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Lyrics for Her…

{ October 12, 2006 @ 9:04 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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I’ve realized when I’m stressed, or worried, or sad or depressed or anything else with negative connections to it, it’s easier to write. I think it all comes down to passion. If you have something passionate to say, you’ll spit it out all in one sentence but that sentence ends up being one of the best-constructed sentences ever. I look back at some of my darker days and read what was written. I think to myself,

 

“Man, I’m good. Man, This should really be published! Like, Damn!!!”

 

Other people say that, too.

 

A girl once said that I have a gift that most guys don’t have. The power to read girls minds, and able to communicate exactly what they need onto paper. It’s true. I do. Back in school – mostly in elementary school – I wrote tons of love letters.

 

I was so before my years.

 

While the girls I adored weren’t even thinking having a relationship at the time, I had already named our three kids, picked out a plot for our future dream house, planned our wedding at Canada’s Wonderland and made sure our parents were free on weekends to take care of the kids. The three page long gushy sob stories that should’ve been sold in variety stores – told the girl how much I loved them and how happy I would be if I were to take her out on a date. How the best part of the day is when I see them. Gay. I’ve changed.

 

I always looked back at these letters and wondered how I could’ve picked up a girl with the mush fest notes. Then I had a conversation with a girl. She had received one of the last letters I ever wrote. I was in grade 8. She in grade 7. We were catching up and talking about all the weddings and engagement parties we’ve been going to lately. Then, She blurted out that she had been cleaning out her room and she found one of these legendary notes. She had to read them. She almost cried. Back then; she said she never knew I how sweet it was. How real I was with what I wrote. How in-touch I was with girls. How good of a writer I was. She said that she had all the letters I ever wrote her. Funny how little notes you’d write in-between shows on Saturday afternoon would still affect peoples’ lives.

  

Back then when I wrote those letters, everything had passion behind it. Everything had a purpose and it was urgent. We thought the end would soon come and we had to find out if she likes me right away. No time to wait. We’re getting old fast.

 Not that I don’t have passion or have a purpose or have something to say because I do. It’s just nice sometimes to dig up those old letters and see where those passionate moments came from and why I still write today. Not to her, but to you.

Lyrics for Her…

{ October 12, 2006 @ 9:04 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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I’ve realized when I’m stressed, or worried, or sad or depressed or anything else with negative connections to it, it’s easier to write. I think it all comes down to passion. If you have something passionate to say, you’ll spit it out all in one sentence but that sentence ends up being one of the best-constructed sentences ever. I look back at some of my darker days and read what was written. I think to myself,

 

“Man, I’m good. Man, This should really be published! Like, Damn!!!”

 

Other people say that, too.

 

A girl once said that I have a gift that most guys don’t have. The power to read girls minds, and able to communicate exactly what they need onto paper. It’s true. I do. Back in school – mostly in elementary school – I wrote tons of love letters.

 

I was so before my years.

 

While the girls I adored weren’t even thinking having a relationship at the time, I had already named our three kids, picked out a plot for our future dream house, planned our wedding at Canada’s Wonderland and made sure our parents were free on weekends to take care of the kids. The three page long gushy sob stories that should’ve been sold in variety stores – told the girl how much I loved them and how happy I would be if I were to take her out on a date. How the best part of the day is when I see them. Gay. I’ve changed.

 

I always looked back at these letters and wondered how I could’ve picked up a girl with the mush fest notes. Then I had a conversation with a girl. She had received one of the last letters I ever wrote. I was in grade 8. She in grade 7. We were catching up and talking about all the weddings and engagement parties we’ve been going to lately. Then, She blurted out that she had been cleaning out her room and she found one of these legendary notes. She had to read them. She almost cried. Back then; she said she never knew I how sweet it was. How real I was with what I wrote. How in-touch I was with girls. How good of a writer I was. She said that she had all the letters I ever wrote her. Funny how little notes you’d write in-between shows on Saturday afternoon would still affect peoples’ lives.

  

Back then when I wrote those letters, everything had passion behind it. Everything had a purpose and it was urgent. We thought the end would soon come and we had to find out if she likes me right away. No time to wait. We’re getting old fast.

 Not that I don’t have passion or have a purpose or have something to say because I do. It’s just nice sometimes to dig up those old letters and see where those passionate moments came from and why I still write today. Not to her, but to you.

Dreamin’ Dreams

{ September 26, 2006 @ 3:00 pm } · { blogs }
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I’m back. Back in the bustle of the broadcasting game. Don’t know what exactly I’ll be doing, yet, but I know I’ll be in it.

 

Good going, Shane. 

 

I’m proud of myself. One of those times when it’s good to pat myself on the back. I’m excited. Anxious. Nervous. Creative. Determined.

 

Reminds me of the Shane from 15 years ago.

 

The Shane of 15 years ago who made his way for a two-hour commute starting at 5am just to cart a few CD’s, fetch coffee, make some phone calls to the cop stations, edit real-tape and talk about radio stuff.

 

The girl form Rogers TV said she’d be giving me a call when she knows which holes I’ll be able to fill in terms of writing or being an on-air talent. My orientation is in exactly two weeks.

 

Obviously, my dreams are starting to reflect my total mindset at the moment. A couple nights ago I had this one dream where I was leaving some huge building. I was walking. Walking up hill. Down hill. Through forests. Through the City. Back into the forest and then up this huge hill. Down the hill. Back up the hill. This is where it gets weird. I jump over some little cracks in the ground for a bit until there’s one huge jump. I made it. All of a sudden, both sides of the ground breaks and I’m there in a little slice of what was once a football field length of country greenery, to only look down and see the long drop. I could jump and try to make it to the other side but it’s a good 30 feet each way for me to jump. I try to climb down. That’s when I wake up.

  

I checked out what being on a cliff meant. It said the that I “have arrived to an increased level of understanding, new awareness, and a fresh point of view.” It went on. “You may have reached a critical point of life and may fear losing control”.

 

It’s True.

  

Again, last night I had an unusual dream. I was leaving the TV studio but I was happy because I made a bunch of `sales’. I don’t know where this came from, as I don’t see myself being in sales when I head to Rogers. Anyway, I start to walk away from the building. Home? Out to meet friends? I didn’t know. I arrived at this bar that looked like this bar I frequent in Richmond Hill. I enter. Some of the same staff is working and some familiar regulars are sitting at the bar. I head to the back of the bar and say Hello to my mom. My mom? She doesn’t work there. Why is she doing the bar? I start to work with my mom – packing away plates, glasses and ordering more beer for the bar flies. I then wake up.

 

I look up what it means to dream about being in a bar. I got this. “You are seeking acceptance in some aspect of your life”. I can see this, too. But which part? Am I looking for more acceptances with this new gig? Is there something else coming up that I’m looking to gain more love for?

 

 I really don’t know.

  Hopefully this whole puzzle will make sense, soon.

Random Radio Rants and Birthday Wishes…

{ July 11, 2006 @ 7:47 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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The Great will always sore, above, the mediocre. They create while the others destroy. -Unknown

 

“Today I’m prepared to bring specific charges against certain members working in an industry that reaches into every household in the country” – Unknown

  

 Some random thoughts on life. No real order to the madness, just jotted down as I ponder it. Might not make any sense. Might not have any order or consistency. It’ll just fall where it does and because of that, it’ll make sense. To someone.

 

Outer Radio Space: I’ve been bragging about my views of where the radio industry has been going in the past few years or so. It’s very rarely these days to find great talent on the radio that come from the era of creative radio. The young people who just graduated Humber or Ryerson went to school and were taught about automation and the satellite rather than creating a radio play using sound effects and how to top the cities newspapers at least once a week by pulling pranks and using “out there” promotions. That’s why the good guys should get the recognition they deserve. The ones who still make radio enjoyable. I was touring around the net world named Myspace.com the other day when I came across a couple of my favourite media people.

 

I just had to give them a plug.

 

Jim Richards, I think could easily be the future of this market. A Humble Howard or Mike Cooper in the making. He has the right ingredients to make one great morning guy and just a good jock. He already has a Medium Market Morning Show trophy under his belt. Currently on CFRB, where he has been for almost a decade, Richards has a quirky, offbeat sense of humour – which is one of the most important qualities to have to be a successful radio person.  You can check out his Myspace page over here or his official home via the ‘RB site, here.

  I’m lucky. I’ve met most of my radio hero’s. But George Stroumboulopoulos is one I’d still like to grab a beer with. Mainly known for his long lasting stint on Much Music as the edgy music dictionary, Stroumbo has evolved with the times and has progressed along with his talent. Off to CBC where he fronts The Hour, he headed back to radio last year on CFRB to host his own two-hour Sunday night radio show. And as news leaked this week, Stroumbo will play host on the new American Idol type program, ABC’s The One: Making a Music Star. Following the steps of Toronto talent going national like, JD Roberts, local boy George will be seen inside the homes of the Yankees. His website will be up by mid-summer, promised the main page of the Stroumbo site. However, in the meantime, add George over here.  Let’s change formats a bit, said the execs over at Rogers Broadcasting. Did ya see how I made that quick and witty segue, there? My mind’s always working.  I Wear Sunglasses at Night: I’m 28. On Friday, that is. Every year seems like I’m progressing. Obviously. However, I feel like I’m progressing at an extra fast pace where I’m turning 28 but really, I’m turning 48ish. It’s not like I feel like I’m 48 in that overworked, stressed out kind a way, but in that I’m enjoying life because I’ve learned a bunch of stuff already that has made me go through life, knowing a bit more everyday which in the end of it all, has made life easier to deal with. I’ve cut out all the negative things in life – be it food, people, music and everything else that were holding me down. Some things were hard to cut out. Some things I’m still doing but it’s just a matter of time until I quit smoking that cigarette and cut out that fifth pint. One thing I’ve learned in this 27th year of life is that Life looked much clearer. Everything. It seems the clouds opened up finally and I was able to see the sun.  No more rain days, kids. Every day we’ll have recess.  That’s a good thing, I think.

My Myspace…

{ June 22, 2006 @ 10:07 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Just in Case ya didn’t Know..: I’ve been an official internerd for around a year now. Well, much more than that, but I just started to call me one this past year. I hopped on the latest nerd fashion horse called Myspace a few years ago. Then last summer, it all started to come out of the woodwork.

Everyone was a member!!

And I mean EVERYONE!!

Tom must’ve taken Internet marketing lessons with the porn industry.

I reconnected with old industry pals, met up with some former flames and checked out what ex-classmates were up to.

‘Twas cool.

So just in case your part of the budding society known as Myspace, check out my page here and add me.

 Thanks.

Drumming to Another Band

{ June 20, 2006 @ 10:16 pm } · { blogs, music industry related stuff, my sites }
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Beating to the beat of another Drum: Sometimes I feel like I have some kind of sickness. A.D.D, O.C.D are the ones that usually come to mind. Don’t know. Just that I tend to do things in such a way that makes me think that something must be wrong with me. I don’t see anyone else doing it. Maybe we all do it and we all think something is wrong with us but we never tell anyone about it.

Kinda like masturbation.

Am I mentally masturbating through life, keeping this unknown sickness a deep dark secret to only find out that most of the world is doing the same thing behind the close doors of their mind?

My little quirks make me, me. I know that. But is there really a reason behind the insanity? Is there a diagnosis that’s been inked just for my condition? Are there more people out there like me?

Indescribable insanities could include me into a fellowship that would make me feel more at home with whatever I have.

Or in the end, this all could be just some personality traits that everyone has but too afraid to mention to others.

Heck, I could be a pioneer or something.

Cool..

   

More Dreamin’: More bizarre dreams this past week. This has become more of a daily thing rather than an obscure once-in-a-while thing. In one dream, I was swimming with various Sesame Street characters and with my family. The whole pool was shallow so I could move around quite easily. However, I wasn’t walking around.

I was Swimming!!

I was actually Swimming!

I don’t really know how to swim. Learning the dog paddle was as far as I went.

Swimming with Cookie Monster and Elmo and playing tag with my sisters. It was an enjoyable dream, for sure.

Maybe it had to do with reconnecting with my family. My childhood. Something from that time that needs to be re-visited? Something from that time needs closure? Not sure what it meant. All I know is that it was a fun dream. One of the better dreams I’ve had in a while.

Pluggin’: Whatever happened to Whistleradio – the very first York Region based community radio station that I’ll be part of? It’s still in the works and the date has been pushed back. The CRTC are taking care of business. Hopefully, by October, they’re saying now. There’s something in the works in terms of fundraising that I’ll be heading up. If you are in the Richmond Hill area, you’ll really like it. Stay tuned.

My man Erin Zimerman is doing up an art show. Erin has been doing up some of the most original art pieces around the Toronto area for sometime now and has been recognized for his creative trucker hat concept that can be checked out over at his official page. The art show runs from June 22nd to July 8th at LE, which is located on Dundas Street West in downtown Toronto. For more information check out Erin’s myspace page.

 Old promoter pal Ryan Somers is also doing up things large. A CD with his band OK Cobra, a book and a tour. I’ll be doing up an interview with him for TheCyberKrib.com news section in coming weeks. I’ll keep you informed. But in the meantime, check out Ryan’s blog page for more up-to-date info on his moves or his OK Cobra page here or here.

Dreaming about a Relay for Money Makin in the Northern Land.

{ May 25, 2006 @ 7:03 pm } · { blogs, music industry related stuff, radio sites }
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Knowing the News: A while back I taught eager readers how to write. Forget all format, rules and write like you speak, I yelled through the pages. Yes, Correct. Keep that in mind. Now let’s continue.

News.

What is News? Why are some News stories bigger on Friday and not on a Monday?

Here ya go.

Take notes.

News is something worthwhile to talk about on the top of each hour to inform the listener of what’s really happening in the world while they’re busy driving the kids to school, picking up groceries, running other errands or heading to work. It’s blabber glue to keep the head together throughout the day. Some stations give an in-depth look at the happenings while others just play with the headlines. These stations are usually music driven, female focused outlets that make you think everything in the world centres around your three year old tot and how much tissue is today at Loblaws.

When writing the news, you have to know your audience. Even if you’re a top rated hard – hitting news radio station, sometimes your listener needs a break from the doom-and-gloom of today’s world.

Rule of thumb. News is usually the hardest on Monday’s. That’s when everything that happened during the weekend is given airtime. How many shootings in the local bad part of town, the local solder shot on Sunday, and tax hikes that are planned to be talked about in this weeks meeting. That’s what I mean by Hard Hitting. Stuff that makes you want to stay in bed for five more days.

Tuesday is the leftover from the weekend news stories and what ever happened during the wild Monday drive. If you notice, Mondays’ always have some kind of car crash somewhere. Monday is the worst day to be on the road. People aren’t always at their best.

Wednesday is hump day. Talks of the upcoming long weekend could be the forth story in.  Words from the Entertainment world like the latest Cowell comment from the previous nights American Idol, or new information on who got married on a private beach would be top fluff stories.

Thursday is the beginning of the fluff stories taking priority. The news desk is gearing up for the weekend and don’t want to bother their listener with sad stories on the latest shooting in the city.

Friday is when weekend events like the food festival, the opening of an amusement park is more important than tax cuts or the latest on the war.

All in all, writing news is hard. You have to “feel the room”, you have to write something in two lines or less but still inform your demographic in a way that they can have a valid understanding of what’s going on. They use you to see their own newscast inside their mind. Listen to news people and see how they do it. EZ Rock’s Evelyn Macko and FAN’s Larry Silver are two of note in this market that do it best.

  

Money Makers: Last month’s Toronto Life magazine gossiped about the major money earners in the Canadian media market. One of my local favourites, George Strombo is pegged in at $150k a year even though on his CFRB radio show, he confirmed that the amount wasn’t right but not outside of the ballpark. Strombo’s former Much Music mate, Steve “Ed the Sock” Kerzner blabbers for a listed $120k and a writer for the latest chapter of the Degrassi drama scribes for a minimal 49k a year. However, the cover boy for all media moneymakers in Canada comes from northern government royalty. The host for Canadian Idol and once touted as the Most Annoying Canuk, is a million dollar baby. Ben Mulroney shows off regularly for 400k. What do his bosses make? The big boys who run the TV stations and radio companies? CHUM exec Jay Switzer does a staggering $2,211,140 a year while CORUS Entertainment hot shot; John Cassidy scores just about Five million a year.

Relay for Life: Last fall I did the Terry Fox run in memory of my late pal, Tom Rivers. The walk killed me. I was home on the couch rubbing my legs for three days after that. It didn’t help that the night before the run, I was at a club celebrating my sisters’ birthday. This year I still want to do something. I decided to volunteer at the Relay for Life. It’s an overnight run, walk or roller blade thing where people go around a track for hours on end to raise money for cancer research. I signed up for entertainment department. Doing what? I have no idea. Just sent in the application yesterday. Hopefully I’ll get the word soon. If you would like to help out send me a note and I’ll pass on the info. Otherwise, you can always check out the website.

And yeah. I’m doing this for Tom. I think of everyday. I miss him.

  

  Dreamin’: Had another weird dream of sorts last night. See, for as long as I can remember, I’ve had this recurring dream where at the end, I would wake up wondering where I was and If I should wake up, get ready and leave to head home. Last night I woke up and sat in my bed for half hour awake wondering what to do. I stared at my television and computer wondering why it looked so familiar. I guess I was still in half dream state, but I totally knew what I was doing. It wasn’t like I was awake and made a conscience attempt to do something. Go downstairs and get a drink of water. Go on the computer. Watch TV. Just something. But I just sat there and wondered. I don’t remember how I fell back asleep but when I woke up this morning, I realized how weird that was. Still don’t know what I was waking up from. Just know that I was up doing nothing

{ May 12, 2006 @ 10:48 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Hot Damn! (It’s a New Day): Welcome to the new site. I’ve been thinking of making the move for some time, now. Didn’t really think of doing anything about it until I came across this server last night. I liked the templates. I liked how it’s so much easier to do things. Create link pages. Create a new post. That kinda stuff. The new page also signifies a bit of a change of format to this page and how Fameone Unleashed will be like. More variety. Less talk. I’ll be hitting Pop culture. I’ll be using more mediums to get my point across. Think of an online version of your favourite `page six’ scriber. Funny, witty, sarcastic, realistic comments followed by fast paced news stories and insights of my life. And sometimes…we’ll even have videos and pictures for a good laugh. Of course, I’ll always be here for feedback or coffee dates. Hope you like it.