. Money makes the world go around. All this scratchin’ is makin’ me rich!”

Speaking of ridiculous jokes, English comedian, actor, writer, and director Harry Enfield created a satirical character named “Loadsamoney” at the height of the Barry joke-book popularity back in 1988. The character was formed in reaction to the policies of the Thatcher government, and the novelty song became a UK sensation that led to a sold-out tour centered around today’s song that was actually a #4 hit on the UK charts. I knew nothing of the Thatcher government policies in 1988 (and frankly I didn’t care), so I really had no clue as to what Harry was hoping to accomplish with this song and video.

With “Lance” on lead guitar and scratching on the turntable, shut your mouth, and see if there is any way you can make it through the whole video. If you make it through, consider it a Father’s Day miracle and drop me a comment to let me know how you did it! Here is Harry Enfield and his annoying creation, “Loadsamoney (Doin’ Up the House).” Barry-approved.

What are the chances of a cow standing in field getting struck by lightening?

Medium rare!

Hey-oh! Have a great day, thanks for reading, and go tell a dad joke or two today.


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“You Must Be the Fine Hairs”

“You must be the frown. You must be the reason all the lights go down” – The Gourds

The phone doesn’t ring anymore. The texts stopped years ago. To be fair, she doesn’t even have a phone, and honestly I don’t think she even knows it. She barely knows who I am. My mom recognizes my face, and I’m still her son on occasion, but at other times I become her brother or her husband. She even told me the other day that I’m her “favorite husband.” I’m not sure how many husbands she thinks she has, but I try not to correct her. There’s no need to at this point. I just smile and hug her or hold her hand.

For some strange reason, I actually had the intentions of trying to make this post into a poem. I’ve always admired those with the natural gift of rhythm, rhyme, meter, form, etc., but to me it has always seemed very confusing, too difficult, and just too elusive for my simple mind. But, I digress.

My wife and I recently saw the new Dr. Strange movie, and (not to spoil it) there are various versions of Dr. Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch) in different times and locations throughout “the Metaverse” in the movie. I often think that my mom lives in different times and places in her mind – her own Metaverse of sorts with her own different reality in each. It’s all disjointed and peculiar and despairing to observe a dementia patient in person.

Not being able to connect with a parent via the telephone is an odd thing for sure. When my dad was alive, I used to get phone calls from him – at all times of the day. Sometimes I welcomed those calls. Other times, I cringed when I saw he was calling. Some of the calls were just so he could tell me an amusing story or ask me a random question, but the last few years that wasn’t the case as much. I saved the voicemails. Not all of them. I started saving the voicemails as far back as six years ago knowing that one day I’d miss his voice and want to hear it again. As my mom’s battle with dementia grew worse, so did the anger and frustration in my dad’s voice. I don’t think he ever really accepted her future, and I can understand. It’s a tough thing to accept and a helpless, lonely feeling that I know took so much out of my dad the final years of his life. Even though the later calls were tinged with desperation and depression, I still strangely miss them.

My wife and I just finished watching the final two episodes left on the DVR of the sixth and final season of the incredibly well-written and acted NBC hit drama, “This is Us.” It was a brilliant run for the fictitious Pearson family, but it also hit very close to home these past few seasons. Spoiler alert: The matriarch of the family, Rebecca Pearson (played beautifully by Mandy Moore), develops dementia. I knew these final episodes focusing on her battle, her care, and how it affects the family were coming. I just didn’t know they would land this hard. My wife gave me a big hug after one of the recent episodes. She could see the pain in my eyes because I could relate and I know my dad could have related to some of particularly difficult, heart-warming scenes. Mandy Moore’s character did the disease justice just as my mom continues to do in real life. So for now, the silent destroyer continues to carry on within a woman who has no use for a telephone.

And maybe I do have a poem inside of me. A one word poem.


“Steeple full of swallows
Hammer in the weeds
Heart full of my head
Mosquitos on my feet”

I have a co-worker that loves a mid-90’s alt-country band named The Gourds. I’d never heard of them even though the band was formed in Austin and they made their way up north and played many shows in Oklahoma years ago. They’re probably most famous for their clever and pretty cool cover of Snoop Dogg’s “Gin & Juice,” but they were much more than a one-time parody cover band. They took “hiatus” in 2013 after 19 years together, and the band members have all gone their own ways with lead singer Kevin Russell and drummer Keith Langford now performing as part of the band known as the Shinyribs.

After listening to The Gourds most popular songs on Spotify, I stumbled across today’s gem (not listed among their top 10). With its melancholy sound and Russell’s piercing voice, it’s easily my favorite song of theirs. I can’t tell you exactly what this song means, but sometimes things make sense even when they don’t, and somehow it just fits with today’s post.

From their 2007 album “Noble Creatures,” I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do. Have a listen for the first time or the thousandth time to “Steeple Full of Swallows”

As always, thanks for reading, and donate to the cure.


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“And When it Rains You’re Shining Down for Me”

“And I just can’t get enough. And I just can’t get enough” – Depeche Mode

(L-R) Andy Fletcher, Vince Clarke, Martin Gore, and Dave Gahan in 1981.

When I heard Depeche Mode’s Andy Fletcher passed away it reminded me that I went through a Depeche Mode phase in college. Granted, it was a short phase, but for a time in the early 90’s I had their popular “101” double live cd on constant rotation. I wasn’t dressing in all black or wearing eyeliner, or in a constant state of youthful brooding bemoaning “why doesn’t anyone understand me!” No, I was just enjoying the effervescent, melodic, synth-pop melodies of a foursome hailing from the UK.

For others, bands like Depeche Mode and The Cure resonated to their very core during the 80’s and into the early 90’s. I was never much of a Cure fan (I’ve since somewhat begrudgingly come around to their music). I always preferred the music of their dark, synth-pop danceable cousins an hour and half north of where The Cure formed. Unlike The Cure though (whose only constant through the years has been lead singer Robert Smith), three of the four original members of DM have remained together all of these years later – Dave Gahan, Martin Gore, and Andy Fletcher. Only original member Vince Clarke left the group about a year after their debut album, “Speak & Spell” was released in 1981.

If you didn’t enjoy synthesizers, repetitive sounds, dark and/or kinky repetitive lyrics, then you probably didn’t think much of Depeche Mode. Like I mentioned, I was just a casual fan going through a “101” phase. In fact, if you had asked me to name any member of the group, I wouldn’t have been able to give you a correct answer then or even as recent as a few days ago. So when I heard founding member Andy Fletcher passed away at the age of 60 from natural causes, I had to Google: “Which member of Depeche Mode was Andy Fletcher?” When Google returned a picture of the red head during the height of his fame in the 80’s, I said to myself “oh, that one.”

Fletcher (or “Fletch” as he was referred to) was the only member of Depeche Mode that did not sing, but was viewed as the backbone and businessman of the group. He also apparently acted as mediator between the moody Gahan and the more flamboyant Gore. Fletcher even clarified the band’s roles in the two-hour “Depeche Mode 101” film by D.A. Pennebaker that you can watch on Youtube: “Martin’s the songwriter. Alan’s the good musician (Alan left the band in 1995). Dave’s the vocalist, and I bum around.”

Released in March of 1989, the album and film’s title “101” references the band’s 101st and final tour date in 1988 at The Rose Bowl in Pasadena from their “Music For the Masses” tour. The film features a lot of live performance from Depeche Mode combined with video of a group of kids that won a contest to be in a film following the band from city to city on their own bus.

Perhaps “Rolling Stone” writer Rob Sheffield captured Andrew Fletcher the best saying “As Depeche Mode kept getting kinkier and gothier, Fletch kept giving the vibe of an affable accountant who wandered into the industrial sex club by mistake. He always seemed to have the same haircut, the same glasses, the same dry smirk. The closest he came to the others’ theatrical decadence was lip-synching the screams in the “Master and Servant” video.

“Just like a rainbow
You know you set me free
And I just can’t get enough
And I just can’t get enough”

I’m not posting the “Master and Servant” video, but instead the band’s first single released in the U.S. in 1981. The single peaked at #8 in the UK and made the top 30 dance track hits in the U.S.

The video has to be the most uncomfortable look Fletch every put forth in a music video, because the “affable accountant” looks totally out of place in his leather vest and biker hat. He looks much more in his element wearing a suit and tie later on this video and maybe that’s what made him so right for Depeche Mode.

Here is the video for “Just Can’t Get Enough”…

Thanks for bumming around and R.I.P. Andy Fletcher.


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“With One Foot in the Past, Now Just How Long Will it Last?”

“Now, now, now, have you no ambitions?” – Tears for Fears

Roland Orzabal (l) and Curt Smith (r), better known as Tears for Fears

Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith met as teenagers in England in the 1970’s and have been connected ever since with their band Tears for Fears. They have been through the ups and downs afforded any duo that has a longevity like they do – excitement, passion, stardom, superstardom, complacency, struggles, boredom, separation, reconciliation, reunion, and a different cycle begins anew. Both now in their early 60’s, I wonder if they hear the aforementioned line from their very simple love song “Head Over Heels,” and the words wash over them differently and with a whole new perspective and meaning than they did when they were written and sung by them back in their mid 20’s. I’m sure it has to.

Sometimes I write and edit and read these posts that marry “one foot in the past” with the present, and I just think to myself “you’re just, just, just wasting time.” Quit looking back so much to your youthful musical passions. Look ahead! Be in the present! Forget about 1985 Tears for Fears! Focus on 2022 Tears for Fears instead!

But how can we focus or learn anything about 2022 TFF without knowing who 1985 TFF was? I’ve read that people who have above average nostalgic tendencies are thought to be more aware of who they once were, and are able to compare it to who they are today thus understanding themselves better than most others. Maybe that’s what this post is all about. Sometimes I don’t even know where these words will lead me other than ultimately to some great music. There are certain Enneagram numbers and Meyers-Briggs personality abbreviations for those of us that enjoy a hearty helping of past times, but I do wonder sometimes if too much of the past is a hindrance for living in the present.

“I made a fire, and watching it burn
Thought of your future”

In reading all-things Tears for Fears over the past several days, I’ve realized that if Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith didn’t look back at who they once were, then they may have never felt the need for TFF to have a legacy that now stretches into 2022. Orzabal lost his wife in 2017 (more on that below), and he was quoted recently with the following revelation:

I thought that was it, because Caroline had gone, Alan Griffiths” (– a long-time Tears for Fears collaborator) – “was gone, and immediately my mind went to Curt. That’s when I thought: This guy’s really important. It was obvious – it’s really obvious to a lot of people – but then all of a sudden you think, Oh no, this partnership is right, we’ve done great things. And the story’s not over – thank God!

Thank God, indeed. And speaking of Curt, he had spent the better part of the last 20 years being a stay-at-home dad to his two daughters whom didn’t even realize was a famous musician in their younger years, but was instead just a dad that “went to the gym.” Smith did some acting and has a handful of solo albums, but his artistic legacy lay with a band who hadn’t produced any meaningful work in 17 years, hadn’t had any minor hits since the early 90’s and no major hit since 1986’s “Sowing the Seeds of Love.”

The acting part was interesting though and led me down this rabbit hole: Did you know Curt Smith was a guest star on the old comedy-drama detective show “Psych”? My wife and I watched this show on the regular between 2006-2014, and I have absolutely no memory of Smith appearing on the show, but he did in episodes from seasons five, seven, and eight. He even sang at show’s final wrap party in 2013 with the stars of the show (James Roday, Dule’ Hill, and Timothy Omundson) providing backing vocals onstage. (By the way, check out Dule’ Hill’s dance moves that are straight from the actual 1985 TFF video that begin at the 3:46 mark).

At some point I’m going to have to find the “Psych” episodes Curt appeared in and watch them.

“In my mind’s eye
One little boy, one little man
Funny how time flies”

I saw Tears for Fears in concert along with Hall and Oates in Tulsa in May 2017, and one of the reasons I wanted to feature this duo is because they just released their seventh studio album and first one since 2004’s “Everyone Loves a Happy Ending,” (which I’ll admit I’ve never listened to). Seventeen years since their last album speaks to the complexities of musical relationships for sure. Smith and Orzabal have had a musical marriage of sorts where I’m sure they’ve occasionally thought of themselves as a couple “married with a lack of vision.” I think what the 17 year hiatus ultimately showed Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith is that they each will forever be intertwined into the other’s life, but also with the knowledge that there is an incredible legacy that still has some blank pages with words waiting to fill them.

If we’re honest with ourselves, we all have relationships like that. And the words are waiting.

“And this is my four leaf clover
I’m on the line, one open mind
This is my four leaf clover.”

Before we get to their new album, let’s put one foot in the past with a look back to that simple love song from 1985. The song only reached #12 in their homeland, but peaked at #3 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100. It was the fourth single from their massively successful “Songs From the Big Chair” album. With Roland on lead vocals, here is Tears for Fears with their attempt to put together a comical video featuring a monkey wearing a Red Sox jersey, keyboardist Ian Stanley’s creepy “you-don’t-want-to-know-what-I-did-last-night” stare, and their drummer, Manny Elias, dressed like an Amish man. This is “Head Over Heels”

I mentioned above that Roland Orzabal’s wife of 35 years passed away. It was in July of 2017 after years of battling alcohol-related problems that resulted in both physical and mental conditions. They had two grown children at the time, and I think about how difficult it must have been for Roland to be thousands of miles away opening up a tour in Tulsa, Oklahoma. By this time it had been 13 years since the band had released any new material, so I can imagine the passion and the ambition were both low at a time when his wife was just weeks away from passing. Why would he even be touring at this time he now refers to part of his “five years of Hell”? Well, the lead single from their 2022 album by the same name, “The Tipping Point,” is about that time of grief and loss and a look into his mindset during that time.

Orzabal commented that the lyrics “came at a time when my (late) wife was very ill. I was watching her become a ghost of her former self. So the song’s narrator is in a hospital ward looking at people about to cross the threshold that we call death….The line in the song says, ‘Will you ever know when it’s the Tipping Point?’ meaning, will you ever know when a person has crossed that threshold from life to death when you cannot even perceive that ‘vague and distant void’ as it’s described in the lyric.

He went onto say: “I have to admit that even in March 2016 when I was read the riot act by doctors about Caroline possibly not making it through the weekend, I was still in denial. I think that when you’ve been close to someone for decades, they are living within you as well as without. And consciously I did not believe she would die, though subconsciously I was, without doubt, preparing for the inevitable, arming myself against the future shock.”

Out of years of pain and grief and obstinance, new life has spawned from the band, and I for one am happy for it. I’ve always liked their sound and even their distinctive looks – Roland with his great 80’s mullet and Curt with his slicked back Pat Riley-like hair. Roland is now remarried rocking the cool long gray hair and beard, and Curt’s children now know that their father is not just a dad who goes to the gym.

Their first single in 17 years – “The Tipping Point,” has a very classic TFF sound. If you liked this duo back in the 80’s, I really think you’ll like this particular single (“No Small Thing” another favorite of mine from this album has a very Lumineers-like sound). You may even give the full album a spin while you’re at it – I have a few times already. The musical landscape and the Tears for Fears universe is certainly better for it. Plus, you get to see Orzabal and Smith age 35+ years from the previous video. Still very cool and distinctive looking, check out the video (sorry no monkey in this one) from one of my favorite singles of 2022 so far – “The Tipping Point…”

Thanks for reading, and after 17 years, welcome back Curt, Roland, and Tears for Fears You’ve been away much too long.


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“I’ve Got No Time for Talking”

“I’m gonna keep on a-walkin’.” – Buckwheat Zydeco

Inside the Caesars Superdome prior to the 2022 NCAA men’s basketball Final Four

I spent a few days in New Orleans recently for the Men’s College Basketball Final Four. My friend Chris had purchased two tickets when his name was selected in the annual lottery held for prospective buyers to the annual event. His friend that he just refers to as “Jones” was originally scheduled to attend with him, but Jones had to cancel shortly before the event so Chris called me and asked if I was interested.

Well it didn’t take much convincing. My wife told me I must go. It was New Orleans! You see, my father passed away in August of last year, but for a time in the early 60’s he was a larger-than-life figure in The Big Easy with a basketball in his hand. So I considered the kind gesture from Chris to fall somewhere between destiny and ordained.

“I’m walkin’ (driving) to New Orleans. I’m walkin’ to New Orleans.”

So Chris and myself made the 9+ hour drive to a city I hadn’t been in since 1987 with plans of basketball, gators, golf, and to explore a city where we would surely meet up with thousands of other college basketball fans alike, and ultimately a meeting with the spirit and memory of my father lay ahead as well.

Even before we left for New Orleans, longtime family friend Coach Brad Underwood (already in New Orleans for the annual Coaches Conference that is held the week of the Final Four) texted me this photo with the caption “Eating oysters thinking of your dad. Had some good times here.

As we arrived in the Crescent City shortly before dinner, we headed downtown in Chris’ car. One of the very first persons I saw from the vehicle was Coach Geoff Alexander. He is currently (the aforementioned) Brad Underwood’s assistant coach at the University of Illinois, but was also a two-year player that my father enjoyed coaching at Western Illinois University. He also spent two seasons as a graduate assistant on the WIU bench. He was crossing the street about four cars ahead of us so he didn’t see me, and I didn’t get out of the car to yell at him. Instead I texted him later on that evening, and told Chris who he was while we were sitting in the car at that stoplight on Poydras Street. And then I thought to myself how fitting that I saw him out of the thousands of people walking the streets just minutes after pulling into downtown New Orleans.

Chris and I attended the Final Four “Fanfest” the next morning. All of the sponsors put on their best sales game to attract the thousands who roamed the spacious New Orleans Convention Center that Saturday morning. Buick, Pizza Hut, Powerade – everywhere you turned was another basketball hoop or court and a game to play. There were also athletes and coaches in attendance. In fact, the two coaches I saw signing autographs that morning while we were there were Kentucky’s John Calipari and Texas’ Chris Beard. As a former college coach, my father had personal stories about each, and he reminded me of those stories as I walked by the long lines of fans waiting their turn to get an autograph or a picture with one of them. I watched for a few minutes and thought that someday when a better opportunity presents itself I will ask them both about those very stories from my father.

My father was a two-time All-American basketball player for the Tulane Green Wave in the early 60’s (still the only two-time All-American to play for the Green Wave). His name can still be found peppered throughout the Tulane record book. He is #10 on the all-time scoring chart (in three seasons with no three-point line) and still holds the record for a career scoring average at just over 22 ppg as well as the single-game scoring record of 45 points (20 fgs and 5 fts) vs. Southeastern Louisiana in 1961.

My dad featured on the cover of the 1963 Collegiate Basketball Record Book

His passing was about eight months ago and his memory is still very fresh and relevant on a daily basis, but in New Orleans it seemed inordinately strong. He seemed to hover, to follow, and even lead me as I walked the campus where he once roamed, and through the streets of the French Quarter where he frequented as well.

On that trip in ’87, my father was inducted into the Greater New Orleans Sports Hall of Fame. Created in 1971, plaques of 245 (through 2021) athletes and coaches hang on the wall of the club level located inside the Superdome where the Final Four games were played this year. I really don’t remember much of the induction ceremony from 1987. There are a few photos of us together from that night and that weekend, but I do recall at the dinner/induction ceremony then-LSU basketball coach Dale Brown proceeded to talk with his neighbor at the table during nearly all of my father’s entire acceptance speech that night. He was seated at the head table just three or four chairs down from the podium where my father was speaking. It was rude and distracting, and I never cheered for a Dale Brown-led LSU team again.

As Chris and I walked along St. Peter’s Street following a New Orleans jazz funeral, I cast my eyes upon Pat O’Brien’s, a one-time speakeasy established by Mr. O’Brien during the prohibition days of the 1930’s. A proud and full-bloodied Irishman, I could feel my father’s footsteps next to me and his soft voice reminding me of his time during the early 60’s when he would enter the famous establishment upon which the local host would then loudly exclaim: “Ladies and gentlemen! Joining us in Pat O’Brien’s, our very own Tulane University Green Wave All-American, Jim Kerwin!” as a loud round of applause surely followed cascading into the next tune on the dueling pianos and into the next round of drinks for the patrons.

As we traversed the French Quarter amongst the throngs of college students drinking and swearing allegiance to one of the teams set to play at the Superdome later that day, I happened upon 500 Bourbon Street, the longtime home of Chris Owens’ Night Club. A solitary figure sat at the bar as I walked in and asked the bartender about any upcoming shows from the famous Owens, who had been a fixture in the French Quarter since 1956. He assured me Chris would be presiding on a float per usual at her 37th Annual Chris Owens’ Easter Day Parade just weeks away. I explained to him my Uncle Billy (my father’s brother and one-time Tulane track athlete now deceased) had befriended her and spent much time with her through the years, and how my father and mother had known and frequented Chris’ shows even taking me to one on that aforementioned trip in 1987.

Not overly impressed, the bartender was still kind enough to grab a business card and give it to me providing me with the contact information for her publicist and he thanked me for stopping in. I emailed her publicist later that night. I never received a reply (as of yet), but was surprised and saddened when I later found out that Chris passed away from a heart attack the same Tuesday we left New Orleans to head back home. Chris Owens, “The Queen of Bourbon Street,” and friend to many a Kerwin was 89.

How many times had he walked down Canal or Bourbon Street? How many times had he and his brother Billy walked through the hallowed doors of Chris Owens’ Night Club or sauntered into Pat O’Brien’s for a beer? How many plates of oysters had he consumed at Felix’s through the years? What about all of the famous musicians that had played for his ears and been seen through his eyes along the line of clubs in New Orleans? All of these questions peppered my brain for answers that it could not provide.

Tulane was also the “host school” for the Final Four this particular weekend so most of their staff and maintenance were appropriately busy I suppose. The old Tulane gym (renovated with name changes a few times since the 60’s and now known as Avron Fogelman Arena in Devlin Fieldhouse) was where my father scored all of those points so many years ago. Every door Chris and I tried was locked, and all of our phone calls went to voicemail save a lonely compliance officer who offered no help. But, as I peered through the glass front doors I could see a basketball goal and part of the basketball floor. I could see my father practicing… one dribble, two dribble, 15 foot pull-up jumper, swish. Hook shots in the lane… right-handed, then left-handed. Over and over and over again. I remembered the names – Dale Gott, Jack Ardon, Wayne Pearl, and Bob Davidson who had all played alongside my dad on some very average (if I’m being honest) Green Wave teams for Coach Cliff Wells. I still imagined the excitement of the crowd, the dads bringing their sons to the game, and the students packing in to see Jim Kerwin drop 41 on Ole Miss one night or 37 against an Adolph Rupp Kentucky team.

Everywhere I went his presence preceded me and his voice resonated within me. His footsteps kept pace with mine sometimes slowing down to follow me, at other times speeding up to race ahead of me eager to show me something else. It felt important that I was there. I could sense a purpose and a meaning for my time being there. It all felt a bit ordered and planned by something bigger than us all.

It felt like after 35 years of being away that I was there for a reason and for a time to do nothing more but to listen to his voice, and once again follow in my father’s footsteps.

“New Orleans is my home. New Orleans is where I’m going.”

I’d be remiss and the post would feel incomplete if I didn’t feature an appropriate song to end this post. My dad loved music, and I can still hear him singing the chorus to this song in his off-key Jersey accent. Written by Bobby Charles in 1960 and recorded originally by Fats Domino, here is a remake of Fats’ classic hit song. From his 1985 album, “Waiting For My Ya Ya,” this is legendary Louisiana native Stanley Dural Jr., better known as “Buckwheat Zydeco” with a 2011 live version of “Walking to New Orleans”…

Thanks for reading.


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And, if you’re wondering about the gators – well, I didn’t really feel my father with Chris and I on the airboat down in the Bayou. All I really felt was an appreciation for nature and learned from Captain Lane that you “don gonna worry bout dem gators too much… its dem crocs that you gots to worry bout.” But here’s your complimentary gator pics for making it this far…

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