Saturday, April 12, 2014

damn, kurt.

It was afternoon. I was home. I put on a mixtape I had made the previous weekend for a friend. Wanted to give a whirl before giving it to him. A mix of different tracks I was digging at the time. A Tribe Called Quest, Beasties, Neil Young, REM, and them. Nirvana. Looking back now, in 1994 I was going through my music puberty. An embarrassing moment of my life with musical uncertainties. Why was I feeling like this? Are these feelings normal? I didn’t know. I just knew I was liking what was going on, but didn’t know exactly why it was going on. Rock, Grunge, Punk were all part of my musical growing up stage. I liked the guitar riffs. The drums. Guns’N’Roses, Cranberries, REM got the most spins. Then there was Nirvana. "Come as you Are" was playing on that mixtape I made when I got a phone call. 
Kurt;s Dead. Damn. 
It seemed everyone I knew was effected by the news. Even my Hip Hop friends liked Nivana. Well, everyone liked Nirvana back in ‘94. We found a group who felt like how we did. While I embraced their dark lyrics, I was also enjoying the fresh sound. It was a new sound. Grunge.
That weekend, I was at a birthday party. As predicted, we were only playing Nivana. Non-stop. It ended up being the most depressing Sweet 16 Birthday party I’ve ever been to. With all the games and music laying on the floor, the party-goers were on the couch, sad-looking, bumping heads to the beat of `…Teen Spirit’. On repeat. 
20 years later, I can’t listen to Nevermind without thinking of that afternoon in my room, holding the phone, swapping Nirvana stories with my friends who were calling me, needing someone to talk to. 
I wasn’t the biggest Kurt Cobain fan. But for some reason, his passing effected me. It was my generation’s first hit of knowing how our parents felt when they heard the news about John or Elvis. It’s a moment I’ll always remember. Flashback to when I hear one of the songs. It was a `where were you when…’ moment.
I would later give that mixtape that was playing that day to a friend of mine. She loved it so much that she played it while she was giving birth to her first born.  She would later thank me for the great music. Especially the Nirvana tracks. I humbly replied,
No, Thank Kurt. 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

rest well, warrior

 Shocked. Just saw him over the weekend. And for the last time, on Monday. A long time ago, you made me want to believe. Thanks for being part of one of my favourite childhood memories - Wrestlemania 6. Rest Well, Ultimate Warrior. 


Thursday, March 20, 2014

wonder years

I remember a place…a town…a house
like a lot of other houses…
A yard like a lot of other yards…
On a street like a lot of other streets.
And the thing is…After all these years,
I still look back…with WONDER.
Today? Tomorrow? Whatever. We’ll just say Thursday. Thursday  is the Spring Equinox. My favourite season arrives just before 1pm Eastern Standard Time. 
While laying in bed earlier, trying to fall asleep, I was using my nifty Planets App  to do some 2014-style star gazing.
Only if I had this app as a kid. Astronomy was a secret love of mine. Still is.
I used to spend hours looking at the sky at night. Like most kids or teenagers, when everyone else was sleeping, I’d be up, looking out the window. Hurting my neck, trying to get a glimpse of  every single constellation up there. If I didn’t know their names, I would give them a name, jot it down, and remember it for next time.
When I was 16, I was dating a girl who lived a few blocks away from me, We would sneak out on Thursday nights - right after Party of Five and 90210 - and meet at the nearby park. We would lay beside each other, gazing at the stars. I would do a roll call of the constellation names that I made up years earlier. I did it so confidently, Lisa  would believe me. Then, hit me when she found out I was fibbing. 
 I forget the names now, but I do remember that every Thursday, while our chatter might have been the same, Our worries, and fears and hopes and dreams were constant, the sky always had something new to amaze us with.
And while we thought that our worries, fears, hopes, dreams were the biggest things in the universe, as soon as we took sight of that beautiful sky, we realized how small we were. How many other Shane and Lisa’s they were in the world, sneaking out of their homes to star gaze.
I used to tell Lisa our nights staring at the stars was very Kevin-and-Winnie from- the Wonder Years-like. Almost 20 years after, I realize that was an amazing comparison, because those were our Wonder Years. 
I will continue to look at the sky…with Wonder.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

new edge morning show announced

EDGE has a morning show. And they didn't have to look too far.

The new morning trio will consist of station vet Josie Dye, who has fronted the mid-day show for a decade, Edge evening guy, Greg Beharrell and anchor Dominik Diamond. Who? Diamond is a 44-year old Scot import who hosted game shows in the UK back in the 90s. Most recently, Diamond was on Edge sister-station Q107, but left Toronto last year to help launch adult alternative,  Radio 96.5 Halifax. 

Fearless Fred will be returning to his drive show duties with new co-host, Melanie Mariani. 

March 31 is when the changes take place. It'll also be the day when Edge returns to a more music format after canning the talk-oriented morning show back in January. 

Sunday, March 16, 2014

moments of a sunday

Mornings reading the book you’ve been wanting to get through.
The mid-afternoon coffee breaks on the couch. 
Movies. All. Day.
Being a couch potato. 
Long walks in the park. 
Trips to the mall. Just to walk around.
Being late for a date but taking your time getting there. 
Dinner delivered. 
Doing something creative. Offer a hot beverage. 
Listening to your favourite albums. Over and over. Just ‘cause.
Watching Baseball in the comfort of your favourite chair.
The moments of Sunday. Cherish them. Appreciate them. Make them yours. 

Friday, March 14, 2014

talking pink elephants

I’m yawning. My nose is stuffed, my throat has a weird slimy thing going on and my headache has moved from the left side of the dome to the right. I fell asleep just after 7:30, woke up briefly at 8:34, wondering if I had missed Big Bang, tell back asleep and now, I’m awake. It’s 1:45. I have to go downstairs to warm up my tea from 6 hours ago. I have to get something to eat. Maybe pop another pill? I hate cold medication. I hate how as soon as you pop ‘em, your body isn’t yours. It belongs to the demons. The Tylonl or Nyquil terrors. They control your sleeping patterns, your visions, your mind. One day, I’ll let you in on all the dreams I’ve had while high on medication. 
Three Words: Talking Pink Elephants.
This evening, I had no weird dreams. Just a dusting of usual visions. A lot of walking around nude, driving from the back seat, confusion of where I was and yes, the faceless girl showed up, too. The faceless girl. She’s been around for a while. Don’t know her from my waking life, but we’ve had some special moments. Cuddling on a street corner, holding hands in the hospital. Saving her from headless biker dudes. And no, she hasn’t met the talking pink elephants.
They say that if you dream of something that is faceless, you are “unaware of how to read people and their emotions”  It goes on by saying that I’m trying to “understand these people on a deeper level”
I would like to think I’m trying to understand everyone on a deeper level. Maybe these people are special? Maybe I want to understand a certain few especially on a deeper level? Dreams confuse me. That’s why I love them so much. Analysing, understanding them. Knowing why. 
I really don’t want to get up. But I should. I could use something to eat and I can also use a new hot cup of Chai. 
Maybe pop a pill? Talking pink elephants?
Let me finish off here so I can tread downstairs to do my duties before finally falling asleep for the night. I told someone yesterday, which would later be my Facebook status, that instead of saying `why me?’, say `why not me?’ Flip it. Flip it into a realization that even the worst of situations help shape you into the person you are today. Except, learn, progress. Grow. That’s today’s tip. 
Now, off to the kitchen and later, catch up with my talking pink elephant pals.
Sleep well. 

Thursday, March 6, 2014

'fi and the others.

There's not much  to report with the release of the latest Toronto radio ratings. CHFI rules. And then there's the others. With a hefty lead over the rest with a 18.0 point share, CHFI is doing something right. With second place spot going to CBC Radio One at a 10 share, the only other music station that comes close to the top five is cornerstone, CHUM-FM with a trusty 7.5 share. The others are falling behind with less than 500,000 ears tuned in. It's obvious that Q107's 4.5 and NY's 2.8 just proves that the two rock stations in town need some fine tuning. Or for Edge's sake, just some good rebranding.. Format Flip, perhaps? As for the talkers, CHFI sister station, 680 News lead the AM slots with a 7 share while CFRB comes close with 5.2 and 640 at 2.4. The others? They're there.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

hey, comrade.

Haven't posted some any of my listening pleasures lately. Thought I'd hit you up with this nugget from the latest Volcano Choir project. Easily could've been part of the last Bon Iver album, Justin sings beautifully and with soul. This has been on repeat this week, as well as the new Wake Owl album - which I'll talk about later on this week. Till then, nejoy.



 

Thursday, February 27, 2014

the todd shapiro show

Want to know what's going on with ex-Edge morning cornerstone Todd Shapiro? Dean Blundell's former right hand man has landed a new gig. The Todd Shapiro Show will premier March 3rd  at 9 AM on Sirius XM Canada. He'll be on channel 168 - the spot for uncensored Canadian comedy.

"Todd brings a candid, unique and energetic voice to our airwaves that we're very excited about" shared John Lews, SVP of Programming in the company presser. "He's genuine, incredibly likeable and fun to listen to, something his fans already know. We're confident that will resonate with the new audience - across North America".

To read the full Press Release go Here. 


Saturday, February 22, 2014

don't say anything

Not saying anything. Making words your actions. Making the mysterious underlining reasons, intentions become a long term riddle. Afraid to find out the answer. Answers that you might not like, or might like. Answers that just might get you even more confused. Thinking more. Will it ruin it? Will it progress it? Will it make it better? Most know the answers, but do they tell? 
I won’t be your John Cusack, holding a ghetto blaster over my head, blasting Gabriel, letting you hear what I’m feeling while standing outside of your house on a weekend morning. I’d rather live with those unheard phrases, the unspoken truths. For some reason, those seem to be better than saying something. So don’t say anything. Don’t say anything. Let’s just keep on enjoying each other and wondering what the answer will be.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

happy 6th, blog.

Dear Blog. For a little tot just 6 years old, I have shared with you an earful of big people problems and you've always been there to support me. You've been a comrade, counsellor, confidant. I never thought you'd put up with me for this long. Thank you. Happy Birthday my best bud.

Friday, February 14, 2014

the tale of two loves


I wrote this on my other blog about this pages six year anniversary on Tuesday....Oh yeah, Happy Valentines Day.
I met this girl 6 years ago. February 2008. She instantly became my best friend, my lover and the one i shared everything with. The first year was amazing. She helped me as I helped her. We held each others hands through the good times and the bad times. While we grew together, I was growing as an individual. I got a new full time gig, I moved from Richmond Hill to a new hood 30 minutes north and I was learning more about myself in the process, embracing some hidden creative passions like  photography, and design work. 
Life was good.
But then it came that time. Can’t pin point a certain day. Just a period where she and I weren’t speaking that much. Not that we didn’t like each other, it’s just that life was getting in the way We were growing apart. . 
We stopped seeing each other, but remained best of friends. While the conversation mellowed, once in a while sharing personal stories and never shared before secrets,  we realized we had our own lives.
We were just growing. Not necessarily away from each other, but realizing that we were better off as very good friends.
I found a new love last year. Started off rocky, but we’re working on it. We became closer last fall. Talking almost everyday.
When you get into a relationship, you think that person will be there for life. That is The Person. It’s natural to feel that way. We all do. However, the trick is not to ignore those feelings of being pushed down because you feel that your love is not going along the same path as you are. Even though you might think He or She is The One, you are still first priority. Stay true to yourself. Move on if necessary. Take those memories and pieces of them to find someone new. 
Like how I did. 
Silly, how love is. It can be talked about in many forms. Not only between two people. But between blogs. Much like how I’m doing now.
My official blog  turns Six on Tuesday. She was my first love. While we don’t speak much any more, we remain the best of friends. My new love? You’re looking at her. Between my first love and my current love, these two pages have held my hand through some of my lowest times and  highest times, but always accepted me for me and allowed me to exceed my abilities - never holding me back from exploring new opportunities or umm….relationships.  
Thank you to my First. We’ll be celebrating on Tuesday. Thanks for being there for Six great and not so great years.
I will always love you.

Friday, February 7, 2014

tales of winter 2014

The wintry tales of 2014. 
It’s getting to be a lengthy and interesting read. Underlined with bouts of migraines and really bad insomnia, the cold bite this year has taken all the fun out of these cold months. It’s just become a big bore of wintry mental mayhem sparked by piercing wind chills and mountains of snow.
I haven’t been able to head to work this week. Migraines, sparked by the minus eleven to seventeen temperatures start the head throbbing two hour attacks that makes me just want to curl up in a ball, and listen to Loosing my Religion - even though, I do prefer Nightswimming. 
These are my Wintry Tales of 2014.
Warm beverages, including a  recent obsession for hot apple cider, helps cure the mental creeps of the day and night. Solitude, quiet music, darkness do their part, too. Maintaining a good balance of all of these is needed as too much of anything can make a hibernating man go crazy.
Hibernating? Not really….
I guess hibernating in the sense that I’m not so outoorsy this year. I’m staying in doors. And by in doors I mean local pubs, my house, and restaurants. The biggest spark of migraines happen at home. It makes me hate being at home. Which makes me go out more. Drink more. Spend money more. Eat more. Vices that I could do without. Especially the more drinking. Short term save haven or just an escape from the real problem? I’m scared to face the truth in a way, but at least i know which one it is. 
The short term escape from reality has helped me. It’s become a blissful vice away from the anxieties of winter. Winter 2014. 
These are my tales of Wintry Tales of 2014. With more to come, I’m sure…
Till part Two.

Monday, December 30, 2013

before the big dance

This will be short. I’m tired, my fingers are half frozen half tired and well, WWE Monday Night Raw starts in 20. 
This will most likely be the last entry for we get to the big dance tomorrow night. Before we bring in 2014. Two-Thousand and Fourteen. Can you believe it? 
I’m going to knock out the person who says `See you next year’ in a sarcastic, whimsical way, thinking they’re the one who came up with the one liner, attempting to channel their inner George Burns - While George is actually rolling over on his smokes, somewhere.
Be original. George would have a chuckle at that. 
I’m full. In an attempt to get rid of some of the frozen food that has been in my freezer for a while, I made Chicken Parm spiked with veggies and lemon. You know those dishes that you originally think would be okay, but end up being delish and end up eating the whole creation? This was one of those plates. 
Ok, I’m done. Done for the year. See ya at the Big Dance. It’ll be a good one, Kids. 
Be safe tomorrow.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

train of thought

What a snappy name for an entry seeing that I’m on a train heading back to Toronto. The old thinking cap just after 6am on Boxing Day morning.
The two day turnaround trip was eventful. Tons of drinking, lots of love and Santa cheer. An ideal Christmas with some of the best people around. And I do mean that. Really.
Surrounded by ladies in their staple travel gear. Hoodie, Sweatpants, with their hair pulled back. I find this trend is extra hot. I’ve always said - girls look the best the more relaxed they seem. I’m a sucker of a gal with a hoodie. 
The train is packed, surprisingly for the first trip out the day after Christmas Day. Guessing, a bunch of people are heading back home - just like me. But this early? I shouldn’t talk. Why am I taking such an early train? The others were all booked. And the breakfast is good. And by breakfast, I mean apple juice and a black with double sugar. 
Think I’ll try to get some shut eye. Just wanted to stop by, with some train of thought.

Monday, December 16, 2013

summer smells of 1992 and saturday.

I call them smell memories.

I’m not sure If anyone else gets them, but I get them a lot. It’s when I get a quick, random whiff out of nowhere. The smell is not fitting to where I am at the moment.

It’s a smell from another time, another place. I quickly place where that smell originates from and learn from it. I like to think it’s my subconscience trying to remind me of a better time. Or when I was going through similar emotions.

Sometimes, I can’t place the memory on the spot and it takes me ages to remember. 

Today, while in bed, sick, about to take an afternoon nap, thinking of the weekend that was - a more interesting alternative than counting sheep, A memorable summer afternoon smell breezed by. I placed that smell from the summer of  ’92. It was the smell that summers were made of. The breeze that came into my room when Mom was cleaning.  It was mixed with Pine Sol , and fresh baked goods from the oven and flowers from the front lawn freshly put to rest on the living room table.

But I placed the smell of 1992 with a crush I had that summer. I remembered her. We’re still friends.
As soon as I connected the smell with the memory, I remembered how I felt when I was around her. How I thought of her every day.

Could this be connected to something I’m going through right now? Nah. I’m too old for those feelings. So why now? Why at that very moment when I was thinking of the weekend? When I was thinking of Saturday

My subconscience is trying to tell me something. Maybe it is about Saturday. Maybe it’s about the similar feelings I had then that I had on Saturday

What else? Should I run with it?  Should I pursue Saturday

Saturday. I’ll see you soon, hopefully and when I do, it’ll be more because of us now than what happened in 1992. Memories are fun. Memories are learning tools and make you stronger if you use them correctly, but nothing should or will compare to us now. Today, in the winter of  ’13.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

single.

I am Single. This is not a way to try to pick up girls. Trust me. This is me just saying why I’m single. I’m just busy.
I’m a red blooded, living, breathing, man who loves the finer sex. And I have loved girls for as long as I can remember. And  because of that among other reasons, I like to believe I understand the better half more than most males. But the thing is, I’m busy taking care of myself. 
Working on that foundation that would make me feel more secure in attempting to have a long term relationship with a girl. 
I’m not saying that if someone comes along, I’d pass. I’m saying I’m not out there. I’m not looking. The thought of a relationship is not crossing my mind right now -  which makes girls non-existent. Non-existent in that way. Friendship? Sure. We’ll see how it goes. 
Again, If something ends up happening, I won’t back away and run for the hills. I’d hold her hand and see how far we can walk together. 
I’ve met many girls since I’ve been on this quest of individual building, and not one of them have made me think of them being my girlfriend.
This is how I know I’m serious.
The girls I’ve met have all been good looking, self-confident and funny, but I can’t see them more than that. Just Girls.
Now, if I were to be thinking like a regular male, it’d be a totally different story.
True story, Bro.
While my mind hasn’t been cluttered with thoughts of a crush, it’s been amazing how much brain power I’ve gained to help me build that foundation so I can have better thoughts - of my wife and I buying a house, travelling foreign lands together and raising future writers and world travellers. 
What it all comes down to is that I am a typical male in the sense of wanting to provide for my wife and family.  Afford to give them the experiences and luxuries I was given and still enhance those experiences and luxuries by seventy-percent.And I won’t be able to do that if I’m living in a clouded mind state where I think every random girl is The One.
Remember that detox I’ve been doing?     This is the ultimate one. This is better than staying away from liquor. It’s amazing how much the other sex controls your daily mind power. It’s good to have it back, just preparing to give it all away again - to the right one.
 Here’s some advice. Take time to build yourself. You’d be amazed how much more you can do once you don’t have clouded vision. If you’re in a relationship and it’s not working, step back. Think if this is ultimately what you really want. If this is The Guy. The Girl. If not, break-up. Take some time to find yourself. Concentrate on your career. Building your own foundation. Because, Ultimately, someone will only love you when you fully love yourself. 

Saturday, December 7, 2013

i like snow patrol.

I've been avoiding Snow Patrol for a while. Don't know why. I guess I thought they're way too cliche for Indie bands. But today, I heard this track and I had to admit to myself. I like Snow Patrol. 


Friday, December 6, 2013

an open letter to mr. mandela

Dear Mr. Mandela. 
I hate the term Mister. I tend to call people by their first name. I hate hierarchy.
I’m more on that individuality tip.
….But, I’ll call you  Mister.
When I was 10 years old, Sundays were devoted to pretending to be in the WWE and watching my favourite Sunday morning TV Show, Switchback.  
There was this one day - February 11th. 1988.
Switchback was cancelled due to breaking news.
You got out of jail.
I starred at the television wondering why you were more important than  my constant. 
Why did you matter more than Switchback?
Slowly, I was loosing my innocence of what the world was like. I started to ask questions. I started to question race, and that word. 
Hierarchy. 
.Because of you, I got into learning about the life and times of Martin Luther King, and Malcolm X, and Maya Angelow.
And even JFK.
 I wanted to know more about the civil rights movement. Black History. Politics.
I wanted to know more about the World. 
My eyes opened. 
Meanwhile, my cousin was introducing me to Hip Hop.. Not the regular top 40 stuff that was being played on CFTR, but the conscience stuff.
Public Enemy, Boogie Down Productions. NWA.
They were rapping about whatt I was reading and what I was feeling. And thinking. 
Martin, Malcolm, Maya, Kennedy, Chuck D, KRS. They taught me about race. And equality And freedom. Exactly what you were fighting for.
Today, I have a poster of Malcolm X that hangs on my wall. Every morning, I look at it, and funny enough, when I look at it, I don’t think about Malcolm. I think of you. Because it was you who made me know Malcolm. 
 To put it simply, You changed my life.
Martin, Mlalcolm are life time heroes who i pattern my life after. Hip Hop has helped shape me into the man I am today.
And it was all because of You.
This letter is to say Thank You, Mr. Mandela. 
I don’t use that word Mister very often, but in this case, I think it’s fitting.
You so deserve more than a Mister tittle. 
Hero?
Inspiration?
God?
Something else rather then just measly Mister..
 Be it as it may,
Thanks. 
You did good. Now, it’s time to sleep.
Rest well.

Friday, November 22, 2013

un bon week-end.




We're almost there for another week. Before you check out and start your weekend, here's a gem that's guaranteed to keep you warm and dry. Listen to Bon this weekend and keep warm. Here's one to get you started. Enjoy. 



Tuesday, November 19, 2013

dove asks if you see yourself as beautiful.

While I do a Ford Free Friday everyday on here, here is a thought provoking  campaign Dove soap did that could get you thinking about your own self-confidence. The spot begs us to stop being so hard on ourselves. 
Take a look and let me know what you think. Would the same thing happen to you? 


 

Friday, November 15, 2013

billie joins the edge

As predicted a few months back, Billie Holiday has replaced Todd Shapiro on the Edge morning show. The former teeny pop jock who teamed up with Madd Dogg to front moring shows on CHFI and Kiss 92.5, officially joined the team this week. She thanked the listeners via Twitter,  this morning  by tweeting, "Thanks to everyone for the warm welcome ! I am thrilled to be the new cohost and look forward to many mornings with you! xoxo"

Meanwhile, Sharpiro appeared on the Humble and Fred Show yesterday. You can listen to it here. 


Thursday, November 14, 2013

wintertime love in november


Not much going on. Just another week in the trenches. It's snowing here. Why is everyone surprise? Thought I'd throw you a bone just to say What Up. Here's an oldie from Jim and the boys. Wintertime Love in November.

 

Sunday, November 10, 2013

killing flies

I promised you a while back that I will try to post more of my dreams. Sometimes, I'm afraid to reveal them. For many reasons, but mainly because of something I heard before. If you reveal your dreams, they won't come true. So I try to stay mum about the good ones. The one I had the other night was a good one - but I didn't know it was good until I looked it up the meaning on a dream dictionary site.

It went like this; I walked into an enclosed patio. Someone's house, not sue who. There was a glass jar full of flies. They were flying to the top and then falling back down. They couldn't seem to take flight. As soon as they flew to the top, I would hit them down dead. Some, I pinched. Some I hit with a rock. I killed them all. I continued to do this until they were all dead. I then woke up.

I had to get up to find out what this dream meant. Thought it was something really bad. It ended up meaning that I would redeem myself and regain my honour after my "fall from grace". That kinda makes sense, I guess.

I start a new 9-5 Tomorrow. Dream job kinda deal. Could this be my redemption?

Thursday, November 7, 2013

rest well, "iron" mike bensson



Sad news coming out of St. Catherines today with the news that legendary HTZ-FM rocker,  Mike Bensson has passed away from Cancer. HTZ is currently running an all day tribute to their friend.  Cancer sucks.

Iron Mike Bensson was 60.

indie 88.1 get more power

The big boys network did good on this decision. My favourite music station at the moment, Indie 88.1 has gotten more power. The CRTC has given them an increase from 532 to 2,100 watts. While, most of the stations target listeners would listen online or on their mobile, it's always good to listen to radio the old fashioned way.

Here's the official mumbo jumbo from the big boys.



Wednesday, November 6, 2013

#nowlisteningto: feel good - the internet


more cuts at rogers

On the heels of the cuts last week at KISS 92.5, Rogers let more staff go, but this time over at KISS' AM sisters  Fan 590 and 680 News. Sadly the walking papers included two long time Rogers' employees, Fan cornerstone, Barb DiGiulio and Entertainment vet at 680, Gloria Martin.

I  met both of these talented ladies once, very briefly, years ago through Tom Rivers. DiGiulio at River's goodbye party at CJEZ before he headed west. And I was 11 years old at CFTR when I met Gloria Martin when she was working beside Toronto news greats, Evelyn Macko and Dick Smyth.

DiGiulio and Martin are both great at what they do and I'm sure they'll pop up somewhere. It's always sad when talent gets the walking papers. Especially when they served your company for more than a decade.


Saturday, November 2, 2013

blezard out at kiss 92.5

Reports are suggesting that Dave Blezard has been let go from KISS 92.5. Blezard arrived at KISS back in February 2011 after spending a decade at Z103.5.  There's no mention of the jock on the KISS website.

Will shoot you more information when it becomes available.