Monday, April 02, 2007

The Non-Conformist Cult Radio Show 3/19/04 #2

Yesterday’s musical choice was GTR’s self-titled album. It was released back in 1986 when GTR was proclaimed a “super group” because of guitarists Steve Howe (Asia / Yes) and Steve Hackett (Genesis). “When The Heart Rules The Mind” had its own video and received minor airplay. I, for the most part, found the song tolerable.

I’ve had the CD in my collection since ‘86 and yesterday was maybe the second time that I have ever listened to it. It was my soundtrack as I drove over to Winston-Salem to have lunch and watch the race with Dianna.

With very little distractions, I found the CD by GTR to be most distasteful. It was awful! There’s no wonder why they only made one album. I’m sure the rest of the group was relieved when someone had the testicles to disband GTR.

I was tempted to throw the thing out of my window to do a 65 mph dance on the concrete surface of I-40 Business. But I’m leaving the CD in my collection because of one song… The instrumental “Hackett To Bits”. It does indeed rock.

As I mentioned previously, I watched the race from Martinsville at the Sagebrush off University Parkway with Dianna. Well… I don’t think she watched it as much as tolerating it being on. We pounded down some Red Oak beer and had lunch. And I discovered that I no longer dislike celery!

That’s right! I ate some celery!

They came with our wings and a little Stina’s voice whispered in my mind’s ear to try celery again.

I dipped a length of celery into my Ranch dressing and took a bite. At first, I didn’t really dig it and so I gave it another try. With each bite, the celery became less and less gross.

What in the heck is going on with me?

Foods that I absolutely despised are starting to appeal to me. I guess it’s true, your taste buds do a little changing and rearranging as we get older.

I managed to see all 500 laps of yesterday’s race. I was hoping that it was going to be rained out so that I may have attended it this morning. Oh well…

It did rain a little in Martinsville stopping the race for only a short bit. It was past the halfway point so there was nothing to get excited about. I guess someone else’s prayers for a full race won out over my rain prayers.

After the race, I went over to Tim Beeman’s crib to watch Wrestlemania 23.

It was probably the most boring Wrestlemania event that I have ever seen. I kept myself busy by drinking beer and playing around with Tim’s laptop.

Donald Trump managed to keep his golden locks while Vince McMahon got sheared in front of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the globe. Shawn Michaels did his usual juicing, but the flow of his blood didn’t live up to previous standards. And C.M. Punk’s little date with the blade was also a big disappointment.

I was not impressed and I’m glad I didn’t shell out my hard earned bucks to purchase it at home.


  1. Anonymous1:26 PM

    Musician magazine had the best review upon the release of GTR. It simply read, Sht.

    I thought I had a celery joke to add, but it turns out I was mistaken.


  2. Anonymous2:05 PM

    LMAO... well it never ceases to amaze me what men will try when in the company of women.. now CELERY can be added to the list lol :P

  3. Anonymous8:24 PM

    Brad. The "Sht" joke more than makes up for the lack of a celery joke.

  4. Anonymous6:47 AM

    First it's pink shirts, then celery. Next thing we all know you will be announcing that you like tomatoes. It will be at that point that I will know that aliens have taken over your body.