(so said Lenny Bruce), and believe you me, I've tried. I had one of those Tonto suede fringe jackets when I was a lil' toughskin tyke. Anyway, this page isn't about mucoid removal, but merely a platform where I, Rollo Manhattan, "pick" my brain, comment on said pickage, and throw stuff out there to see what lands. Even with all them new-fangled iGadgets and such, it's gotten harder over the last buncha years NOT to wear stuff on one's sleeve, let alone get off, so try here I shall. Get along...
Sunday, November 28, 2021
Getting back
Saturday, July 31, 2021
Motherf--kin' Phil Schaap man.
Listening to Phil Schaap. This is his 51st year DJing on WKCR. Crazy. I remember hearing him on hot summer days, while with my Dad when I was 12 years old, talk endlessly about Bix Beiderbecke, Fats Waller and Benny Goodman, and here I am now at age ___ listening to him do just that, still. My Dad made cassettes of his shows and I still have a few that are over 40 years old. How could he possibly have anything new to say on air after all these years? It blows my mind he’s still doing it. Time is an amazing thing man. Sometimes we get so caught up in the here and now that we take for granted the endless stream of time… and Phil Schaap. Phil Schaap is relative. Not a relative, but the continuum of this man is a phenomenon in itself… Now stop blabbering and play some music already, Phil.
Friday, July 30, 2021
Crisis. Time to act.
Tuesday, March 02, 2021
Satan-they-are
Just a thought, but instead of banning Dr. Seus books how about we ban FOX news? One would seem far more evil and worthy of banning than the other, yet we seem so easily distracted. One day it’s the Capital Riots, worthy of major scorn, the next day it’s Cuomo, and he’s Governor Porn.
Trump’s the issue, we must recall,
he and FOX, stay on the ball.
No, I do not like them,
Satan-they-are. I do not like
FOX news, nor it’s star.
Not in a box. For they are FOX.
Not on the screen. For they are mean.
Not in the White House. Not with a louse.
Not in the Post. Not with a host.
Not with a goat. Not by the throat.
Not in a car. Not in a bar.
Not on a train. Not on a plane.
Not in park. Not in the dark.
Not in a shop. Not on my laptop.
Not in a store. Not on the floor.
Not in my home. Not on the phone.
Not in space. Not no place.
Not fucking anywhere.