Mishke (Podcast Host) (2:24)
I said a hootie hootie hoo. I said a hooty hooty I said a bone chaka waka doom. Yo ding flipping what you call your whiz bang highfalutin hatty Adyoski. To each and every one of you out there, Mishke here with you. Coming to you from the old. Outpost here on the Bleak barren tarmac of University Avenue Spring is in the air with every sight and every sound Spring is in the air Everywhere you look around what is happening to you? Spring is in the air don't you feel it? I mean a boom taka boom A taka waka daka doobie wa my doom bang don ba ding gadaka doobie baba doon died don't pop a duty on it. Stop it. Just stop it. We just got done with National Trombone Week, people. I don't know if any of you out there play the trombone. It's hard to find people who play the trombone. And how the hell the trombone got an entire week is beyond me. I mean, I see a lot of days out there. You can open up the calendar and find such and such day all over the place. In April, for instance, you have National Walking Day, National Sourdough bread day, national $0.01 day. That's a day where we celebrate the penny. You ever get together with your friends and just celebrate the penny? Line up the shots and just go crazy over the penny. National Burrito Day is in April. National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day. National Find A Rainbow Day. National Tweed Day. So tweed gets a day, but somehow the trombone gets a week? I don't get it. Who decided the trombone got a whole week? The International Trombone association, way back in the 1970s. Yeah, in the early 70s, they decided there should be a National Trombone Week. You know why, don't you? What was going on in the early 70s? Well, I'll tell you what was going on. Pop music. And pop music didn't involve the trombone. No. No. It involved the electric guitar. It involved the drums and bass. Rock and roll was happening, that's what. Out in Laurel Canyon, they were getting excited about this whole folk rock movement. This softer rock. Your Crosby, Stills and Nash, your Joni Mitchell, your James Taylor. None of them wanted anything to do with the trombone. The International Trombone association was formed. They were panicking. Is this thing going to be played by anybody but little school kids forced to play it in the band? Someone said we should have National Trombone Day. And someone else said, that'll be forgotten in no time. We gotta have a week. An entire week. Oh, who the hell's gonna celebrate this for a week? Well, think about it. Who the hell's gonna celebrate it for a day? What's funny is, when I was reading about National Trombone Week this week in the article I read it said, feel free to celebrate it all month. Hey, thanks. Appreciate you giving me that permission. How often in your life have you Thought about the trombone, People, let's go with seconds. How many seconds in your life have you thought about the trombone? I spent a long time meditating on this question today, and I decided the number of seconds for me was 11 over my lifetime. If I add it all up, I've thought about the trombone for 11 seconds. That ain't nothing. Have you ever met anybody who said, I don't know. When I was a little kid, I just realized I was born to play the trombone. That's what I came to this earth for. I just realized I'm a trombone player, and I'm going to be the best damn trombone player there is out there. People are going to be interviewing me on radio stations, television stations. They'll want to know more about me and my incredible abilities on the trombone. Well, I'll tell you, I got pretty good at it, but no one ever wanted to talk to me about it. Not one person. I was never interviewed about the trombone. It was never brought up. People would ask if I play anything. I'd mention the trombone, and they'd say, hey, did you get a new haircut? What? Weren't we just talking about my trombone? Let's move on. In April, there's National Hug a News Person Day. Who the hell came up with that? National Hug a Newsperson Day. I actually researched how you get these days, and it was really sad. There are only a handful of truly official days. Very few an act of Congress is necessary. So all these days I'm naming are just days people came up with on their own. Turns out anyone can come up with any day for any reason. You just have to say National Fill in the Blank Day. Actually, we ought to have. We ought to have that National Fill in the Blank Day. Wouldn't that cover everything? Everybody's favorite pet project. Everybody's pet peeve. Everybody's pet could get a day if you just made it National Fill in the Blank Day. In the end, isn't that what life is? Born, fill in the blank death. Born fill in the blank death. Born fill in the blanket death. Born fill in the blanket death. Born filling the blank death. What'd you say there? Born, filling the blank death again. Born fill in the blanket death. One more time. Born, fill in the blank death. That's what life is. Born, fill in the blank death. In April, they also have National Walk on the Wild side Day. Who came up with that? Lou Reed National Walk on the Wild side Day? I think someone came up with it who was just worried that we were all becoming a little too Boring. All of us, we were just doing things we were supposed to. We were getting jobs and we were going to those jobs. And we were coming home and stopping by a grocery store to get some food. And then we were preparing dinner and watching television. Afterward, we would brush our teeth and go to bed. In the morning, we'd get up, shower and. And go back to work again. We were filling in the blank and someone said, They screamed, it's time for Walk on the Wild side Day. They thought of making it a week, like they did with the trombone. But who could really handle being on the wild side for an entire week, Especially with how wild one can go. No, they stuck with the day. National Walk on the Wild side Day. Every April, we get one of those. I think people feel like spring is in the air and it's time to, you know, walk on the wild side. Maureen, would you get in here a moment? Yes, Chuck? It's National Walk on the Wild side Day, and I'm feeling the need to honor the good people who have gone before me and have walked on the wild side at great risk to themselves. They were our pioneers, Maureen. And I want to slip outside the comfort zone today in honor of them, I want to walk on the wild side, at least for an afternoon. Just what exactly will that look like, Chuck? I'm mulling that over now, Maureen. I'm thinking I might dress up like a little furry bunny. Just a cute little furry bunny. Maybe pink and green. And visit that old biker bar on the east side. Ask if anyone wants to do the Tumbleweed dance with me. Boom boom, boom boom boom, boom boom Want to do the Tumbleweed dance? Wanna do the tumbleweedy dance with me? Boom boom Wanna do the Tumbleweed dance with me? Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum Come on, do the tumbleweed dance with me. You ever try the Tumbleweed dance, Marine? I saw it on a YouTube video yesterday when I was researching things one can do if they want to walk on the wild side. That dance is not for the faint of heart, I'll tell you that. Nasty as the day is long, particularly in a bunny outfit at a biker bar. But if you're going to walk on the wild side, I say you go all out. Chuck, you're going to get yourself killed. I've been inside that biker bar. You have? Well, Maureen, you've apparently done some walking on the wild side yourself. What went on in there exactly? Was that the time that I found that corrugated aluminum bikini out by the garage which one of the fellows built that for you, Marine. More rivets in that than a DC10. As I recall. I went to that bar to make an Amazon delivery. That's when I was driving for Amazon. Get your mind out of the gutter. And what corrugated metal bikini? What are you talking about? What the hell has gotten into you? I've never seen this side of you, Maureen. I'm a balding, 57 year old insurance agent whose life has been as staid as an academic academic lecture. And it's time to stretch my wings and let my freak flag fly. I want to take a walk on the wild side, Marine. I want to honor this very special day. Marine, would you ever go mountain biking with me nude? I will not. Will you go to the thrift store with me? Yes, I'll do that. Will you wear this? My God, Chuck, what the hell is wrong with you? What is it? The color, Chuck. It's a scuba outfit. It's a wetsuit with scuba gear. And your point is? No. Marine would not play Chuck's little game, the wild side. He'd walk alone, she'd stay where it was tame. He wished to blur the lines, raise the bar, find the edge. She wanted to stay a hundred feet from any freaky ledge. So their love slowly faded. And then one day it died. And Chuck was left alone walking on the wild side. Singing, He shouted, baby, baby, why must you be so lame? Don't fear what is wild, fear what is tame. And she said, chuck, at the risk of causing another tiff, I don't fear a dang thing, you simply bore me stiff. And she sang, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo ba doo doo doo. I've been doing ads for Bradshaw and Bryant for a long time now. You know. How long? A dozen years. That's how long I've been talking about Bradshaw and Bryant for a dozen years. You'd think somewhere in there someone would have run me over with their car so that I could have gotten up, shaken myself off and said to him, well, you just made a big mistake, buster. Ha. I'm gonna make a quick phone call here. You hold on a moment. And I'd go to Minnesota, personal injury dot com. And I'd connect with the folks at Bradshaw and Bryant again. I'd turn and say, hold on now. Let's not make this a hit and run. You wait right there. I'm calling some guys I know. You wait right there. I'd call Brad. Sh. Brian. I'd say, it finally happened. A careless, callous, reckless SOB just ran me over. Ran me Right over. I mean, he drove right over me. You ever have a car drive over you? It's the damnedest thing. Anyway, I'm one hell of a mess. I mean, every bone in my body is broken at least once. I'm like a rag doll. And I'm happy. I'm blissful, knowing you're gonna come through and get me the compensation to make me whole. And I'm not gonna pay you sobs a nickel until you come through for me. Cause that's how it works. I can't believe I'm laughing in this much pain. Learn more at MinnesotaPersonal Injury.com