Sunday, December 30, 2007
I just posted information about the sidekick position available on our show. You can get there from the mainpage at www.jbandsandy.com
I'm excited to find the right person for this job. I think what we have lined up is going to be a very fun process and a great avenue for some who has never done radio to get their chance.
One of my goals for 2008 is to be much more active on this blog. I hope many of you find it useful and entertaining.
It's been a good vacation, other than getting this damn lung infection that everyone seems to have. I'm trying to shake it because we have our first bike race of the season on Jan 19th! I'm not ready.
I've been wearing out some cd's on the break. Eddie Vedder "Into the Wild". The new Amy Winehouse and the new Subdudes. Killer stuff.
I'm feeling very mellow right now. Built the first fire in a year. Listening to Eddie Vedder, trying to get some work done... but really just trying to get my brain working again because of the break.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
2007 was what I will always recall as a growth year. I set out with new goals to grow as a person and stumbled into more than I anticipated. Maybe that’s something that’s common on the year that you turn 40.
My goals were simple.
I set out to read more, falling short of my goal of 24 books or two a month. I ended up somewhere around 15, which was far better than the 3 or 4 I read the previous year. Some highlights included Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, Mindfulness in Plain English by Bhante Gunaratana, and new books from two of my idols, Woody Allen and Steve Martin.
I had the goal to be more charitable. I won’t go into details but I’m still following my path to increase my contributions annually. I don’t miss the money and hope I helped somebody, somewhere.
I’ve continued my pursuit of fitness and nutrition. It’s amazing how motivating it can be when you have a daughter that you want see grow up as long as possible.
I set out to minimize my life by getting rid of things that I felt were a bit much or extravagant. Reduce the clutter. I raffled off my ’63 Ford pickup only to turn around and win a ’58
I wanted to write. My intention has never been to become a writer, I only wanted to challenge myself and enhance the fun I have on the radio. I have been very fortunate to have been given this opportunity first by Austin Monthly Home and also Rare Magazine. Both of these publications are a “must read” for Austinites and run by great people who take a genuine interest in this city and the product that they put out. It’s a difficult thing to do and what they do is admirable.
I also had the goal to discover new music. I still love the look and feel of a cd, so I made monthly visits to
I told myself I needed to be more “present”. This is difficult to explain. Whenever I was with somebody I cared about, I made a very conscious effort to be there 100%, which in he past, I wasn’t very good at. It’s made me better at many relationships but also it can be dangerous in that it makes you very “aware” of who was not “present” with you. I still have a lot of growth and learning ahead of me with this.
Not to sound cliché, but being “present” gives you a wonderful opportunity to “stop and smell the roses”. Well worth it.
As for my co-workers reaching their goals…. It’s apparent that 2007 was very good to all of you. I’m proud of
Digitz has grown… mostly at being comfortable with who he is, which is not easy. I wish him well in his pursuit of Brad the Bachelor.
I’m proud of Autumn for having the courage to leave…. And there absolutely are not enough words or time to give the details how much you will be missed.
I have yet to put together my goals for 2008. I’ll work that out over the break. Don’t be surprised if next year to see a more spiritural, Zen, JB. Don’t worry, everything will still “Piss me off”, but I’ll be more pleasant, I promise. I always refer to a card that is above my visor that says “All my relationships are harmonious”. I’ve been striving for that and hope to be better at accomplishing that, next year.
Monday, December 10, 2007
It is with great sadness that I write this letter to inform you all that I will be leaving the JB and Sandy Morning Show after our final show on Friday. I had always assumed that I would do radio until they would no longer have me, but I may have come across the opportunity of a lifetime that I have to explore.
To those who know me, it would come as no surprise that I would choose to pursue this dream… for those of you who don’t know me, I’ll fill you in.
I have finally rounded up the funding to write, produce and direct a play about a Women’s Correctional Facility. Many of you know that this is a dream of mine… and it has to be done. I love women. I love prisons and therefore I love womens prisons.
It’s somewhat of a spoof on Women’s prison movies, but loosely based on reality. If you’ve ever seen any of the “Caged Heat” movies, picture them with more pillows, more lingerie, more shower scenes, more shanking and a lot of song and dance numbers.
This project has been in the works for over 10 years, but we have finally overcome some obstacles that have given our investors the confidence then needed.
A key to launching this project was securing top notch talent. As of Dec 1st, we have secured in writing the theatrical talents of Tina Yothers who you might recall from Family Ties or the movies Spunk: The Tonya Harding Story.
We have also secured the likes of the incredibly talented Mindy Cohn, most remembered for her role as Natalie on Facts of Life. It was hard to lure her away from her current voiceover work as Velma in the Scooby Doo direct to DVD voiceovers.
We also needed to secure a “pretty face” for the lead role of Janet, an honor roll student and captain of her University Cheerleading squad, who intentionally robbed a Fabrick Store so she could go behind bars to be reunited with her half sister that she hadn’t seen since they were three, who was put in prison for embezzling from her employer, the local Food Bank.
We expect rotating cameo’s as Janets cellmate from Rumor Willis (daughter of Demi Moore and Bruce Willis), Jill Whelan, who played Vicky on the Love Boat, and Susan Hawk, who you might recall as the truck driver from the Chapera tribe on Survivor Borneo.
The play will also feature Whoopi Goldberg… She won’t act in the play but will be voted as the celebrity all the prisoners would like to visit most at the holiday social.
Another thing needed to launch this project. we have finally figured out a portable system to have running water in a theater atomosphere. Shower scenes are a crucial part of the womens prison culture and expected from theater goers. We have, with the help of Al Gore, finally figured out how to use the smallest amount of water, purify and it and recycle it for the next show. We thought we had this mastered, but had overlooked the quick turnaround need for matinee shows on weekends. With the help of some MIT students, we believe we can pull this off, even though we needed the water to run red with blood after a shower fight scene in the third act.
What put the project over the top is that I have finally gotten written commitments on the musical soundtrack. It will be written and performed by both Pat Benetar and Kenny G. We needed the musical styling of Kenny for the softer scenes, such as the shower or when Janet explores the love of another woman for the the first time. We wanted the explosiveness of Pat for that “get out of your seat, clap your hands sort of feel”, especially in the final scene where Janet finally get’s her long lost half sister out of solitary confinement, uses her cheerleading moves to vault her over the prison wall, only to die in a fire, started by a rival gang. We wanted the audience to leave shocked, exhausted, sad and also exchanging high fives in the parking lot.
I don’t want to give too much away. I hope that this play will eventually make it’s way to Broadway and then back to
Oh, by the way, the play will be called “Slammer Slut Soiree, A Requiem if Four Acts”
See you there.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
This past week we all volunteered to take down a house for Habitat for Humanity. If I am ever reincarnated, I really want to be a Bouakadakis. Autumn showed up to do construction in a brand new pair of Uggs. She trashed em.... classic. I think I could talk my wife into a second wife just so I could marry into this family.... :)
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
You are going to love 2008. I have hereby, by the power vested in me, declared 2008 the Year of the Fatty! Rejoice.
I just left Whole Foods with a cart full of $400 worth of vitamins and powders that are supposed to make me glow like Mathew McCaughnehey. I was bombarded with millions of suggestions for healthy living, row after row. What did I end up with, bananas that were green when I picked them up, yellow by the time I got to the breads and brown by the time I got home. This organic, healthy living is a bunch of crap. Have you ever gotten help in the vitamin section? The person working there is not exactly the picture of health, at least not what I’m hoping to get out of that bottle. I don’t care if your outfit is made of hemp, it looks like it was hand knitted in a dark closet by the spastic Idol winner, Taylor Hicks. Even as I try to leave the store, I’m bombarded by magazines telling me to look, feel and poop better. I bought into all of this for the last 5 years and here’s what it’s done for me. I’ve lost 50 lbs and you could argue that I look better, but certainly not much better. When I was a delicious fatty, I had more fun, had a ton more free time and got more nookie. What is the point of all this? I am encouraging all Americans from this point forward to embrace our chubbiness. It’s who we are and we should be proud of it. Americans are always going to be fat just as the French and always going to be rude and Thailand will be full of oddly sexy he/she’s.
Think about it. Why do we need to be healthier and fitter? So that we can feel better doing physical activity? … that doesn’t make much sense. Eliminate the physical activity and start feeling better immediately. Here’s a true story. About 9 years ago, I bought a bike and decided I was going to get into shape. I met a guy named John who was into bike racing and we became friends. Since then I have been striving to be the level of bike racer equivalent to John. It’s been absolute torture. Sure I’ve lost weight and could arguably say I’m doing better. But the amount of pain and suffering I feel training on the bike far outweighs the amount of pain and suffering I used to feel smoking cigars, drinking Crown and just hanging out, being obese. You decide. Which is worse, suffering during physical fitness or when inactive. I can assure you, that getting winded walking from the parking lot into Long John Silvers is far less excruciating than the daily training needed to be a mediocre bike racer that hasn’t won a race EVER. John and I have an ongoing joke that if I hadn’t chosen bike race and instead, would have chosen to learn to play bass guitar, by now I would have had 15 hours a week over 9 years of practice. I would undoubtedly be known around
If you are not going to get more lovin’, there must be some advantage to being thin. I couldn’t think of one, except maybe to live longer. Think about it. Do you really want to live to be 110? My theory is that if you can’t accomplish anything significant in your life by the time you are 50, you are not very likely to knock it out given another 50 years.
I could only think of three different people who want us to live longer. These are people that prey on the elderly. The owners of Luby’s Cafeteria and the makers of Depends and Rascal Scooters. Staying healthy our whole lives is a bad idea. The only people I can think of that wanted to live forever were the entire cast of “Fame”. Sure, impromptu dancing on cars is fun, I don’t know if you have seen Irene Cara lately, but she looks more like Mr. Miyagi than someone capable of doing The Electric Slide on a Chrysler Sebring.
We say that we want to live longer for our children and grandchildren. Wrong. They can’t wait for us to kick the bucket and cash in. We’ll be bragging that we were capable of climbing
Here’s another reason to balloon up. President Bush’s popularity is on the decline and he runs a 6:30 mile. Michael Moore’s popularity is on the rise, he’s on the Wall of Flame for eating 630 hot wings. What do you want to do, be the fast guy in
If I can be popular without being thin, I am a true champion. That’s more to be proud of than that stupid medal you got for paying to run a marathon. What did you really get out of that, some orange slices and bloody nipples? I hope some large people are reading this and laughing. Those healthy people that are constantly “down dogging” on their stinky yoga mats are the biggest bunch of complainers ever. My wife and I are surrounded by fit friends. They all wine like old people. They always have some sort of ailment or aching part of their body that was caused by the very activity that was supposed to make them feel better. I know this, because as we speak my foot is on ice with tendonitis….from running. In an effort to achieve maximum fitness, I have spent a fortune on personal training, gym memberships, vitamins, blood tests, allergy tests and workout gear. I honestly spend enough annually that I could afford a boat on
Trust me. In your quest for a fit life, you are going to end up in the doctors office with a litany of complaints. As soon as a handful of good doctors start poking and prodding you all you are going to get are a lot of bills and find out a dozen things that are wrong with you. Here I’ll save you the time. “Your _____ is not function as well as it should, looks like we will need more ______ testing and to possibly remove your ______.” There, I just saved you about $8,000, go buy yourself a hot tub.
Why live longer, I’ve already watched 23 seasons of The Real World, do I really need another 57? 2008 is the year we show the world what America is all about. Throw away your New Balance and meet me at Huts Hamburgers for a Shiner Bock Ice Cream Float. Behold! The Year of the Fatty!
Here is an article I wrote about Halloween that is featured in the fall issue of Austin Monthly Home:
Anyone under the age of 18, stop reading this immediately. It will do nothing but upset you. I’m serious. I said stop. This is moms and dads magazine anyway, go play with your Gameboy because what I have to say is going to really upset you. Kids, why are you still here? Didn’t your folks spend $500 getting you an iphone? Go listen to some Arctic Monkeys or go watch your friends light each other on fire on You Tube or something.
Halloween was amazing when we were kids. It was far more special, politically incorrect, and completely reckless. It was probably the closest most of us have come to our death without knowing it.
The biggest comparison, right off the bat, when we were kids there was no going to Target or Wal-Mart picking out from hundreds of costumes. When we were kids, you thought about what you wanted to be and most of the time mom and dad left it up to you to put it all together. This really separated the ultra creative, industrious types from the downright lazy. Typically, we just dressed up as whatever sport we were participating in, Football player, ballet dancer, etc... There were other homemade choices. Mom would only hang on to her wedding dress so long before she would let daughters chop it up and become the bride of Frankenstein. A popular choice with the boys was Dracula. Hopefully, you were persuasive enough to have mom get you some novelty teeth. Throw a little Crisco in your hair and a black towel over your shoulders and bam, you were from
Once we had our costumes sorted out we needed something to collect and store our candy. Back in the day we didn’t use those silly little plastic pumpkins. There is no way an earth that those were going to be able to hold my planned haul of chocolate for the evening. I needed more volume. We would head to our rooms and grab our pillow cases, toss the pillow on the floor and head out with the full intention of filling that entire case. Sometimes we would have to come by the house to empty it for second trips. Things filled up a lot faster back then because there were no “bite size” candies. Everything was full sized indulgent, American style. It was more candy than any kids should eat in a lifetime, yet we still managed to polish it off before Thanksgiving.
Something that made it so much better than trick or treating is that we didn’t seem to worry, nor did our parents about the likelihood of our death on Halloween. Looking back, odds were not in our favor. We all would gather, ages ranging from 2 to the neighborhood teenager that just started driving. We would pile into the teens truck and head off to a higher class neighborhood with hopes of getting larger, fancier candy. Parents would stay home to pass out candy and see to it that all the adult beverages were consumed properly. Here we would have a pack of kids larger than the Jolie-Pitt clan, piled into the back of a reckless pickup in our extremely flammable, suffocating, non-reflective costumes. Flashlights, we didn’t need no stinkin flashlights. We were very stealth, could smell the risk and we loved it.
Back then, Trick or Treat really meant that. Some homes would pass out candy, others would offer up a trick, which meant scaring the Apple Dumpling Gang half to death. Strangers would invite us into their homes. Could you imagine that now? They would lure us into the darkest, deepest part of their homes and show us body parts, axes, chainsaws and blood. Today a stranger invites you into your home to show you a body part and somebody’s going to jail. It was probably a good thing that we traveled to better neighborhoods in search of gigantic candy bars. Our own neighborhood had its share of creepy people. Seems like every neighborhood in the 70’s had a guy that apparently had no job, used to hang around shirtless in a pair of Jack Tripper short shorts, sporting a porn stache and wanting to hang out with the kids way too much… again, blaring Skynard, Molly Hatchet or The Doobie Brothers. The rest looked like ax murderers. These guys were pretty harmless, but on today’s standards…
So have fun kids. Ah! I knew you would still be reading. Good luck having as much fun as we did. I don’t know how you can with your parents with you, reflective gear, flash lights, seat belts and costumes that WON’T catch on fire! Lame. You’re probably off to go trick or treating at your school or Ikea where they hand out lawn chairs instead of candy, far far away from criminals. Double lame.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
In case you forgot or haven't had a chance to purchase your tickets, here's a reminder for you. Buy your tickets to win my '63 Ford truck on Nov. 9th. You don't have to be present to win but I would love to hand the keys to the winner at Uncle Billy's Brew & Que. The giveaway will probably be around 8pm. Come early for dinner. I think Autumn is playing at 5pm.
It's not everyday that a living legend like Darrell K. Royal. He's a pretty interesting guy. For ex: Did you know that his middle initial is just that "K". It's not a name beginning with K, just the letter K in honor of his mother that died from cancer.
Also, three National Championships. His overall coaching record was 184-60-5.
Read more about him here:
I got a little ambitious and started polishing my '66 Airstream. It took me about three hours to do this front quarter. It makes a huge difference and gives it a mirror finish. It took about 2 hours just to do the door. I may have bit off more than I can chew, but for some lame reason, I feel like I need to do this. The pro's charge WAY to much to do this.
There's something kind of relaxing about labor in standing there buffing this thing for hours... sort of takes your mind off things. I'll take some more pics when it's done. I think it's going to take about 50 hours to complete the buffing. It's a process with wool pads and three different kinds of metal polish, then later a wax sealant. I love how the vintage airstreams buff up to a mirror finish. They stopped doing this mirror finish on Airstreams, it's more of a dull silver finish now.
I don't know if you are even interested in my Airstream project, but I thought some of you might be. There are some plans to do some updates inside soon as well. I'll keep you posted.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Oh well, you'll just have to wait.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
The ride we did on Saturday with Lance and the big fundraisers was at Mandola Winery in Driftwood. I can't wait to go back to this place for a dinner, tour or a bottle of wine on the deck. This place is so beautiful it's hard to believe you are just outside of Austin. I want to retire in the Dripping Springs or somewhere between there and Johnson City. Abosultely gorgeous.
Forgot to mention that on Friday night we hit the Block 21 party downtown. I'm not much of a "party guy" but this was a pretty impressive setup for an empty block that is yet to be developed. Huge tents, cool outdoor seating, great food and music from Robert Randolph who puts on a kick ass show. I'm pretty pro-downtown living and development, so I'm excited about the project and about getting a W Hotel in Austin. We had a great time up until I lost our group and wandered around like a lost puppy for about an hour.
In the pics are my wifes friend Wende and mimicing the "pary chicks" are me and Peter. Very cool party.
This was a big weekend as the Livestrong challenge took place in Austin over the weekend. I did my very first real bike ride just over 10 years ago. I remember not being sure if I could complete the 25 miler. The following year I did the 100 mile and a couple years after that progressed to bike racing. On Saturday, my cycling team got to take part in an annual tradition of doing support for the Peloton members who raise the most money. This was an incredibly impressive group of people who all raised over 30,000 dollars for the Lance Armstrong Foundation. These people are all incredible fundraisers, but not all neccesarily avid cyclists. My team does support and helps those who struggle with the ride and makes sure they all get their opportunity to ride up next to Lance and get their picture taken. I had an incredible time hanging out with these inspiring people. I recall talking to Tony who was here from Ireland and raised over $200,000. Amazing. Congratulations to everyone who took part of the Livestrong Weekend, including over 4,000 of you who did the 5k run on Saturday.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
I never could get these guys together for a good pic. Here is a snapshot of my dad with his classmates going all the way back to kindergarten. These guys were hysterical the way they talk to each other. They spent most of the afternoon calling each other things like peckerheads and assholes.