Dominic Fragman is the greatest one man band ever.
When the music is stripped away, Elton John sounds like a regular bloke crooning in his car. So excuse me for getting…but these things I do…you see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue.
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother you’re Stayin’ Alive. Some of the We Are The World colleagues are no longer alive. But their isolated vocals live on. Watch them work out some of the integral parts of the song.
Michael Jackson was the central figure in We Are the World, America’s answer to UK pop stars’ “Do They Know it’s Christmas” famine relief effort.
The King of Pop delivered some of his We Are The World tracks while isolated from other famous pop stars in the fundraising effort.
And (below) is Michael Jackson’s vocal training lesson from 1995.
THE BEASMAN cats crushed by florida radio sketch for MONDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2017
TOM BRADY GOT FIVE RINGS BUT COACH CAL ONLY GOT ONE. DADGUMMIT, LE’T’S GIT TOM BRADY TO COME COACH THE CATS BEFORE WE TURN INTO ROBERT MORRIS THE 2ND.
(cry) WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE, YOU BALD HAIRED SLICK RICK BUTTKISSIN CARDINAL FRAUD. Y’ALL CAN ACT ALL BIGTIME RIGHT NOW BUT THE NC2A BOUT TO BRING Y’ALL THE DEATH PENALTY FOR VALENTIME’S DAY. SO QUIT YOUR SMIRKIN ABOUT U UH KAY’S BOWLIN GREEN MASSACRE. ME AND ALL MY WILDCAT BUDDIES IS BOUT TO POP A VEIN OVER THIS BIMBARRASSMENT.
AIN’T NOBODY HAPPY IN WILDCAT COUNTRY, LARRY, SO SHUT YOUR SNAGGLE TOOTH LYIN MOUTH.
I TELL YOU WHAT; U OF SMELL AIN’T GOIN TO NO FINAL FOUR. Y’ALL GONNA GIT PUNKED TONIGHT BY VIRGINNY. SLICK WILL JUST CALL ‘EM KRYPTONITE AND Y’ALL STUPID U OF SMELLERS WILL JUST BUCEPT THE FACT THAT Y’ALL IS LITTLE BROTHER NOBODIES. BUT THAT AIN’T HOW WE ROLL IN WILDCAT COUNTRY! WE DEE-MAND CHAMPERCHIPS AND COACH CAL AIN’T GITTIN ‘ER DONE. YEAH! I DONE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH COACH CAL AND HIS SNAKE OIL SALESMAN TRICKERATION. ALL WE DO IS LOSE, LOSE, LOSE SO THAT MEANS WE GONNA FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! HIM LIKE BILLY CLYDE IF HE DON’T GIT IT GOIN.
I SEEN HIS EXPN 30 FOR 30 SHOW WHERE COACH CAL LOOKS AT THE CAMERY AND SAYS “You’re gonna hate me because we come to your town and beat your team.” DADGUMMIT! WHAT KIND OF FAKE NEWS IS THAT, COACH CAL? OUR KENTUCKY WILDCATS CAINT WHOOP THEIR WAY OUTTA WET PAPER SACK. THEM FLORIDA BOYS WAS RUNNIN LIKE THEY STOLE SOMETHIN AND WE JUST STOOD THERE AND WATCHED EM GO BY.
AND MALIK MONK SHOOTIN AIRBAWS OUT THERE LIKE A FIVE-YEAR-OLD ON A PLAYGROUND, THEN HE SETS ON THE BENCH AND IS LAUGHIN LIKE HE’S AT A COMEDY SHOW. GIT SERIOUS, MONK! WE IS THE CATS, DADGUMMIT! WE POSED TO BE RESPECTERCATED BUT NOW OTHER SCHOOLS MOCK US. AND COACH CAL JUST SETS ON THE BENCH TAWKIN ON THE PHONE TO HIS NEXT PODCRAST GUEST. “HEY DRAKE, YOU WANNA REE-CORD MY PRODCAST RIGHT NOW? YEAH, I AIN’T DOIN NOTHIN BUT SETTIN HERE WATCHIN MY TEAM LEAK OIL.” LARRY, HAS WE DONE LOST OUR MINDS?
THE ONLY GUY COACH CAL SHOULD BE INNERVIEWIN FOR HIS PRODCAST IS THE GHOST OF ADOLPH RUPP, AND ASTIN HIM HOW TO COACH! WHY IS U UH KAY PAYIN ANOTHER SLICK-HAIRED I-TALIAN MILLIONS OF DOLLARS TO PRODCAST, AND GIT ON INNERVIEWS, AND GO BOOK TOURIN’ WHEN HE OUGHTA BE A-COACHING? AT CHRISTMAS, OUR BOYS POSED TO GO TO CAMP CAL TO GIT BETTER. ALL THEY LEARNT THIS YEAR WAS HOW TO GIVE UP. LET’S CALL IT “CAMP DO IT NO MORE.”
BIG BLUE NATION GOT THE #1 REE-CRUITIN CLASS EVER YEAR AND SOMEHOW COACH FOLD-UP-YOUR-TENT TURNS ‘EM INTO A BUNCH OF PLAYGROUND NOBODIES. COACH CAL ALWAYS SAYS AIN’T NO CRYIN ON THE YACHT. THIS AIN’T NO YACHT! IT’S A GARBAGE BARGE ON FIRE THAT’S ABOUT TO SINK TO THE BOTTOM OF THE KENTUCKY RIVER! WAKE UP, CALIMARI! THIS HERE ONE-AND-DONE VOODOO AIN’T WORKIN. DADGUM U OF SMELL GITS A BUNCH OF NOBODIES AND LOOK WHERE THEY IS IN THE PO. GIT US SOME GUYS WHO WANT TO STAY HERE THREE YEARS AND ACTUALLY GO TO CLASS.
AND QUIT ALL THAT STUPID PRODCASTIN AND BOOK SIGNIN…LET’S GIT BACK TO CRUSHIN FOOLS AND MOCKIN U OF SMELL LIKE WE DONE IN THE GOOD OL DAYS! LITTLE CHILDREN ALL ACROSS KENTUCKY IS CRYIN ABOUT THE NO-COUNT CATS…AND NOW LOTS OF ‘EM IS SWITCHIN OVER TO SOCCER, A DADGUM COMMUNIST GAME FOR BEARDED TATTOOED HIPPIES WHO AIN’T TEACHIN THEIR YOUNG-ENS TO LOVE THE CATS! THIS HERE WORLD IS SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL, DADGUMMIT. COACH CAL GOES TO MASS EVER DAY AND WE KEEP LOSIN SO THAT SHOWS YOU THAT CATHLICKS IS HERETICS WHO AIN’T GOT NO REAL GOD. TRUMP OUGHT TO BUILD A WALL AROUND CATHLICK COACHES SO THEY CAINT INVADE BIG BLUE NATION TO BRING A WALK OF SHAME AFTER EVER GAME!
COME ON, CATS! FIGGER IT OUT! FARDY & OH! FARDY & OH! FARDY &… NAW WAIT…THIRTY FIVE & FIVE! THIRTY FIVE & FIVE!…OR IS IT THIRTY FOUR & SIX? I DONE LOST FAITH AND LOST COUNT!
NBC’s Saturday Night Live perfectly chronicled the strange war between the media and the Trump presidential team. Melissa McCarthy is masterful as White House spokesman Sean Spicer.
Dude. I’m a media guy. If we are going to press forward, let’s at least get our facts straight.
Henry Sadlo and I have been best friends since childhood when we were next door neighbors. Today, thousands know Dr. Sadlo as a respected cardiologist and all-around good soul.
Thanks also to Regan Judd and Dr. Garth Beache for talking about challenges and remedies for heart issues. Later that day, Henry and I had a throughly personal radio conversation about our lives and heart health guidelines about exercise, eating, alcohol consumption, and signs of troubles. Happy Heart Month! Keep your ticker clicking!
The new Republican majorities in Washington and in Kentucky are finally changing the narrative on abortion in America.
Twitter responses on the day of the Pro Life rally offer varied responses on the sanctity of life.
Positive words = positive thoughts
Enjoy this 1949 guide to getting a date. Janice is hot. Apparently she is superior and acts bored.
Try Betty. No wait, she’s not fun.
Whatever you do, never attempt to begin a romantic relationship with a woman dressed as an Arby’s sandwich turned sideways! She’s got a NAAAAAAAAAAAASTY streak!
And now, here is a 1949 dating joke.
A father has three daughters and they all have dates on Saturday night. Just before 7 p.m. there’s a knock at the door.
“Hi, I’m Freddy. I’m here for Betty. We’re going to eat spaghetti. Is she ready?”
The father welcomes Freddy into the foyer. Then there’s another knock at the door.
“Hi, I’m Joe. I’m here for Flo. We’re going to the show. Is she ready to go?”
The father ushers Joe to the foyer. Now there’s a third knock at the door.
“Hi, I’m Chuck.”
[BANG] The father shot Chuck dead.