It’s been a minute since I posted here, but I thought I should at least say something here…
It’s been nearly a year since I updated this site… I’ve been busy. I launched popfreeradio.com on 10/31/06, and have been completely absorbed in this project ever since. So far the station has streamed to almost a quarter of a million people, and we’re starting to get some local recognition. The station was mentioned 3 times in the Pitch in the past few months along with some of the better-known blogs in town including Tony’s Kansas City and we’ve been invited to do remote broadcasts around town including a weekly broadcast from El Torreon every Friday night. We pulled off our first show on May 12th: Cloud Cult, Shudder and Tripp Algiers at Davey’s Uptown. We’re planning a second show for September. This one willgo all day long, be 100% local, and feature at least 10 bands. We recently acquired a station van and office space which we’ll be moving into in the next 60-ish days. I finally purchased some professional broadcasting software and have started programming our 26,000 songs into it. (At this point the stuff in the heaviest rotation should play around once every 7 hours… stuff in the lowest rotation will play once every 51 days.)
That does it for station updates… here’s something completely unrelated: I was 36 inches and 30 seconds from beating the shit out of an old man last night. I was coming home from my parents house (I work today, so we did the father’s day stuff for my dad yesterday) and as I drove westbound on 83rd street I was followed by a silver BMW. The speed-limit is 30mph on this street, and I was doin’ around 34-ish. The dude in this beamer was evidently in a HUGE hurry though… on my bumper honking and flipping me the bird. So naturally I slow down… if 34 is too slow, I’m sure 20’s gonna be fun… at 20, the honking picks up… so I drop down to about 15. This pisses him off more and the honking and hand-gestures pick up even more… As I crossed metcalf, dude held the horn… a solid 15-20 second hoooooooooooooooooonk. at this point I say fuck it. I come to a cpomplete and total stop in the middle of the street and put the vehicle in park. Beamer-guy has whipped a right turn into the mr Gyros parking lot, but there’s no one behind me so I jump back in the van and back up so I can pull into the parking lot behind him and block his car in his parking space. “What the fuck is your problem? What’s the hurry? Is there a medical emergency? Does your car have a short that makes your horn honk randomly?”
Dude gets out of his car at this point and I started actually laughing at him. (I couldn’t help it) He stands 5′5″-ish and has around a 40-inch waist and thick-black-rimmed glasses.. He starts telling me I don’t know how to drive and that obviously I have no life and that I should have my lights on… I yelled at him for 3-4 minutes and each time I tried to get within 3 feet of him, he ducked behind the glass door to Mr Gyros. (not that I really would have hit him, but I was gettin’-off on watching him flinch and the smell/taste of fear coming from him).
br> Anyway, a couple random diners at the restaurant see all this going down and come outside to try to calm things down (and I was starting to calm down at this point anyway…I’d yelled for 3-4 minutes, and knew without having to throw a punch that this man was terrified) and just kind of got between us and started talking and blah blah blah it all ended… I made a comment about getting his license plate number, and told him to feel free to note my license plate number…. he thought that had something to do with calling the cops or something and didn’t really catch the message I was trying to convey… but anyway that license plate number is Missouri: 113 NZZ or maybe 133 NZZ. It’s a 2002?-2003? beamer coup… If you see this jackass on the road, have some fun with him!