Harry's Greatest Hit (Bloghop Thursday)

Hey, heidy and howdy.  It's your randy, dandy DJ, Harry Handy here on WOFT-Old Farts radio.  Lately it has come to my attention that there are YOUNGER people that like the music here on the Fart.  Well, let me be the kindly uncle to those whippersnappers who want to know what real music is.  And SOME of them want to know what Ol' Harry's greatest hits were.

Well, back in the bad old days, Harry liked to party.  And he lived in one of the better party towns of the 1970's, HOTlanta, Georgia.


Harry himself got to see Big George and the gang at the Omni.  And then we would hit Underground Atlanta for a beer at the old.

We'd get home at sunrise and sleep a bit and go out to do it again.

One day, I was invited to a party.  I mentioned it to my Program Director, Nightfly Sourpuss, and he told me



He knew the people hosting the party and only sorrow would come of it.  Well, I never was one to listen, so I went.  There was the usual beer and liquor and some fine Acapulco Gold.  I was having a pretty good time of it until this dude came up with a joint and asked me to take a hit off of it.  Stupidly, I did...


When I came to, several hours later, I stumbled into work.  And for some reason, I was thinking of my old girlfriend, so I played the song that is the bane of DJ's everywhere.


The moral for you youngsters is listen to those elders around you.  We've fucked up much more than you and we are only telling this for your own good.  And for God's sake, turn off that damn Justin Bieber crap. 

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