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Mohawk Show Back On The Air!

Chief Jack on the air!Well, by now, all of my long-time fans are aware that The Cure For The Common Show, Mohawk Radio, is back on the air every Monday and Wednesday night at 8:30 PM Pacific time, 11:30 PM Eastern.  Our new and improved Live365 station is now known as Chief Jack Radio (isn’t that easy?), and we are looking for big things to happen in this, our 39th year on the air.  You can tune it in HERE 24/7, and as always, we have the biggest variety of “established” stars and “Indies”, with music in English, French, and Spanish.  Hope you’ll join us!

The Latest Mohawk Radio Show Info

On Air Light  There is currently a rumor going around that the Mohawk Radio Show will be back on the air by Labor day.  The station will have a new feel, although rock and Indie music will still be the basis of our mix.  Further info: the actual show will probably just be on twice a week instead of the old three times, with the most likely days being Tuesday and Thursday, at either 8 or 9 PM Pacific Time.  The station’s playlist, as it has over the last three years or so, will play 24/7.

   If you are an Indie or “minor label” band looking for airplay, Mohawk Radio will again be your home for great exposure, as it has been since 1969.  We’ll let you know shortly how to get in touch with us, so that you can be heard on the station that was first to broadcast the latest hits by Pearl Jam and such Indie stars as Sebastian Sidi, Javelyn, and Marston Smith.

CLASS REUNIONS ARE OVERBLOWN

Chief Jack Performing With Friends     Ah, yes, the class reunion.  The very thought of a reunion makes us wax nostalgic and think about “old times”.  That expression, come to think of it, sometimes dates us, but we don’t usually seem to mind, referring to the past as “the good old days”. 

Were they really that good, or is our memory suffering from premature Alzheimer’s disease?  For some of us, the “old days” were indeed good, as we may think back about that first car, a huge, chrome plated, brightly painted hulk with a V8 engine the size of an atomic reactor tucked under a hood that could easily house a small town.  Did we care that it only got 8 1/2 miles per gallon?  Of course not!  In those days, gas was 27 cents a gallon, and the best memory of all regarding that car is the night you got Sandra Wilson to take her blouse off at the drive in theater and she wasn’t wearing…. 

Oops!  Did I go too far back with that?  I see some hands up in the back. What was that question?  “What’s a drive-in?”  Hold that thought.   Yes?  “Sandra Wilson told you YOU were the only one she’d ever shown her breasts to?”  No, I don’t know her personally, so you can put that knife away. 

A drive-in, of course, was a place where you drove your car to a big field to watch a movie on a huge screen while sitting in your car.  You would grab a speaker off a post, hang it on your window and watch, sometimes, as many as four movies through the night.  Of course, drive-ins were always built on cheap land, usually a former toxic dump that was home to mosquitoes large enough to make off with a small cow, so the theater’s management would give you these little discs called “Pic Repellent” that you lit up so their smoke would keep mosquitoes away.  “Pic coils”, however, were not a deterrent to the flying bloodsuckers.  In fact, I believe they were attracted to the smell of “Pics”, eventually figuring out that where there’s smoke, there’s a free lunch. 

Remember how when we were in high school we couldn’t wait to get out?  Now, here it is, some 30 years later, and your old classmates are trying to get everyone together for a reunion. Naturally, you find out about it through some Website because you’re still as unpopular now as you were back then, and you wouldn’t be invited if you were the only graduate of that class left alive. 

Class reunions do strange things to people.  Women find out to their chagrin that they really no longer fit in that slinky prom dress of theirs.  Guys discover all of a sudden what their mirror has been hinting at for years.  When you got out of high school, you needed just one mirror to check yourself out, but now you find that you’d need to see your reflection in a bay window to see the total package. 

Ladies take hours to get themselves ready for one of these evenings, just in case they should run into their old flame, and in order to try to look better than all the other would-be prom queens who’ll be there.  The hair, nails, and makeup have to be perfect, because women know they have to look perfect for guys to even give them a glance. 

The men, though, really take the cake.  Even though they have only seven strands of hair left that must be strategically placed to simulate a full coiffure, and their stomach will get into the reunion hall 45 seconds before the rest of their body, they still think they look great.  They’ll put on that yellow and green plaid jacket and orange pants they wore at the prom, even though it means that they’ll have to buckle their size 32 belt under that size 48 stomach. 

Instead of talking about old times, many people who attend class reunions spend all their time either bragging about what they achieved, or make something up about how they work in the movie industry, if you consider polishing the stars on the sidewalks in Hollywood working in the movies. 

The music at these reunions is always what was popular at graduation, and it doesn’t help our self-consciousness to know that some of the bands back then are still around today, like the Stones, KC and the Sunshine Band, and even Paul Anka.  Paul, by the way, just like Frankie Avalon, still looks great, and this means that the women will use them as a yardstick to rate you.  That’s OK, though, guys—if they start on that particular line, we can remind them of how terrific Sophia Loren and Raquel Welch still look. 

Let’s talk food.  I’ve never attended a class reunion, but people I know have, and they invariably say that the food is not what you’d opt for if you were catering the affair, with such delicacies as caviar and little colored bits of sealing caulk on oddly-shaped crackers, chased down with the same spiked punch from the prom in 1977 that somebody brought out of cryogenic freeze for the occasion. 

Yes, nostalgia runs deep in our lives, and we spend a lot of time, the older we get, trying to recapture our youth by refusing to listen to new music and in extreme cases even dying our hair to hide the gray (yes, men do it too–just ask Mike Wallace) and spending a small fortune on a sporty convertible to try to look cool for the ladies. 

That will never be a problem with me. Even if I wanted to dye my hair, there’s wasn’t enough left on top for anyone to notice, so I now shave my head (and friends tell me I look much younger).  I no longer have a need to impress any ladies, and if I did, it certainly wouldn’t be my car that impresses them.  The only way my car would attract women is if it suddenly became a magnet and all women had metal plates in their heads. 

I have no need or desire to attend a class reunion.  I laughed off invites for the 20 year and 25-year meeting, and now that the 30-year mark is behind me, I still sincerely hope that none of my old classmates will ask me to go to one.  If I did, I would be a crashing bore.  When I graduated high school, back in the days when people used papyrus and carrier pigeons, I was doing my radio show and working in an automotive parts department.  Today, the only difference is that my radio show is on a hiatus, but I am still in automotive parts. 

Guess that’s why I’m not the reunion sort of guy.  When you look up “excitement” in the dictionary, my name is listed as an antonym.  For you, however, a class reunion may be just what you need to spice up your life.  I understand there’s a new color for that sealing caulk on the crackers this year.

The Day Of Silence and the CRB/RIAA Decision

Tomorrow (June 26) is being called “The Day Of Silence”, a day when almost all the major Internet broadcast services, along with quite a number of terrestrial radio stations with Internet simulcasts, will go silent in order to bring attention to the fact that the RIAA and the CRB are trying to kill Web radio with unrealistically high rates.

Under the proposed new rates, a Webcaster like Mohawk Radio could be assessed a royalty fee high enough to pay for at least 10 Chevy Corvettes. Where do they expect regular Joes like us to come up with that kind of money?

In order to further irritate Webcasters (and collect even more money if Congress fails to stop the CRB/RIAA), they have delayed their “judgment day” to July 15.

Here at Mohawk Radio, we have decided to wait until that decision is made before making our next move. Again, we thank you for your continuing support.

Chief Jack™ and the staff

Is Our Government In Cahoots With ET’s?

I will have, within the next few days, a new article on Associated Content about why our government is denying the truth about UFOs. Once it publishes, I will supply the link for it.

Picture at right is a UFO that launched from the dirigible hangars in Santa Ana, CA on August 3, 1965. Once traffic increased after the road was widened, UFOs were no longer stored there, instead being moved to either Area 51 or several other military bases in the western United States.