From: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org (The Rockford Files) To: rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Subject: The Rockford Files V1 #263 Reply-To: rockford-files@smoe.org Sender: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk The Rockford Files Saturday, October 3 1998 Volume 01 : Number 263 Today's Filings: ----------------- radio stations Dan and Suzy's almost-kinda-sorta-but-not-really rampage, Dan meets rappers, and Olivia... just to have you as my very own personal venus ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 02 Oct 1998 14:13:48 -0700 From: Stacy Lynn Subject: radio stations Hello... It is me again, and this time I am writing with no Bentent. Well how often do I have bentent? Anyway. I have a request to ask of you. I am looking for radio stations! Both commercial and college, and whatever else. This is for my internship at slimstyle. if you know of any radiostations that play ska or swing, please tell me where they are located, and a phone number, email address, anything to contact them by. Major cities would be outstanding, so if you live in any large city, it would be great, but really, any radio station who's format might play ska or swing, let me know. Also, any clubs that host a swing night would be awesome as well. (I'll be expecting an email from Courtney about this, as she would be the resident expert on Swing on this list. =-) I guess that is pretty much it for now. stacy Cuz everyones my friend in New York City And evertything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty The streets are paved with diamonds And there's just so much to see But the best thing about New York City is you and me. --They Might Be Giants "New York City" http://www.u.arizona.edu/~stacyf icq #7641939 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 02 Oct 1998 19:09:27 -0400 From: Dan Cohen Subject: Dan and Suzy's almost-kinda-sorta-but-not-really rampage, Dan meets rappers, and Olivia... Well, I'm writing this having just came back from an odd afternoon in the city. The details: I took the bus into the city to meet Suzy at the agreed-upon place of such meeting at about 4:00 today. The bus was ten minutes late, and I wondered if she'd get fed up with me and leave. As it were, we both got there at about the same time, although we didn't recognize each other at first. Heh. Now, Suzy and I were to meet, I guess, and her friend Giovanna thought I might be a bit nuts. So along came Giovanna and some nameless guy. I dunno. We met and instantly they started talking. D'oh. Out went the usual Dan Cohen charm. Stee-rike one. "Look," said Suzy, "Dan isn't even talking." I wanted to go to Armory Square to show off the Mother Of All Record Stores, but it was too far of a walk, I guess, so that plan was scrapped. Stee-rike two. Hmm. Left completely without a backup plan, we began to walk up Marshall Street. They wanted to go to the Orange Bookstore for some reason. I guess tee-shirt buying. Suzy and I exchanged pleasanteries. By the time I hit the corner, I knew things were going downhill. In the bookstore: They're all looking at shirts. Now, I'm not filled with the same tourist sparkle, since I friggin' live here. We see an ugly blue vest with "Syracuse" embroidered on the breast. I mention that if it were gray, fleece, and was from Old Navy, it would be worn by everyone in my French class. I don't say this with much admiration. Suzy says to Giovanna that I just mentioned the shirt Suzy was wearing this morning. Stee-rike three. And that was, frankly, about it. Some rampage. We were together all of fifteen minutes and I think I said all of fifteen words. And that sucked, you see. I think everyone realized as we hit the corner and they carried on their conversation that it was pretty much gone from then on, and Suzy says, "I feel so bad, Dan." Me: "S'okay, bye." I can take a hint. Damn, I think. It's 4:20 and my plans are shot. Hmm. So, in the spirit of any disheartened rampager, I wander around. Then I'm hungry. I go to McDonald's. Now for the rapper part. Originally, the plan was for me and my friend Rob to go with them to see Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz tonight at SU. This would have been cool. I guess they decided to go party instead, though. So now in real-time, I'm at Mickey D's. Huge line. All I want is a friggin' cheeseburger. Then I hear a scream and the counter wench say "Oh my God! Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz did NOT JUST WALK INTO MICKEY D'S!!!" (By the way, they did.) That's right. The auteurs behind "Deja Vu", the National Anthem Of The World, keep it SO real that they order their own Filet O' Fishes. And I got to meet them. So the counter's going nuts. Lord and Peter get up there and there's a guy in front of them. The counter wench, who is orgasming by now, gives Peter the magic eye and Peter orders. The other guy takes umbrage and he and Peter Gunz begin to get into a shouting match. For a moment, I thought that we were going to have a rap war in McDonald's. But the manager steps in, gives the other guy his order free, shaking Lord Tariq's hand at the same time, and all is well. Now, people are starting to get word of this. There's a huge Nissan Pathfinder outside with the license plate "DEJA VU". Little kids come in, say "What up, Lord Tariq?", and run out screaming. "I SHOOK LORD TARIQ'S HAND!" I say casually to Peter Gunz, "Y'know, you guys could probably get your shit for free now." He laughs. I pay for my burger. I say to them, "Hey, thanks for keeping it real, man." Shake the hands. Damn. How many rap stars buy their own Big Macs? OK. Suzy, let me apologize if that all sounded really mean. I had a good, but brief, time. If you do decide to come to SU again, either for good or to visit, I will do better, I promise. I don't have to explain all of what happened and went wrong to you. The Olivia thing...Suzy knows about this...she has a boyfriend, apparently. Scott somebody. I brought up Homecoming to her and she said she was going with him. I was crushed internally, although I didn't say anything. D'oh. Today would have sucked if not for meeting the rappers. It was nice meeting you, Suz, and you're one definitely cool person. ~Dan ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 02 Oct 1998 03:12:50 -0500 From: Jessica Brandt Subject: just to have you as my very own personal venus CAN'T get enough of GORDON. The Shrub. Jesus. Porn. SNZ. Ginger. Read. Now. NOW. Need i say more? oh...tribe over BoSox and we ain't looking back. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. 4 home runs enough for ya? Jess *********************************************************** I'm not just naked, I'm Naked for Jesus!!! * --+-READ THE SHRUBBERY-+-- * http://www.theshrubbery.prohosting.com --New Every Month- -Humor, Music, News and More-- *********************************************************** ------------------------------ End of The Rockford Files V1 #263 *********************************