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Below is the second of 2 e-mails I wrote to Alex while I was work after our 3rd show.  My mind was melting down and this is the most tame of the 2.  The first one probably shouldn’t be read by anyone but me ever again.  What’s interesting to me that I can read this one and see that right everything after the ‘staple the pothole danky’ part is nothing more than song lyrics strung together.  Maybe I’ll annotate it at somepoint but a lot of it you’ll be able to figure out.

In finding this I was reminded that on the day of the very first It’s Late I woke up at Trish’s after maybe an hour of sleep, Alex and I rocked out the show, scored some breakfast together, I went to work, caffeinated all day, dinner somewhere, back to the radio station in South City by 7 to tape Psychtalk (a show I engineered 1996 until it’s demise), then to the Circuit City way out at Clarkson & Manchester to pick up the newfangled DVD player I ordered, and finished the day by driving back home to Mom & Dad’s in Florissant.  If I’d gone to St. Charles for anything I’d have been in all 4 corners of STL in a single day, fueled by multiple liters of Mountain Dew.

Anyway, this cracks me up.

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From: Nick Cowan
Sent: Wednesday, January 20, 1999 3:40 PM
To: ‘The Dude’
Subject: I’m leaving

Gravel lamppost landmine landfall fluroescent candy farm boy lid sewer bench storm of photon thumbtack popcorn Jim Crow underwear wheat wacker Jedi thousand butter if staple the pothole danky square dance hall days love me tender chicken breast and wings over america the beautiful beast of burden my back is broke and lonely so lonely so say say say whatcha watcha watcha watcha want to hurt me do you really wanna jump might as well jump jump daddy mac’ll make ya jump jump around jump around the way girl like you might think it’s foolish games are tearing us apart at the seams falling a party all the time party all the time party all the time in a bottle the first thing I’d like to do the humpty hump do the humpty come on do the wild thing you make my heart sing and rejoice sing and rejoice

A few weeks ago at bed time Porter said, verbatim, with hopeful smile, “Daddy, wouldn’t it be nice if they had a day at the radio station when anyone who wanted to go there could?”  His expression was very touching and for a moment I was a little sad that he thought for some reason he wasn’t allowed to go there. He usually enjoys all access to just about everywhere we go.

So I planned a little mystery date for us this past weekend (the 31st) we trekked down to KDHX to see our friend Paul Stark who hosts the awesomeness that is The Musical Merry Go Round Show.  I’ve known Paul for about 9 or 10 years (he hosted Ska’s The Limit for 15 or so years) and he gave me the o-tay to bring Porter down for his first time at the station.

Porter loved the place and spent a lot of time taking it in, studying, and analyzing everything the way he does.  His little brain is a wonderful place.  So we’re sitting opposite Paul listening to the music and I’m still watching Porter when Paul asks him if he can do something for him, that something being reading the call letters!  Porter was very happy to do it and got to talk on the mic a little bit.  He did a great job and kept it nice a simple – kid’s got great radio instincts.

Now it’s cool if you just want to hear the best little man in the whole wide world (it’s about 90 seconds edited down) but do have a listen to the whole show at the above link because it’s really good.   Paul has a broad range of music and really captures the essence what kids music is while making it fun for grown ups too (remember my sensitive cheese-o-meter).

Even better, it’s becoming a tradition to listen to the latest Show on Sunday afternoons.