tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14062058520059329212024-03-21T21:30:32.846-04:00HockeybirdOne of the ORIGINAL NY Ranger's websites - Now read about WLIR & WXXP & DJ Bird....and maybe some hockey :-)DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-4199876724756115102023-07-23T22:14:00.001-04:002024-03-01T19:32:32.226-05:00TEST<p> This is a test.</p><p>This is just a test. Had this been an actual post something important would have been posted.</p><p>This is only a test.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hnVKoFnDC8aUnRI3x1l1UcsYHRmY7I30BhaJvZD080uUjOiO7eejddparc1pP2vSgUfgMLhhExkUVINQ3nW3QffZi4FNYocUfUhlu09_OI9TJ2kVDpLQuhIXOB5CAb-fgglooVAPwfBE5Sm0D_XI65t-1ng4RXVi56zck7JsQSWyUpvJ3_JQDi5RFM8/s200/SJJG2058.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="200" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hnVKoFnDC8aUnRI3x1l1UcsYHRmY7I30BhaJvZD080uUjOiO7eejddparc1pP2vSgUfgMLhhExkUVINQ3nW3QffZi4FNYocUfUhlu09_OI9TJ2kVDpLQuhIXOB5CAb-fgglooVAPwfBE5Sm0D_XI65t-1ng4RXVi56zck7JsQSWyUpvJ3_JQDi5RFM8/w320-h227/SJJG2058.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-82630136697107821282020-09-11T09:41:00.002-04:002020-09-11T09:44:55.762-04:00NINETEEN YEARS<p>It's not easy to look back on this day, to remember things your mind would rather forget. I'm told that time heals all wounds. So far that's not the case with this date. I am now still and will forever be haunted by the events of that day and those that followed. </p><p>Each year since I have published this story from a guy I only knew via computer. George was a friendly guy and I knew he worked at the towers. His story is so powerful I vowed to post it each year as long as I owned Hockeybird. This year I almost decided to stop. But it ate away at me........so in honor of George and those who lost their lives, the heroes who helped save people and those warriors who avenged them, I will post it here at least one more time. I promise if possible to do so again next year.</p><p>----}- Bird</p><p><br /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">The following is just one of thousands of stories being told about September 11th in NYC. This one is written by someone I know. Read his story and think of those who will never get the chance to tell theirs.</span></i><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;"> - Bird<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">What I've written here is a sequence of events of my experiences on September 11, 2001, the day the World Trade Center was attacked. I've written it for myself so I wouldn't forget any of the details or sequence of events. Details tend to get jumbled up in one's head or forgotten over time. So, forgive me if it seems a little over-detailed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">I got to work, on the 74th floor of WTC1, at 8:00 am. At about 8:30 or so, I went to the cafeteria to get my usual coffee, milk and danish. To get to the caf, which was on the 43rd floor, I had to go to the 44th floor and take an escalator down one floor. Returning from the caf with my food, I entered an elevator in the bank of elevators that serviced floors 67-74.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">A little note on how the elevators worked in the building. From the ground floor, if you had to go to an office on any floor up to the 40th floor, you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor. If you had to go to a floor from the 75th floor on up, you took one elevator to the 78th floor lobby and then you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor. If you had to go to a floor from the 41st through the 74th floor like me, you took one elevator to the 44th floor lobby and then you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">So, I got into an elevator that serviced floors 67-74. Five other guys got in after me, the last fellow being a window washer. He was carrying his bucket of soapy water with his squeegee and his wooden extension pole. The elevator started moving. Suddenly it stopped and banged violently from side to side. The lights were still on. We pushed the emergency call button to call for help. As far as we were concerned, the only thing that happened was that the elevator had stopped. No one answered right away so we pushed the alarm button. We pried the doors open only to find a wall in front of us with "50" chalked on it. Apparently, we were stuck at the 50th floor. We closed the doors and then someone answered our calls for help and I believe said something about an explosion in the building.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">Then I smelled smoke. This changed things. We had to get out. I got out my handkerchief and covered my nose and mouth. Then I remembered that it was better to wet it so I dipped it in my milk. I suggested to the others to do the same. We pried open the doors again and laid down the window-washer's pole to keep the door open. It was the perfect size. Now we started kicking the hell out of the wall in front of us. It was no use. It was sheetrock, a.k.a. plasterboard or drywall, in 2 feet wide sections with a steel frame around it. It hardly moved. We would have to dig through it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">Nobody had a knife or any tools. The only thing I had was my keys. The window-washer, John, pulled out his squeegee and another fellow, also named John, starts digging into the wall with it. This second John turned out to be Deputy Director of Operations for the World Trade Center. The squeegee had a sturdy metal piece, which held the rubber part in place. All this time the smoke is getting worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">John the director and I both had cell phones but neither one of us could get a signal. As they worked on chipping through the wall, I climbed up on a handrail on the elevator wall and the back of another fellow to try to find a way through the top of the car. It consisted of metal panels. There was no obvious way to get them open. They didn't slide or push in or have any latches so I started to pound it with the heel of my hand. It didn't give. I had to get down anyway. The smoke was getting to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">Eventually, someone got through the wall. We now had a hole about the diameter of a finger and fresh air was coming through. The elevator shaft wall turned out to be 3 inches thick. It consisted of 3 ply of one inch sheetrock held together by the steel frame I mentioned. We continued to chip away and kick at the wall. Then I noticed John the window-washer was holding a piece of the squeegee that had come off. It was the part where the pole screwed in. It was triangular with 2 pointy corners and the corner where the pole screwed in. I grabbed it and started hacking to one side of the hole and another guy worked on the other side. Then I got the idea to try and score the wall so that when we kicked at it, there would be weak points. As we took turns kicking the wall, my foot finally went through and we had a nice sized hole now. We took turns kicking at the edges of the hole making it bigger. Eventually, we had a hole about 2-3 feet high by 1 foot wide. But there was another wall on the other side.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">We saw aluminum framing and more sheetrock. But this sheetrock was much thinner and we kicked through it easily. It turned out to be a bathroom on the 50th floor. We kicked through the thin sheetrock and wall tiles and made a hole big enough for a man to fit through. One guy went through and ran to find some help. Then I went through. Someone in the elevator started kicking at the aluminum stud, made the hole a little bigger and the rest came through. We were in there for about 40-45 minutes total.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">The guy who was through the opening first came back with someone and we went to a staircase that took us to the 44th floor lobby. This was where we first learned that the towers were both hit by airplanes. We were led to another staircase, but before heading down, I made a cell phone call to my wife. She answered the phone crying and I told her I was not hurt and had been trapped in an elevator but had escaped and was on my way down from the 44th floor. It wasn't a good connection and I couldn't make out everything she was saying. I told her I would call her when I got outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">The trip down the staircase was, at first, uneventful. It was stop-and-go. There were firemen everywhere. Many doors on the way down had either cops or firemen going in and out making sure the floors were empty. The occasional fire fighter passed us going up with axes and sledgehammers. They were huffing and puffing in their heavy outfits. I guessed they were going up to the impact site. It was like this until I got to the 13th floor where things changed drastically.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">The ground below us shook and there was a long, deep thundering sound. Then dust started coming up the stairway. It got to where you couldn't see 3 feet in front of you. Someone said it was probably an elevator that fell down but that wasn't what happened. I covered my mouth and nose again with my handkerchief and we all made our way down the stairs led the whole way by the firemen. A few floors later, a fireman opened a door and said things were clear and to follow him. Since I was near the end of the line, only 3 or 4 of us followed him through. It was now pitch black and dusty and we were walking ankle deep in water. The only light came from the firemen's small flashlights. We came to another door but there were people standing there and things weren't moving. I pointed out to the firemen that at least the other staircase was moving and we were led back to where we came in. We continued down and came to a door, which also led into a dark, dusty and wet passageway. We exited the passageway and emerged onto the mezzanine, which overhang the first floor lobby of the building. This mezzanine was where the Engineering Department had our Christmas party last year. It was strewn with dust and debris. The firemen told everyone to stay close to the wall and we were led outside through a broken window.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">What was once the beautiful plaza between the 2 towers was now like a scene out of a B movie. There was dust, paper and twisted pieces of metal everywhere. We walked along the building through the rubble and a policeman informed us that the Pentagon had also been attacked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The Pentagon? When we were clear of the building I looked up and saw the gash in the tower where the first plane impacted. It was shocking. We were led down a set of stairs to the street and told to just keep walking away from the area. As I walked away, I heard someone say that World Trade Center 2 had collapsed. I totally dismissed this. It just wasn't logical. I looked up at where it should be and saw smoke and dust. That didn't mean it wasn't there, right? Then I came to realize the thundering and dust that occurred when I was at the 13th floor must have been WTC2 coming down. I just couldn't believe it. I tried and tried to get in touch with my wife but the whole town was also trying to get calls out. I couldn't get a line.<o:p></o:p></span><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">When the World Trade Center was bombed in 1993, it took some people over 3 hours to make their way down the stairs. WTC2 collapsed a little over an hour after the whole thing started. I kept thinking that there must be thousands dead. Two blocks from the site, I ran into a friend of mine, Tom, who worked on the 82nd floor. Tom is a big man; about 6'3" and 330 lbs. in his early 50s. He was breathing hard. We stopped for a minute or two and chatted. We continued on and ran into a guy he worked with on 82. I thought to myself that this was a good sign. If people from 82 got out alright, there was a good chance for my coworkers and the rest on the upper floors. This fellow we ran into, Tad, told us that he was sitting at his desk, a window seat, when the first plane was approaching the building. It seemed to be coming right at him. He could see the pilot's face! It veered up and struck the building. I had been out of the building for only 15 minutes. We were about 5 or 6 blocks from the WTC when I heard some explosions and turned to look up at where they had come from. What I saw was surreal.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">The antenna and the rest of the roof atop the building I had just left, leaned to one side and fell in on itself. The rest of the floors below collapsed under the weight and an enormous cloud of dust and debris was expanding outward from the Trade Center. Everyone turned and hauled ass. I turned around urging big Tom on but he wasn't able to keep up. When I turned again, I didn't see him. Today (9-13) I talked to him and he told me he had ducked around a corner and into a doorway. I spent 10 minutes or so in the area looking and waiting for him to come walking down the street but I couldn't find him. I felt horrible. I was sure he was OK but felt sad thinking about how he must feel to have been left behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">I kept walking and found out that I was heading north. Then I ran into John the window-washer! We embraced and talked some and walked together. Finally I got through on my cell phone and spoke to my wife and my sister Lynn. After calming them down, I tried to reach John's wife at work for him. Eventually, we got a ringing phone, but no one answered. John went off on his own and I walked until I reached the Holland Tunnel. It was closed and there were a lot of people standing around talking and listening to the radio in some guy’s car. After ten minutes of that, I went west until I hit West St. and continued north. I stopped at a pizzeria and bought a Snapple then continued north.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">Then I got a good idea. I got through to home again and got my friend Tom's home number from my sister. I called his wife and told her I saw him and that he was alright. Then I ran into a guy, Frank, who worked on my floor in the Mechanical Engineering Department. He told me he saw lots of people from our floor so things were looking good. After 10 or 15 minutes chatting with him, I continued north. Something Frank said stuck in my head. He said that he was avoiding the major train stations. Terrorists knowing these to be a likely place where people would flee might make them a target.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">I figured I could get to the ferries in midtown and get the hell off of that island. I got to Chelsea Piers which is around 30th St. and there were people in the street with bullhorns telling anyone interested that ferries to New Jersey were leaving from Pier 61. I went in and was walking to the end of the line when I saw a another guy, Dennis, who worked on my floor in the Electrical Engineering Department. We shook hands and had a few words before I took my place at the end of the line. The line was about 600 feet long. It looked like a long wait. I called home and gave a status report. After 20 minutes or so, a ferry came and took a load of people and the line moved up some. I figured it would take 5 or 6 more ferries until I got on one. About 15 minutes after the first ferry, the Spirit of New York, and dinner cruise ship that runs out of that pier, parked itself at the dock and all of the rest of us who were waiting were loaded aboard and taken to Weehawken, New Jersey. We were told that buses would take us from there to Giants Stadium which was going to be used a staging area.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">When I got to Giants Stadium, about 2:00 pm, I walked around the parking lot looking for someone I knew. This is the same parking lot, #13, that I had many a beer and barbeque in before heading in to a soccer or football game. I didn't find a familiar face. My wife and sister were on their way to get me but then they closed Rt. 3, the major highway to the stadium. I spent about 3 hours there and my wife was stop-and-go on the highway. I went over to a state trooper and asked him if he could find out exactly where on Rt. 3 the road was closed. He tried but couldn't get an exact answer. He took one look at my dusty pants and dust caked shoes and asked me what I'd been through. After I told him, he all but dragged me over to a reporter who was interviewing people about their experiences. I gave my story to channel 12, a local PBS station. I haven't seen it but lots of people have told me that they have.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">I decided to take one of the buses to Newark's Penn Station. I called my wife and told her to get off of the road when she could and to try to get to Newark. Once on the bus, I overheard the driver's radio say that Rt. 21 into Newark was all clear so I called my wife to pass that on. The road was all clear but then traffic came to a stop. There was an accident about a half-mile ahead. My sister called to say that they were about a mile and a half behind us and also stuck. We sat there for about 30 minutes or so. The bus driver wouldn't let me out on the highway but once the traffic started moving, I talked him in to pulling over at the next exit to let me out. Ten minutes later, they came along and picked me up and there was an emotional reunion.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">I got home (after 7:00 pm), kissed everyone, showered, phoned loved ones and had a bite to eat. I responded to as many of the messages on my answering machine as I could get through to. From about the time I was at Giants Stadium until I ate, I had had some pressure in my upper chest. I figured it was from the smoke and dust that I must have inhaled during the course of the day, but it had gone away after I'd eaten. Everyone nagged me until I agreed to go to the hospital to have myself looked over. My lungs and heart sounded fine but they wanted to do an EKG. Well, they saw a wiggle on the EKG they didn't like so they wanted to run some blood tests. It was now after 11:00 pm. They said I would be there for another 7 hours minimum. The blood tests had to be run 6 hours apart. In the end, it was going on 9:00 am when I got out of there. I had gotten a total of maybe 3 hours sleep all night and my poor wife didn't sleep a wink.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">Later in the day, I spoke to a former boss of mine, Fred, in an office in New Jersey where I had worked for 9 years until this past December when I was transferred to the WTC. I was one of two guys unaccounted for that worked on the Civil Engineering Department. In the end, everyone was accounted for and unharmed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">The news reports of the day are very disturbing. The phone calls from the planes to their loved ones, the passenger lists showing children names, people leaping to their deaths avoiding the fires... Then there are the people dancing in the streets celebrating somewhere in the Middle East. Even in my town of birth, Paterson, New Jersey, where there is a section of Arab population, there were reports of people dancing in the streets celebrating. Police were there to stop a certain riot situation. What kind of people celebrate the deaths of the innocent?<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">The 2 things I think of most are the sight of the second tower tipping over and falling in on itself and of all of the firemen directing the evacuation and climbing the stairs in full gear to help those trapped high in the tower. There was never a doubt on which way to go and there wasn't much panic. This is because of the presence of the firemen, those brave souls who run into burning buildings. Every time I think of them, I cry.<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;">Only a fool wakes a sleeping giant. These murderers have now given the civilized world just cause to go in and wipe out terrorists anywhere, anytime we see fit. We know where they train and we know who supports them. This is the beginning of their end....<o:p></o:p></span></div><p><br style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #e1e1f0; font-family: "times new roman", times, freeserif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;"><br />©2001 - George S. Phoenix, III Garfield, New Jersey, USA</span></div>DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-43775173810007101332020-05-30T12:55:00.000-04:002020-05-30T12:55:03.405-04:00Open & Honest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I finished up the 23rd (and perhaps final) Birdcage episode.......I felt like Nero. My country is on fire and in turmoil and here I am playing records. It's not a good feeling.<br />
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All I wanted to do was to get another show out.<br />
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Honestly, I started doing these shows because I can't find a radio station that plays good music. So essentially, these shows are for ME to sit on a patio, beer in hand and relax listening to some killer tunes. In addition, especially during this lockdown I hoped that some of you would also enjoy the chance to hear what WLIR or WXXP would sound like now if I had a show.<br />
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There's one more element to this.....I hope that one day, my girls will take an interest in what I used to do.....how I was a part of changing the music world in the 80s. So these shows document an incredible list of artists and songs that I championed in the clubs and on radio.<br />
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I hope in these troubled times that these shows give you some kind of happiness, if only for an hour or two.<br />
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May God bless the United States of America ----}- Bird<br />
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A funny thing happened on my way to hell.........I didn't die.<br />
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<b>I have posted this every year and I just can't let this day pass without comment. This article was first published here at Hockeybird several days after the actual event. With all that has happened since, it's hard to remember exact details at first. Then, like it or not.......it all comes back in vivid detail. Every second almost as if it was happening right now. It's not a good feeling as I'm sure many of you remember.</b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Vollkorn;">I break my self </b><span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b>prescribed</b></span><b style="font-family: Vollkorn;"> exile to honor those who lost their lives that day. Those who responded and somehow survived. Those who got out and relive it awake and asleep. And those who have in service to our country, taken the fight to the enemy.</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Vollkorn;"><b>Please accept my apology for having the nerve to add some personal stuff to such a serious post. I am in poor health and I am trying to get better. I will update as possible.</b></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The following is just one of thousands of stories being told about September 11th in NYC. This one is written by someone I know. Read his story and think of those who will never get the chance to tell theirs.</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> - Bird<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">What I've written here is a sequence of events of my experiences on September 11, 2001, the day the World Trade Center was attacked. I've written it for myself so I wouldn't forget any of the details or sequence of events. Details tend to get jumbled up in one's head or forgotten over time. So, forgive me if it seems a little over-detailed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I got to work, on the 74th floor of WTC1, at 8:00 am. At about 8:30 or so, I went to the cafeteria to get my usual coffee, milk and danish. To get to the caf, which was on the 43rd floor, I had to go to the 44th floor and take an escalator down one floor. Returning from the caf with my food, I entered an elevator in the bank of elevators that serviced floors 67-74.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">A little note on how the elevators worked in the building. From the ground floor, if you had to go to an office on any floor up to the 40th floor, you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor. If you had to go to a floor from the 75th floor on up, you took one elevator to the 78th floor lobby and then you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor. If you had to go to a floor from the 41st through the 74th floor like me, you took one elevator to the 44th floor lobby and then you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">So, I got into an elevator that serviced floors 67-74. Five other guys got in after me, the last fellow being a window washer. He was carrying his bucket of soapy water with his squeegee and his wooden extension pole. The elevator started moving. Suddenly it stopped and banged violently from side to side. The lights were still on. We pushed the emergency call button to call for help. As far as we were concerned, the only thing that happened was that the elevator had stopped. No one answered right away so we pushed the alarm button. We pried the doors open only to find a wall in front of us with "50" chalked on it. Apparently, we were stuck at the 50th floor. We closed the doors and then someone answered our calls for help and I believe said something about an explosion in the building.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Then I smelled smoke. This changed things. We had to get out. I got out my handkerchief and covered my nose and mouth. Then I remembered that it was better to wet it so I dipped it in my milk. I suggested to the others to do the same. We pried open the doors again and laid down the window-washer's pole to keep the door open. It was the perfect size. Now we started kicking the hell out of the wall in front of us. It was no use. It was sheetrock, a.k.a. plasterboard or drywall, in 2 feet wide sections with a steel frame around it. It hardly moved. We would have to dig through it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">John the director and I both had cell phones but neither one of us could get a signal. As they worked on chipping through the wall, I climbed up on a handrail on the elevator wall and the back of another fellow to try to find a way through the top of the car. It consisted of metal panels. There was no obvious way to get them open. They didn't slide or push in or have any latches so I started to pound it with the heel of my hand. It didn't give. I had to get down anyway. The smoke was getting to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Eventually, someone got through the wall. We now had a hole about the diameter of a finger and fresh air was coming through. The elevator shaft wall turned out to be 3 inches thick. It consisted of 3 ply of one inch sheetrock held together by the steel frame I mentioned. We continued to chip away and kick at the wall. Then I noticed John the window-washer was holding a piece of the squeegee that had come off. It was the part where the pole screwed in. It was triangular with 2 pointy corners and the corner where the pole screwed in. I grabbed it and started hacking to one side of the hole and another guy worked on the other side. Then I got the idea to try and score the wall so that when we kicked at it, there would be weak points. As we took turns kicking the wall, my foot finally went through and we had a nice sized hole now. We took turns kicking at the edges of the hole making it bigger. Eventually, we had a hole about 2-3 feet high by 1 foot wide. But there was another wall on the other side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">We saw aluminum framing and more sheetrock. But this sheetrock was much thinner and we kicked through it easily. It turned out to be a bathroom on the 50th floor. We kicked through the thin sheetrock and wall tiles and made a hole big enough for a man to fit through. One guy went through and ran to find some help. Then I went through. Someone in the elevator started kicking at the aluminum stud, made the hole a little bigger and the rest came through. We were in there for about 40-45 minutes total.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">When the World Trade Center was bombed in 1993, it took some people over 3 hours to make their way down the stairs. WTC2 collapsed a little over an hour after the whole thing started. I kept thinking that there must be thousands dead. Two blocks from the site, I ran into a friend of mine, Tom, who worked on the 82nd floor. Tom is a big man; about 6'3" and 330 lbs. in his early 50s. He was breathing hard. We stopped for a minute or two and chatted. We continued on and ran into a guy he worked with on 82. I thought to myself that this was a good sign. If people from 82 got out alright, there was a good chance for my coworkers and the rest on the upper floors. This fellow we ran into, Tad, told us that he was sitting at his desk, a window seat, when the first plane was approaching the building. It seemed to be coming right at him. He could see the pilot's face! It veered up and struck the building. I had been out of the building for only 15 minutes. We were about 5 or 6 blocks from the WTC when I heard some explosions and turned to look up at where they had come from. What I saw was surreal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The antenna and the rest of the roof atop the building I had just left, leaned to one side and fell in on itself. The rest of the floors below collapsed under the weight and an enormous cloud of dust and debris was expanding outward from the Trade Center. Everyone turned and hauled ass. I turned around urging big Tom on but he wasn't able to keep up. When I turned again, I didn't see him. Today (9-13) I talked to him and he told me he had ducked around a corner and into a doorway. I spent 10 minutes or so in the area looking and waiting for him to come walking down the street but I couldn't find him. I felt horrible. I was sure he was OK but felt sad thinking about how he must feel to have been left behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I kept walking and found out that I was heading north. Then I ran into John the window-washer! We embraced and talked some and walked together. Finally I got through on my cell phone and spoke to my wife and my sister Lynn. After calming them down, I tried to reach John's wife at work for him. Eventually, we got a ringing phone, but no one answered. John went off on his own and I walked until I reached the Holland Tunnel. It was closed and there were a lot of people standing around talking and listening to the radio in some guy’s car. After ten minutes of that, I went west until I hit West St. and continued north. I stopped at a pizzeria and bought a Snapple then continued north.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Then I got a good idea. I got through to home again and got my friend Tom's home number from my sister. I called his wife and told her I saw him and that he was alright. Then I ran into a guy, Frank, who worked on my floor in the Mechanical Engineering Department. He told me he saw lots of people from our floor so things were looking good. After 10 or 15 minutes chatting with him, I continued north. Something Frank said stuck in my head. He said that he was avoiding the major train stations. Terrorists knowing these to be a likely place where people would flee might make them a target.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I figured I could get to the ferries in midtown and get the hell off of that island. I got to Chelsea Piers which is around 30th St. and there were people in the street with bullhorns telling anyone interested that ferries to New Jersey were leaving from Pier 61. I went in and was walking to the end of the line when I saw a another guy, Dennis, who worked on my floor in the Electrical Engineering Department. We shook hands and had a few words before I took my place at the end of the line. The line was about 600 feet long. It looked like a long wait. I called home and gave a status report. After 20 minutes or so, a ferry came and took a load of people and the line moved up some. I figured it would take 5 or 6 more ferries until I got on one. About 15 minutes after the first ferry, the Spirit of New York, and dinner cruise ship that runs out of that pier, parked itself at the dock and all of the rest of us who were waiting were loaded aboard and taken to Weehawken, New Jersey. We were told that buses would take us from there to Giants Stadium which was going to be used a staging area.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">When I got to Giants Stadium, about 2:00 pm, I walked around the parking lot looking for someone I knew. This is the same parking lot, #13, that I had many a beer and barbeque in before heading in to a soccer or football game. I didn't find a familiar face. My wife and sister were on their way to get me but then they closed Rt. 3, the major highway to the stadium. I spent about 3 hours there and my wife was stop-and-go on the highway. I went over to a state trooper and asked him if he could find out exactly where on Rt. 3 the road was closed. He tried but couldn't get an exact answer. He took one look at my dusty pants and dust caked shoes and asked me what I'd been through. After I told him, he all but dragged me over to a reporter who was interviewing people about their experiences. I gave my story to channel 12, a local PBS station. I haven't seen it but lots of people have told me that they have.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I decided to take one of the buses to Newark's Penn Station. I called my wife and told her to get off of the road when she could and to try to get to Newark. Once on the bus, I overheard the driver's radio say that Rt. 21 into Newark was all clear so I called my wife to pass that on. The road was all clear but then traffic came to a stop. There was an accident about a half-mile ahead. My sister called to say that they were about a mile and a half behind us and also stuck. We sat there for about 30 minutes or so. The bus driver wouldn't let me out on the highway but once the traffic started moving, I talked him in to pulling over at the next exit to let me out. Ten minutes later, they came along and picked me up and there was an emotional reunion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I got home (after 7:00 pm), kissed everyone, showered, phoned loved ones and had a bite to eat. I responded to as many of the messages on my answering machine as I could get through to. From about the time I was at Giants Stadium until I ate, I had had some pressure in my upper chest. I figured it was from the smoke and dust that I must have inhaled during the course of the day, but it had gone away after I'd eaten. Everyone nagged me until I agreed to go to the hospital to have myself looked over. My lungs and heart sounded fine but they wanted to do an EKG. Well, they saw a wiggle on the EKG they didn't like so they wanted to run some blood tests. It was now after 11:00 pm. They said I would be there for another 7 hours minimum. The blood tests had to be run 6 hours apart. In the end, it was going on 9:00 am when I got out of there. I had gotten a total of maybe 3 hours sleep all night and my poor wife didn't sleep a wink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The news reports of the day are very disturbing. The phone calls from the planes to their loved ones, the passenger lists showing children names, people leaping to their deaths avoiding the fires... Then there are the people dancing in the streets celebrating somewhere in the Middle East. Even in my town of birth, Paterson, New Jersey, where there is a section of Arab population, there were reports of people dancing in the streets celebrating. Police were there to stop a certain riot situation. What kind of people celebrate the deaths of the innocent?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The 2 things I think of most are the sight of the second tower tipping over and falling in on itself and of all of the firemen directing the evacuation and climbing the stairs in full gear to help those trapped high in the tower. There was never a doubt on which way to go and there wasn't much panic. This is because of the presence of the firemen, those brave souls who run into burning buildings. Every time I think of them, I cry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Only a fool wakes a sleeping giant. These murderers have now given the civilized world just cause to go in and wipe out terrorists anywhere, anytime we see fit. We know where they train and we know who supports them. This is the beginning of their end....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Episode Twenty Four concludes this years collection of the Birdcage 2019.</b> If I have to go out.....it only makes sense to do so the way we got started. So it's mostly new music featured in the final entry.<br />
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We get started off with two songs from the new Stray Cats LP, "40". I remember seeing Brian Setzer at Heckle & Jeckles in Massapequa doing an Eddy Cochran show. The Cats had to move to England to find an audience for the Rockabilly they did only to come back to the states a hit.We played 'em in the clubs and on WLIR but MTV made them main stream. Brian and I bumped into each other many times and while he and I didn't hit it off, I have only respect for him and the Cats.</div>
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You will hear two songs from Howard Jones' new record which reminds me of a time Howard visited the studio at WLIR in Beautiful downtown Hempstead NY. It may have been his first time there....Barry Ravioli asked Howard who played bass on the album. The look on Howard's face was priceless.</div>
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Over the years, Mike Peters & the Alarm received huge support in the NY area from us. I think the show at Pier 84 with U2 established a connection that continues today. You will hear a new song that features Billy Duffy from the Cult on guitar. I'm still a big fan so it was a real treat to have the Alarm play at the Dare To Be Different premier in Tribeca.</div>
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40 years ago I began to champion a band from Dublin, Ireland. Bono's son Eli fronts a band called Inhaler. Yes, he sounds like his dad. You will hear two songs from them. I'm tickled to play these guys 40 years after pounding U2 sets in every club and almost every radio show. <b>There's just something that feels right about it.</b></div>
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Special thanks to <b>Iain Slater</b> of APB for his special contribution to the show.</div>
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The show ends with a song that I adopted as sort of a personal anthem. Like a lot of you, I lived the "Dare To Be Different" lifestyle. I didn't really care about my <i>bad</i> <i>reputation</i> back then. It's different now.....I now really appreciate the once in a lifetime opportunities I was given. Looking back I do wish I treated people nicer. My apologies for being a jerk.</div>
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I'll be off the grid for a while. This dumb kid from Levittown, Long Island needs to regroup and regain my health. It's fair to say that I have been incredibly blessed, lucky beyond imagination so anything good from here on in is just icing on the cake. Thank you for letting me take this fantastic journey........I had a blast! I may be going through some tough times now but when this all comes to an end, no one can say we didn't <b>DARE TO BE DIFFERENT</b>!</div>
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May I just add that family is the most important thing we have. Having lived such a public life it does feel like you are part of my family. If you get the chance, please look out for my two beautiful daughters, Alexandria and Juliana. I expect them to make a positive impact on the world. I hope I was a positive influence on them.........they both have made me very proud.The only thing bigger than my love for you is my love for them</div>
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75 years ago the youth of America, Canada, England, Australia and others gathered on the waterfront of an English port. They boarded ships bound for occupied France. Others boarded planes bound for the same place. What they did is something we can never fully repay them for. This is the only way I can think of to honor them.<br />
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For what they did........and this can't be overstated, they secured our freedom by literally enduring hell on earth and so many of them never came home.<br />
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The Sgt. pictured with me above was on Omaha Beach on June 6th, 1944. I met him two years ago while attending an honor flight. I feel bad that I didn't record his name.<br />
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Our Military has answered the call all over the world so that we may live free. With that in mind, I hope that everyone will scroll down and download any or all of the Birdcage shows. It's my way of saying thanks. I was lucky enough to enjoy the freedom won for us by those brave souls. I used that freedom in the 80s to become the DJ Bird guy and do all the dumb stuff I did. The last two years, I created these shows to sound like what it used to sound like on WLIR & WXXP.<br />
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I want to thank Paul Cramer from XX Radio <a href="http://wxxp.com/" target="_blank">wxxp.com</a> and Bob Wilson from <a href="http://wlir.fm/">WLIR.fm</a> for playing these shows. Since I don't know how long these will be here, please.....I encourage you to download and share. It's the only way I have to say thanks.<br />
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With all that's happened, I can only say that this dumb kid from Levittown, NY was really lucky and truly blessed. May God bless you all.<br />
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----}- Bird<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-5024688942447928292019-05-19T13:27:00.001-04:002019-05-19T13:27:42.696-04:00SWAN SONG<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am not sure what will happen but due to some bad decisions on my part, I'm in a real bad spot. I hope things turn around but just in case, I'm posting the rest of the Birdcage shows today.<br />
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It's been a labor of love doing these shows. I hope in some small way I make you smile as you listen and enjoy them........just know that I am very grateful for your support over the years. Thank you!<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-48964914657797054292019-05-12T12:10:00.001-04:002019-05-12T12:10:26.138-04:00HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For those of us who have lost their mom, this is always a hard day. But we all love our moms and I hope that my mom knows just how much I miss her.<br />
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I tried to do a live stream last night on Facebook but some very powerful record companies decided that I wasn't allowed to use their music. So, it was a good idea but I can't afford to tick off anyone. In fact, I can't afford anything right now.<br />
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If I can find a way to do it without getting anyone in trouble, I'll let ya know.<br />
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Episode 14 includes the following artists:<br />
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The Cure<br />
Secession<br />
Ministry<br />
Echo & The Bunnymen<br />
Prince<br />
The Fixx<br />
Figures on a Beach<br />
Haircut 100<br />
Robert Hazard<br />
<b>A Tribute to Paris NY</b><br />
Adam & The Ants<br />
Gerard Blanchard<br />
Yellowman<br />
Wayne/Jane County & The Electric Chairs<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-9204793634638688352019-05-05T09:54:00.002-04:002019-05-05T15:17:47.995-04:00A BAKER'S DOZEN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One of the things I miss about Long Island is leaving a club after 4am and on the way home, stopping off at the bagel place off the LI Expressway. You buy a dozen and get 13 hot bagels. They were so good.<br />
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Normally, I'd have something clever or informative to put here. Currently, I got nothing.<br />
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WAIT! I can't believe that I forgot. Tonight's show is for Alex. WELCOME HOME!<br />
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Sorry......I'm a very proud GATOR DAD<br />
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Three Doors Down<br />
The Wallflowers<br />
Creed<br />
The Gin Blossoms<br />
The Black Crows<br />
David Bowie & Nine Inch Nails<br />
Tim Scott<br />
The Ramones<br />
U2<br />
The Go Gos<br />
The Psychedelic Furs<br />
The Tubes<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-9435513667686490092019-04-28T14:00:00.000-04:002019-04-28T14:00:35.891-04:00EPISODE TWELVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have never been able to understand hate so strong that one decides to kill people who are in the middle of praying to God. Yesterday's shooting is another in a long string of killings all over the world.<br />
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This is not a political issue. It's not religion. It's just plain evil. I don't have any answers for you. I can only offer love. The human race has so much to be thankful for, to celebrate. We have come so far.....but evil is still an issue we can't seem to control. With all of our advances.......technology, art, music......we still have no answer for evil.<br />
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I wish to dedicate tonight's show to all those who choose love over hate.<br />
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Iggy Pop<br />
Joe Jackson<br />
The Psychedelic Furs<br />
The Primitives<br />
Public Image Limited<br />
Souixsie & the Banchees<br />
Captain Sensible<br />
Rod Stewart & Jeff Beck<br />
Blondie<br />
The Undertones<br />
Tim Scott<br />
Hillary<br />
The Prodigy<br />
The B52s<br />
They Might Be Giants<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-65574485287408339932019-04-21T13:33:00.002-04:002019-04-21T14:02:36.827-04:00THESE GO TO ELEVEN.......ONE LOUDER<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As we celebrate religious holidays, families gather to share messages of love and faith. With the advancement of human intelligence and technology it appears that we still have much to learn about living together in peace. We are capable of creating such wonderful music and art.........yet hate and evil continue to grab headlines, death and destruction at the hands of humans claiming their religion somehow makes it OK.<br />
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Since my message of peace and love will fall on deaf ears I can at least offer an hour of music here in the Birdcage. The fictitious Nigel of Spinal Tap fame claims his amp goes to eleven. Listen to this episode at eleven.....one louder. The last set is dedicated to Carleen who was a pioneer DJ as one of the famous Bondage Babies. I am forever grateful for her introducing me to so many great bands.</div>
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Siouxsie & the Banshees<br />
Iggy Pop<br />
The Boomtown Rats<br />
The Talking Heads<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
Modern English<br />
A Flock of Seagulls<br />
<b>A Tribute to Carleen of the Bondage Babies</b> <b>at Paris New York</b><br />
Suicidal Tendencies<br />
Black Flag<br />
The Cramps<br />
999<br />
The Dead Kennedys<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-56587444692935371822019-04-06T16:45:00.001-04:002019-04-06T16:45:59.744-04:00TEN TIMES THE FUN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I began doing these shows as a bit of a diversion from every day life. I know, we all have our issues and I'm no exception. Family, friends and faith are the important things and the things one counts on in tough times.<br />
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These days, my daughters, you guys and these shows are the source of happiness for me. It's my hope that I can complete 21 shows. I just finished # 19.<br />
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In episode ten, the following artists are featured:<br />
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Jim Carrol Band<br />
The Stray Cats<br />
The Polecats<br />
Monyaka<br />
Ziggy Marley & The Melody Makers<br />
Concrete Blonde<br />
Generation X<br />
Kirsty McCall<br />
The Dancing Hoods<br />
Squeeze<br />
The Talking Heads<br />
The B52s<br />
U2<br />
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----}- Bird<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-15598915698795103202019-04-02T14:23:00.000-04:002019-04-02T14:23:12.226-04:00EPISODE NINE IS HERE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The Birdcage 2019 is currently available in three different places. XX Radio is wxxp.com WLIR.fm has it's own app and here at Hockeybird, we just post 'em for you to listen or download.<br />
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Lucky for me, I have managed to record a bunch of shows in advance......so for the next few months, you will still get new shows. However, due to issues I don't care to describe, I need to focus on some personal issues. This may prevent me from recording new shows. So, for now......I'll have a bunch of shows for you and we will see what happens in the future.<br />
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Episode Nine includes the following artists:<br />
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The Beastie Boys<br />
Nitzer Ebb<br />
Prince (sound check recording)<br />
The Clash<br />
X Ray Spex<br />
U2<br />
Kraftwork<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
Book or Love<br />
The Revolting Cocks<br />
Ian Dury<br />
Hipsway<br />
Bow Wow Wow<br />
Danielle Dax<br />
The Ramones<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-2449337556170346092019-03-23T21:46:00.001-04:002019-03-23T21:46:50.477-04:00THE GREAT EIGHT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm still a little upset that the Capitals won the Stanley Cup last season......but Alex Ovechkin did deserve a cup after all the great years.<br />
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The video above is from 2005 at the Rex Theater in Pittsburgh.<br />
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I have included the following artists in this show....<br />
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Aku Aku<br />
Talk Talk<br />
Joan Jett & The Blackhearts<br />
Brian Brain<br />
APB<br />
The Cure<br />
Way of the West<br />
Musical Youth<br />
The Clash<br />
The Alarm<br />
Joy Division<br />
Robert Palmer<br />
Romeo Void<br />
The Mood<br />
Hillary<br />
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----}- Bird<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-29679648305122810862019-03-17T13:43:00.003-04:002019-03-17T13:43:44.660-04:00SEVEN WAYS TO SUNDAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well, what do ya know.......it's episode seven.<br />
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I don't get paid to do these shows, it's a passion and my way of saying thanks for all the support over the years. It's my hope that you enjoy them as much as I do. Maybe one day my girls will want to know what I used to do......they can just listen to these shows.<br />
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The following artists are in today's show:<br />
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Peter Murphy<br />
Shreikback<br />
Elvis Costello<br />
The Lords of the New Church<br />
The Smithereens<br />
The Pretenders<br />
Nine Inch Nails<br />
Janes Addiction<br />
Leon<br />
The Normal<br />
Yazoo<br />
New Order<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
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----}- Bird</div>
DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-80433729085655057012019-03-09T08:05:00.000-05:002019-03-09T08:05:37.108-05:00EPISODE SIX<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Denis once told me that you never know who's out there listening.......I was surprised to hear about some of the artists we played who actually listened to WLIR. I was quite pleased to hear both Richard Butler and Joey Ramone tell Denis during interviews how they listened to my show. I remember seeing David Johansen after a show and he told me that he missed hearing me on the station that dares.....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I actually brought my first championship trophy to bed with us</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andy Link scores the Championship goal, with one arm!</td></tr>
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Andy Link was on the first line of the Falcons, scoring the game winning goal with one arm in my first championship. Andy and his beautiful wife, Danielle have been listening to the Birdcage and I wanted to dedicate a song to them in remembrance of our great team. We made the finals four consecutive seasons winning three championships. We only lost the one because I was playing with a torn hamstring and yes, we got to the finals but I just couldn't stop those damned Tomcats. No worries, we faced them the following season and yes, karma is a bitch. We kicked their ass.<br />
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So episode six is dedicated to Andy and Danielle, Billy, Pat, Mike & Big Jim. The Falcon's starting five. The best hockey team I ever played for. (Danielle didn't actually play but she did come to a lot of our games)<br />
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This show features the following artists:<br />
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Sisters of Mercy<br />
Ministry<br />
The Professionals<br />
The Long Ryders<br />
The Violent Femes<br />
Our Daughters Wedding<br />
The Cure<br />
The Hoodo Gurus<br />
Twelve Drummers Drumming<br />
Georgio Moroder & Phil Oakley<br />
Yazoo<br />
Berlin<br />
The Smiths<br />
The Tourists<br />
The Bongos<br />
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Download or just stream it......and scroll down for previous shows!<br />
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----}- Bird</div>
DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-39226719739650664162019-03-02T17:59:00.004-05:002019-03-02T17:59:58.364-05:00WHEN FIVE BECOMES FOUR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>What we have here, is a failure to communicate!</b><br />
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OK, in fairness, it's my fault. I provided the shows to Bob at WLIR.fm out of order. so last week, they played episode 5 while I posted episode four below. So this week, he's going to play episode four while I'm going to post number five. Get it?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Richard Perez & DJ Bird at Paris NY reunion 2015</td></tr>
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Episode five includes the following artists;<br />
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The Rain Parade<br />
Simply Red<br />
Tears for Fears<br />
Bauhous<br />
The Cult<br />
Prince<br />
Ledernaken<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
Tones on Tail<br />
Adam & the Ants<br />
The Pretenders<br />
The Thompson Twins<br />
The Ramones<br />
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As I mentioned last week, bragging is unbecoming.....but the next few shows kick ass.<br />
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----}- Bird</div>
DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-63107272953752422402019-02-23T20:17:00.004-05:002019-02-23T20:17:56.274-05:00EPISODE FOUR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't think it's right for me to brag.......but the next few shows are pretty damned good.<br />
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I'm hoping to record as many shows as possible over the next few days so they are available. The next few weeks will be really hard for me. I have some big decisions to make. Let's hope I make good ones.<br />
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This show includes the following bands.....<br />
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U2<br />
The Foo Fighters<br />
Third World<br />
OMD<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
Thompson Twins<br />
Pete Shelly<br />
Yello<br />
The Boomtown Rats<br />
Iggy Pop<br />
Sexbeat<br />
Way of the West<br />
The Nails<br />
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As always, I recommend that you listen using loud volume.<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-74498507092814513082019-02-17T14:47:00.000-05:002019-02-17T14:47:04.397-05:00HOCKEY DAY IN AMERICA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today the NHL celebrates Hockey Day in America by broadcasting three consecutive NHL games on NBC. Here at Hockeybird we are going to celebrate with airing the third episode of the Birdcage.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">I also wish to take this opportunity to celebrate my teammates from The Falcons. I joined the team as their goaltender and we went on a tear, going to four consecutive finals and we won THREE CHAMPIONSHIPS! Big Jim & Mike on defense, Billy, Pat &,Andy on the first line. It was the best hockey team I played for.</span></div>
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Episode Three of The Birdcage 2019 includes the following artists;<br />
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Elvis Costello<br />
The The<br />
The Replacements<br />
Martha & The Muffins<br />
General Public<br />
The Cure<br />
Duran Duran<br />
INXS<br />
New Order<br />
U2<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
Front 242<br />
The Clash<br />
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Select the link below and remember to play loud! Additional shows have already been completed and yes, backed up safely :-)<br />
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----}- Bird</div>
DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-82848026426607487342019-02-10T21:04:00.001-05:002019-02-10T21:04:18.786-05:00THE BIRDCAGE CONTINUES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wish I had something really clever to say here.........<br />
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This show features the following artists,<br />
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The Police<br />
The Alarm<br />
The Cult<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
The Smiths<br />
Love Spit Love<br />
Devo<br />
Missing Persons<br />
Icicle Works<br />
The Lords of the New Church<br />
The Smithereens<br />
Echo & the Bunnymen<br />
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----}- Bird<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-39209089174155698722019-02-03T20:35:00.000-05:002019-02-03T20:35:54.887-05:00A BRAND NEW BIRDCAGE SHOW FOR 2019<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm not sure how long I can keep doing shows but for now, I'll spit one out each chance I get.......<br />
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It debuted at WLIR.fm and you can download an app to listen on your phone. Or, you can just download or listen here. The show includes the following artists;<br />
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The Cure<br />
The Pretenders<br />
The Buzzcocks<br />
Interferon<br />
Wiretrain<br />
The Jesus & Mary Chain<br />
Oingo Boingo<br />
Ultravox<br />
Madness<br />
The Ramones<br />
Jo Boxers<br />
Siouxie & The Banchees<br />
XTC<br />
The Bolshoi<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
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----}- Bird<br />
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DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-18397493644214806552019-01-26T22:04:00.002-05:002019-01-26T22:25:10.001-05:00PRACTICE CONTINUES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I found the time and desire to play around with spinning tunes.......and hit record again. ooops.<br />
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Imagine in that picture above, Slave was about to come into the booth and tell me what he would play. We often agreed. Paris was a blast to spin at because the audience was up to speed on music, fashion.....you name it. It really was like NYC but in Huntington, Long Island.<br />
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Below is another hour of Paris NY on a Saturday night.<br />
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----}- Bird</div>DJ Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445467332957950625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406205852005932921.post-33297157136663396512019-01-26T01:03:00.002-05:002019-01-26T01:03:57.092-05:00Practice Makes......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
OK, its been a while. I was practicing and hit record.<br />
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So I decided to put a dance mix out with warts and all. You will hear mistakes......kinda like any night at Paris NY or any show I did at WLIR or WXXP. So really, it's normal.<br />
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So go ahead, click it......turn it up and maybe invite your neighbors. I even included a promo for the Sunday show and of course the movie, Dare To Be Different !<br />
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