with Jumpin’ JB
been constructively criticized by more than one post modern man or
woman recently, so I’ll attempt to be concise, informative and way
out all at once.
The new name of
our offering is The
Paleface Parabola, for no important notion other than
pouring new wine into middle-aged skins and it’s a more telling
description of our crash and burn Tour de Farce than where we were
when HGRNJ started this cyber merry prank 8 years ago.
Our heading can be
heard Friday evenings commencing around 8 and game, set and match is
called ‘round midnight…both times are eastern standard.
The Parabola is a
concentric circle of clips (movies, TV, cartoons, bad craziness),
news (current, historical and personal), sports (baseball, tennis,
hockey, lacrosse…I like sticks!), and the main frame is music,
spanning the 20th century from Ellington to Southern
Culture on the Skids, and current new music as we refuse to become
an oldies act in our time.
include our opening salvo Oafus
Opens Fire, the cliff notes of our week; Exiled on Jump Street, a focus on the musical pirates, The Rolling
Stones; an emphasis on the post WWII Black Rock and Roll which was
the template for the heroes we hold dear;
and Paleface Passed It On, our closing set by the light of
the Marksboro Moonlight Mile.
Our webcast is
programmed and produced (if you call cyber plate spinning
producing!) by the Oafus Max Team.
I be the ringmaster and my pack of hungry lions includes my
beloved 3de, Red the Rocker, the 4-String King, Eels Magee, et al.
It’s a big pond if you’d like to splash about in the
healing medicine of music and it’s magic with us.