tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3389902.post6050251056267555667..comments2023-10-28T06:19:33.110-04:00Comments on Current.org Blog: WDUQ staffers lose jobs as of June 30Druhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04113068910907963072noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3389902.post-36281504787649873732011-06-19T15:56:05.435-04:002011-06-19T15:56:05.435-04:00Fred Serino is a rock, and if the new organization...Fred Serino is a rock, and if the new organization doesn't hire him to head development operations, they're crazy.JimLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07892635459654979189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3389902.post-23667053344941298612011-06-19T12:05:09.715-04:002011-06-19T12:05:09.715-04:00with apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer . . .
E...with apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer . . . <br /><br />EPM Strikes Out<br /><br />The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Jazzville fans that day:<br />Their radio station sold, with no more music left to play<br />And then when Yacovone retired, and Plaskett retired too,<br />A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of DUQ.<br /><br />A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest<br />Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;<br />They thought, if only somehow the Jazzers could get but a whack at that –<br />We'd put up even money, now, with Jazzers at the bat.<br /><br />But Hanley'd left the station, as had also "Johnson John,"<br />And Cardamone was a lulu and Ferraro woebegone;<br />So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,<br />For there seemed but little chance of Jazzers getting to the bat.<br /><br />But Dick Roberts issued a release, to the wonderment of all,<br />Said Jazzers, though much despis-ed, wouldn't have to lose it all;<br />And when the dust had lifted, and the folks saw what had occurred,<br />There was to be jazz on Saturday night, displayed like a polished turd.<br /><br />Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;<br />It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;<br />It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,<br />For Jazzers, angry Jazzers, weren't satisfied with that.<br /><br />There was ease in the Jazzers' manner as they put their plan in place;<br />There was pride in the Jazzers' bearing and a smile on their collective face.<br />And when, responding to the jeers, YEP locked its Facebook page,<br />No stranger in the crowd could doubt the depth of Jazzers' rage.<br /><br />Ten thousand eyes were on them as they hurled a little dirt;<br />Five thousand tongues applauded and cried they would be hurt.<br />Then while the scheming Humphrey ground their DUQ to dust,<br />Defiance gleamed in the Jazzers' eyes, for them, it's "Jazz or Bust!"<br /><br /> And now the boycott's taken flight, from Facebook friend to friend,<br />And Jazzers vow to battle on until the bitter end.<br />Close by their trusty radios, they heard Bob Studebaker's voice,<br />Saying "Two more weeks of jazz to go," but it's clear that's not by choice.<br /><br />From Pittsburgh, from the suburbs, and beyond, came a muffled roar,<br />Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.<br />"Kill him! Kill Charlie Humphrey!" shouted someone taking a stand;<br />And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Tony raised his hand.<br /><br />With a smile of Christian charity great Tony's visage shone;<br />He stilled the rising tumult; he bade that life go on;<br />He made plans to retire, and once more the Jazzers knew;<br />That EPM'd ignored them, and the public said, "Strike two."<br /><br />"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;<br />But one scornful look from Oliphant and the audience was awed.<br />They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,<br />And they knew that cultural fascists wouldn't let jazz play again.<br /><br />The sneer is gone from the Jazzers' lips, their teeth are clenched in hate;<br />They bristle at the notion that elitists command their fate.<br />And so the Jazzers fight the fight, but the ball's not in their court<br />“Six hours of jazz is plenty! You should be happy" was Grant's retort.<br /><br />Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;<br />A jazz band's playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light<br />And somewhere folks are laughing, and somewhere children shout;<br />But there'll be no joy in Jazzville - if the Jazzers' cause strikes out.<br /><br />So pack up your DUQ coffee mug and mail it to EPM,<br />And send those folks the message that you’ll not be supporting them<br />Until they play the music that fills Jazzville with so much cheer.<br />And if they do not like it, they should cry into their (donated) beer.<br /><br />- PubliusAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com