Geo’s Media Blog. (Music & Sex) 1/29/18. #3 in 2018

When I was in my late teens I used to follow a band around called Johnny Lauzon and the Big Boppers. I loved the band because a couple of my friends were in it. Peter Proskurnik played sax and Gordy Duke was on the drums and in fact, Peter was the one who got me into music. Every Thursday night I would travel to the Normandy Ballroom on Sherbrooke street in Winnipeg to watch the Big Boppers in action. On one of those special Thursday nights, I spotted a very pretty girl who was also very petite with pale white skin that was in direct contrast to her luxurious jet black hair. Her name was Sandy and as I said, The Big Boppers played every Thursday and there I was every Thursday trying to get her to dance with me. She’d occasionally throw me a bone and dance a couple of fast ones, but never anything slow and mostly, she just ignored me. 
Eventually, I learned to the play guitar well enough to form my own band called the Phantoms (later The Jury) and when the Big Boppers moved on, we replaced them at the Normandy as the Thursday night house band. Surprise surprise, on our first night, Sandy was all over me and when I offered to drive her home, she excitedly accepted. Not having a car of my own yet, I was driving my Mom’s Nash Metropolitan which looked just like the one pictured above. On our way to her place on that very cold January night, we stopped somewhere on the way to listen to the radio and make out a little. Before long she was whispering in my ear that she wanted me, and she wanted me right now. 
Ok, visualize this, here we are in a tiny two-seater, her skirt hiked up to her waist, my pants around my knees and there’s a whole lot of panting and moaning going on. It was 35 below outside, so there was no “Doing It In The Road” as Paul McCartney once sang, if it was gonna happen, it was going to happen right here in the car. Even opening a door or window to get a little leg room was out of the question but knowing that there is no rain check for this sort of thing, I was determined to complete my mission.

Unfortunately, I guess it wasn’t meant to be, the only thing that was happening was that we were so heated up that we longer needed the car’s heater. Finally, I gave it up though when I realized that as close as that sweet prize was, it was still so far away.


Instead of bitching about Trump non-stop, it would behoove the Democrats I would think, to spend a little time figuring out who they’re gonna run against him?

Is it fair to say that the shine is off the NFL as we wait for New England and Philly to play each other in the Superbowl? I think they may have seen their best days.
The world doesn’t owe you a thing; you owe it because after all, it was here first.
You can’t demand respect; you have to earn it.
Can you even begin to imagine how much money must have passed through Mr. Amazon’s hands during December?
I spent most of my youth wishing that I was older which came true much too quickly. However, now that I’ve come to my senses and wish to return to my youthful times, apparently, nobody is listening.
The thing I find amazing about millennials, as smart as they think they are, they’re just as dumb about drinking as we used to be.
One of the differences between men and women is that men waste a lot of time thinking about getting laid. Women just do it.
Hey ladies, I think even you may agree that it should be a lot tougher for a woman to collect millions of dollars from a superstar athlete other than just talking him into not using a condom.
I wonder if Man would have ever attempted flight had he not seen a bird first?
The real reason radio is in trouble is because accountants don’t have ears.
If you need to know what a man is made of,  give him a little power.
I wish the folks on the right instead of just laughing at the left would throw out a few caustic one-liners themselves.
Only one person is listening to the radio at a time, and that stops the moment someone else walks in the room.
Blonde women earn 7% more, how dumb is that?
I think it may be time to stop talkin’ and start doin’.
Beauty is costly.
If the civil war like my friend Bobby claims was fought over the freeing of slaves, how come black folks don’t mark the victory with a celebration?
Speaking of the civil war, a lot of white people gave up their lives, so I don’t buy that we’re all bad.
There can be no progress without change.
I don’t wanna marry the right woman; I want to marry the one I can’t live without.

When you shake hands with the devil, you just know it ain’t gonna end well.

I wonder why the people who spent most of their early lives in a basement learning how to play guitar think that we want to hear their opinion on how to vote?

Do kids today that they’re much smarter than their parents were at the same age?

I think they should hold the Pro-Bowl and the Superbowl in the same city which would make everything bigger for everybody concerned.

Geo’s Blog above is about #Sex and #Music with a few “LifeLiners about #Trump and the #Democrats thrown in. Much more @ On Twitter @GeoOfTheRadio. Sharing and commenting is appreciated.


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