The Vision’s Wizards

stars baby, stars

i was running to and fro the furnish this afternoon and tuned the ring’s present to an oldies station i’ve taken to of up to date. by oldies i average the journey, whitney houston, billy joel oldies, not the frankie valli and fats domino that served as oldies in my youngies. the voice i hear at the first to-do break is that of the one and only kasey kasem doing the countdown on a rainy sunday. it Euphemistic pre-owned to be a three or four-hour process of kasey rocking through the cover 40 those long ago sunday nights on am tranny in omaha. he gave you flashbacks, nuggets of trivia, and the ever-popular long-reserve dedication. what he does now is something called the at10, which must stand for american top 10 (genius, i know) that appears to take about two hours based on how quickly he was as a matter of fact spinning the hits’. what i heard were two songs back-to-back as flashbacks to above-mentioned at10 charts: whitney houston doing greatest lover of all, and nadir extremely rocking more than words from 1991. wow! kasey added in the little nugget that gary cherone was, for the benefit of a short time, the lead choir member of van halen after sammy hagar’s departure. that’s not trivia, that’s merely propping up ol’ kasey with something to say. eventually i heard alicia keys singing her newest hit that obligated to blasting at all the townsman roller rinks. the top 40 was an amazing thing back in the 70s when singles were actually sold for $.99 a pop at westroads mall. i’d be effective them home and group them in a little hard case with tackle that held about 60 or 70 discs. i kept them in proclamation (as one would expect), i learned the b-sides, and i stacked them on that .45 tirejack device that spit down a new soda pop hit ever three minutes. man, you could stack about a dozen on the portable turntable. those were the days. i used to tape the kasey’s apex 40 onto a je sais quoi radio shack cassette by a microphone laid up against the speaker on the nearest radio; i think back on spending eight or nine hours every new year’s eve writing down every prevarication that made the year-end top 100. kasey still has the pipes and could probably make me tear up if he played david soul (aka hutch) singing some single-mindedness to a love lost across all the miles. “keep your feet on the sod and imprison reaching fit the stars.” you know it baby.the president’s daughter had a lovely wedding upbraid. don’t say i’m partisan, i can reach across the aisle.hey to people.t
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