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Junk drawer 4/27 - DJ

 

I created this post hoping to lift spirits in case of a loss. I just didn’t know we were going to lose it this way. I took the original intro and pushed it into the main text. It’s a musical melody of sorts. I thought it might provide some mental divergence into some lighthearted fun. I know the obvious first song in this melody should be a heartbreaker type, but I can’t bear to put that in here.

But I also know I’m going to wake up tomorrow after this mental hangover, and even though the odds are now against us, I’m going to want to fight to the very end. I’d rather end the season in game 6 than in game 5, and to end in game 7 is better than in game 6.

I’m going to want to cheer, scream, and fight, tooth and toenail to the very end, ‘till as long as this blessed season lasts. I want blood on the floor. I no longer want the Rockets to take out my worst enemy who wear the puke yellow and purple. We will do that ourselves next year. I want the Rockets (if they proceed on) to go on bloodied. To feel the pain of a warrior who refused to die. To go on battle wounded and to die in 4 straight because they had no more will to live. Yes they won the match, but we took the life out of them.

I am a Blazer fan. That is the only way I think. I was born a Blazer. I bleed black and red.

So yes, please receive this post as it was originally intended. Let us regroup, lick our wounds, and enjoy a little time with our women, our men, our loved ones, let us enjoy a little music with close friends. 

Tomorrow we are Blazer Warriors, and we shall live or die as such.

This is R Hubbard, 42nd cousin to the legendary jazz trumpeter Freddie Hubbard, scratching out some tunes (wicky wicky wah) all night long with commercial free interruption on the RG frequency, B-E-D-G

How about we bubble scratch them Blazers off the bubble, with getting the offense started in game 5. 

And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin',

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

 Roy and LMA need to get strobing, and Blake needs to erase that baby scratch from Brooks. Let’s see some good pick, shake and rolls.

 You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire

 Yeah, do it, do it, do it ‘til you’re satisfied.

Oh, that's the way, uh-huh uh-huh,
I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh.
That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh,
I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh.

 
Get an early start tomorrow, you don’t wanna be stuck in that off work traffic.

"Down a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air..."

 
The muzaks coming all night long from no particular era and in no particular order.

This ones from TiH and  goes out to Tominrehab

If you want to get down, down on the ground, cocazzzzzzzzzzzzrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppppp

 
Get that stuff outta here, let’s try something different.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.

{CHORUS}
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,

Oh well, that’ll have to do.



Request lines are open.
This goes out to prezofdeath…..from a girl named Mary.

Jesus is just alright with me, jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, jesus is just alright

I dont care what they may know
I dont care where they may go
I dont care what they may know
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

 
Claire, some Men In Black just left the studio…very mysterious…something about a "porcelain throne" illegally carried across the border years ago.

Now how about an old song from Cash.

I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone.

 This party just getting started. We’re going to be here all night. It’s time for some bromance people, that’s a metaphor sisters, everyone is invited here….snuggle up to your BFF...RG style elbow to elbow.

Well, my friends, the time has come
To raise the roof and have some fun
Throw away the work to be done
Let the music play on
(play on, play on)

Everbody sing, everybody dance
Lose yourself in wild bromance
We're going to party
Karamu, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along!
We're going to party
Karamu, fiesta, forever
Come onand sing along!
We're going to party
Karamu, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along!

All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)

 Blazer Dancers are you ready

How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance

By standing on the wall.

Get your back up off the wall

'Cause I heard all the people sayin':

Get down on it
get down on it

Get down on it
get down on it
come on and
Get down on it
get down on it

 We have a real treat here for ya tonight folks. The Soggy Bottom Boys are standing right next to me. That’s right, Everett, Pete, and Delmar. And this tain’t no recordin’ they’re singin’ strait into the tin can.


I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to ol' Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.

The place where he was born and raised........
........................

Maybe your friends  think I'm just a stranger
My face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given,
I'll meet you on Gods golden shore

He'll meet you on God's golden shore

See you fellers at the game. Don’t kiss no horny toads along the way.

This request comes from a far distant future over 20,000 light years away. Blazerrainbow5 sends one out to galacticlove, a new listener to B-E-D-G. I haven’t seen the box score yet but I hear this new listeners' a record breaker. This request also has a message with it. Why do I feel like "Casey" Kasem right now. He says don’t worry about nothing, everything works out perfectly in the future. The year is 4039, the Blazers have been champions for thirty years. Greg is aging backwards and is the beast we thought he’d be, and Rudy’s still hitting the 3 and looks very dashing with silver-white hair. 

From across the galaxies of time Blazerrainbow5 sends out this song, "Cosmic Messenger" by Jean Luc Ponty

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Man that cat can make the electric violin sing.

Speaking of long distance, we have a bunch of requests from the Blazer sisters sending one out to Rudy.

Cueing one up right now.

blush

zing…crash   (record shatters against the wall)

 

blush

zing….shatter

 

Come on ladies, I can’t broadcast this over the airwaves.

blush

zing…crash

 

here’s one.

 

Hold me, hold me,
Never let me go until you’ve told me, told me,
What I want to know and then just hold me, hold me
Make me tell you I’m in love with you.

Thrill me, thrill me,
Walk me down the lane where shadows will be, will be
Hiding lovers just the same as we’ll be, we’ll be,
When you make me tell you I love you.

Kiss me, kiss me,
And when you do I’ll know you that you will miss me, miss me,
If we ever say adieu so kiss me, kiss me,
Make me tell you I’m in love with you

 

Let’s get behind these Blazers and show some support, We need this game.

 

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This this whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

We need to sing some songs tomorrow night.

 

Defense, clap clap, Defense, clap clap, Defense, clap clap
Defense, clap clap, Defense, clap clap, Defense, clap clap

 

I wrote this one last night, who knows,  maybe it’ll help.

Offense, clap clap, Offense, clap clap, Offense, clap clap
Offense, clap clap, Offense, clap clap, Offense, clap clap

 

For you basketball challenged people, we do the Defense chant when they have the orange ball. We do the Offense chant when we have the orange ball. Hey you with the kegger size beer-mug-cap. I’m talking to you – Just follow everybody else.

 

The karaoke lounge is now open. Come on in and chat, or if you feel brave, grab the mic and belt one out.

 

While you’re filing in, get ready to rock the Rose Garden tomorrow night.

 

And I’ll cue another one up.

 

Buddy youre a boy make a big noise
Playin in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo face
You big disgrace
Kickin your can all over the place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Buddy youre a young man hard man
Shoutin in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo face
You big disgrace
Wavin your banner all over the place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

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