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[bryant]

With the arrival of the Doctor Demento Show Archive, I can now point to show #91-19, from May 12th, 1991. The number one song on the Doctor Demento Funny Five that day was "Give Peaks A Chance," from DJ Glazed Donut and The Knotted Cherry Stems. "Give Peaks A Chance" was on the Funny Five for four weeks straight, beginning the week after it was played for the first time. It was #12 on the year-end rankings.

This has meaning to me because I'm one of The Knotted Cherry Stems. The song was recorded back when I was living in Iowa City; a bunch of us were serious Twin Peaks fans, and were very unhappy about the show being cancelled. We all joined the Committee for Opposing the Offing of Peaks and made as much noise as we could. I dunno if we helped, but the show did get renewed for another season or so after all, which made us happy. Also, the show sent out Harry Goaz (Deputy Andy), Frank Silva (Killer Bob), and a publicist for a visit. In retrospect I notice that they didn't send us any of the actual professional actors on the show, but both Harry and Frank were very cool and fun to talk to. I got to drive everyone around a lot.

You can retrieve an MP3 of show #91-19 here; our song starts about 6:15 into the MP3 of the show's final segment. You'll need to register to get download access. I'm part of the chorus, plus I also sing "James Hurley on his hog" in the third verse.

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[robotnik.livejournal.com]

Remember the night you were explaining the internet to me @ the Thirsty Scholar, and I said some time I want to get the whole pod together for story time and hear all the random unexpected stories from everybody's lives? Things like this make feel it's an imperative.

I don't know that I'll actually download the MP3, mind you. This may be one of those things where knowing it exists is cooler than actually hearing it. :)

Re: !

[bryant]

I'm up for it. Usually takes a couple of years for me to, you know, feel comfortable talking about myself, but it would seem that I'm just about there.

[head58.livejournal.com]

If this past Friday is any indication, alcohol is a big help in that arena.

Sadly, I don't think I have any good stories. I mean, I've already told my going to GenCon with a 16 year old runaway (and the guy that writes the CoH comic book) across state lines and almost getting arrested when a copy thought she was a hooker and I was her john story. That's about all I've got.

[robotnik.livejournal.com]

Again, I say: !

Well, I haven't heard that story (other than just now).

[head58.livejournal.com]

That's about all there is to the story. Except that it was about a month after I'd gotten married and the aforementioned 16-yr-old (who had taken to cavorting about her hotel room topless with other chainmail bikini grrls she'd met at the con) hit on me and I made a successful Will Save against her wiles.

Oh, there was the time I stalked Walter Koenig too. But I'll hold onto that one in case we ever do get together for this.

[robotnik.livejournal.com]

See? I've done this before with other groups of friends, and this is what ALWAYS happens*: everybody says "oh, my life is boring, I have no good stories, neener neener neener." But you push them a little, and then a little bit more, and when the story finally comes out there are topless chainmail bikini girls (isn't that a contradiction?) jumping on the beds in your hotel room, at GenCon of all places.

Who needs Baron Munchausen?

*Except for with me. My life actually is boring. I have no good stories.

[head58.livejournal.com]

To clarify: by day they were Girls! In chainmail bikini! Walking around! at the con. In the evening, back at the hotel where my friends were staying, they all seemed to congregate and remove said bikini tops.

The 16 year old in question had not gone intending to be a Girl! in chainmail bikini! but was invited to join them upon her arrival.

Also, it wasn't my hotel room, but the room where my friends were staying, where I visited briefly (before fleeing for my married life like a scene out of a Hall & Oates video). I was supposed to stay there, but got bumped to somebody else's hotel out by the airport at the last minute. I'm actually very okay with that.

But I seem to be threadjacking Bryant's post about his Dr Demento 15 minutes, which is in the final analysis much cooler than my teen runaway antics, although less salacious.