CONGRATULATIONS TO RUDY, BUT...

Ever have one of those good and bad days all in one? Here's the scoop. Rudy Desantis of Mindcandy and of course our old show was up for some Detroit Music Awards Friday night. Congrats to Mindcandy on winning People's Choice Award at the DMAs for Best Hard Rock Band. Rudy even heard the announcement this time and FINALLY made it on stage to accept. In the past with every win he was either in line at the bar too drunk to hear it, or passed out in the men's room or an alley or whatnot. So he's on stage accepting the award and giving shoutouts to everyone and feeling great. The night only gets better because he parties heavily with the band and all his friends. So heavily that he says he forgets most of the night. He knows he went other places but it became a blur. Night ends and story gets good when his friend drops him off at Rudy's apartment. Rudy says he does not remember the ride home, but there he was. Gets out of the car, goes into his apartment through his sliding glass door which he brilliantly had left unlocked. Walks in only to find............

NOTHING...............

everything was gone. He says they not only hit his place, it was like they backed up a truck and emptied out nearly everything. Stereo gone. Computer gone. Gaming console gone. Even lamps, stuff off the walls, furniture, everything. Gone. He's now in shock and wanders into his bedroom. Sees the tv in the bedroom is still there but it is smashed into unrecognizable pieces all over his floor. Looks around to see they even took his bed. He says he stood there dumbfounded thinking those words over and over in his drunken head..."They even took my bed!".

Maybe by now you're getting it.

So he doesn't call the cops. Whether it is because he's drunk or just in shock, he wasn't sure. But he just keeps walking around his apartment for half an hour. When asked if this were an exaggeration of time he said no. Half an hour he's in there, walking from empty room to empty room, not believing how he'd been robbed. Those thoughts never even slowed down when he saw the spackling on the walls. He was even thinking how he couldn't drive anywhere this drunk, but how he did not want to sleep on the floor. So 35 minutes or so into this nightmare, he's back in the living room looking at said floor and thinking "They even took my carpet." Then thought, "Not only did they take my carpet, they replaced it with this crappy old carpet." Something about that thought stuck with our drunken Rudy. It rattled in his head a moment or three, when it finally hits him he's in the wrong apartment.

Rudy was so hammered he actually walked the wrong way after being dropped off and was at the far end of his complex, and let himself in through a different unlocked sliding glass door to the wrong, vacant apartment.

The father in me thinks how this could have ended tragically. Imagine it had been an occupied apartment, and occupied by a gun owner, and this drunk guy walks in to your living room and (I imagine here what would have gone down) starts screaming at you to get out. I think Mr. Gunowner would have left Mr. Rockawardgetter in a pool of blood and Jaeger.

Anyway, congratulations to Mindcandy for the win and to Rudy for surviving another night.

NICOLE SALEM

For those who read the 'shocking' link here the other day, here's the funny follow up. It took about 36 hours but then I finally get this text message from our former traffic girl Nicole...

have you been telling people in emails that I'm a man???????????

So I don't respond to that, and about nine hours later I get another text that says...

nevermind, some jerk made one of those fake news articles saying I was a man and someone else must've emailed it around to people!

I guess Nicole knew something the rest of us didn't...that I would NEVER be responsible for such a thing, lol. So I finally told her it was me.

Okay, so she is indeed a girl and she really wants this WRIF Rock Girl thing and she really IS in the top 16 so if you loved her on D&D (or even if you didn't) go to www.wrif.com and vote for her!

Another note: after a rough year for Rudy's band Mindcandy did you know they are STILL up for some Detroit Music Awards? Impressive since they've been going through some major reorganizing and not on the scene as much. I still think Rudy's writing is genius in the chosen genre and is what's always made that band.

SHOCKING
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WHERE ARE WE

It must be that a lot of people find this blog recently, by chance, and don't go through the archives to the first few posts. So again for those listeners who keep asking, here's what's up. Bill and I are in a non-compete phase of our old contract with CBS. If we want to go back on the air in Detroit, we are legally compelled to be out of work for one year under terms of our old contract with CBS because they don't want to have to compete against us. We are free to be on air in other parts of the country, and I won't get into what we've entertained in that regard. But for everyone who continues to ask, no we are not on air anywhere right now, we're not working, and we have not moved away from Detroit. I would love to be able to tell you what the future holds for D&D as a show, but right now I just can't. I do want everyone to hear from us again, and for it to be better than ever. Hang in there.

Oh, what a scary 1st period that was for the Redwings yesterday! That's all I saw of the game because my son was going stir crazy and needed to get out of the house so I gave up the rest of the game to play with him outside. Nashville was pouring it on though and I'm watching those first several minutes of attack thinking no way could Osgood keep that up the whole game. Then he shuts them out. Shows what I know about sports...not much, lol. Go Wings!

Anyone see Sport Science last night? They had boxer Chris Byrd going through experiments to try to bust the myth that sex before a big game hurts your performance. They did pre-sex and post-sex studies of his leg strength, cardio, punching power and then blood work for testosterone levels. Byrd says he's never believed what a lot of athletes hold true; that abstaining before competition gives you an edge. According to the results, Byrd's right. If anything, his abilities increased four hours after sex. Thing is I don't know that I buy the results. Like I say I've never but that much of a sports guy, but whenever I've heard this I always assumed the theory was more psychologically based than physically based; that abstaining would put you in some more aggressive frame of mind, something that would be much harder to prove or disprove than testosterone levels. Still Sport Science is a fascinating show. Look for it on FSN on Sunday nights.

APOLOGIES

for not having posted anything for several days. Morning after I was at the Joe I got really sick. Some funky upper respiratory thing. Thought it would be a day or two but its been 6 days now. Finally broke down saw a doctor and got an antibiotic. Haven't been this sick in a long time. It's the kind of sick where you think you might be feeling a little better, so you do something as simple as get up, take a shower and get dressed, and you feel like you've loaded trucks all day and need to collapse.

So thank God the jury had the guts to convict JP on the stiffest charge. Call me crazy but I think once you cut your murder victim's head off, use it as a puppet then burn the body, it doesn't strike me as self-defense. Didn't strike them either.

Kwame update. Still scum.

I slept through the earthquake!!! My wife felt it but I never woke up. I was sad about that. I lived in the LA area for awhile and felt several there, and it is a very cool thing to experience. Kind of reminds you who, or what, is really in charge I suppose.

Heard from Jason Carr from Fox2 the other day. We've been trying to get together for a beer for like 2 years now and something's always going on with one or the other being busy, so we're finally supposed to get this done next week. He's the guy who I met flying with the Blue Angels. That guy's a stud; took it like it was a walk around the mall. He's also the guy who did the very funny report on Bill Doyle's in studio testing of the Gamer Trough.

Oh, heard from Pat the Weirdo last night too. He's going to try out for Big Brother. If my mother-in-law could win on the Price Is Right, then what the hell?

I wish I could have been at the Joe less than two minutes into overtime last night. On tv it sounded as loud as I've ever heard it. There must be a lot of sore throats in metro Detroit today.

Okay, I'll shut up now.

D-MAC

Congrats to the Wings on going up 2 and 0 against Nashville, and especially to Darren McCarty. I was at the game tonight, and the Joe just went crazy. What a great story. He scored the first goal of the game, and to see those arms raise up in victory against everything he's been through, just awesome. Nothing more to say about it. He's a great guy and it was a great moment.

JP ORLEWICZ

Thrill Kill co-defendant Alexander Letkemann was on the stand today giving graphic testimony on the murder of Daniel Sorensen. This was the case where the guy was lured to that garage, jumped and throat slit from behind, head was cut off, body was burned. Now, I know I've been a bit out of touch with the news during the month of March being disconnected from the world down in Florida and all, so if this next detail was already well known forgive me, but FOX2 tonight was the first I'd heard of it. According to Alex, after JP Orlewicz cut Sorensen's head off, JP then picked up the head and started moving Sorensen's lips with his hand and put on a voice, pretending like it was Sorensen talking to Alex. Can you imagine being so completely lacking in anything human that you could make a joke and mock the guy you just killed? Wouldn't you think, unless you were a total monster, that you'd be just a little unnerved by what you'd just done? And can you imagine being Sorensen's parents, in the courtroom, having to hear that? How do you not try to outrun the deputies straight to Orlewicz upon hearing that?

KWAME

Anybody reading this just see Fox2's Kwame story tonight? So we knew he had the mayor's office resources being used to "monitor" the media's coverage of his felony charges (HEY KWAME, MONITOR THIS...FUCK YOU...) but now the mayor's office has hired a national company to monitor any coverage of his scandal nationwide. Last night a station in Florida aired a piece on the group trying to issue a symbolic eviction notice to Kwame and this morning someone from his office is on the phone with the Florida station complaining about it. City Council was unaware of this latest expenditure of what is suspected to be taxpayer's money used to hire this company. Unbelievable. This guy is borderline megalomaniacal. Oh! Did you catch the part where he's saying the council has no business looking into his secret settlement dealings and that it's all political? Dude, why would ANYONE believe ANYTHING that comes out of your mouth at this point? You are a liar.

THE RUDY STORY

Does anyone remember the old story told on air about how Rudy was so scrawny that he used to borrow girls clothes and belts because they would fit him?

Okay, so while we're in Florida turns out Rudy was about an hour away on a week's vacation with his family. He was getting antsy being around mom and dad and sister and brother-in-law and not being able to cut loose in true Rudy-like fashion, so he borrows a car and drives an hour one way to the marina then rents the water taxi (boat) to get over to our island to hand out with us for a day. He had his first beer before even getting off the dock. I saw him from halfway across the bay. Not him so much as his blaze orange Jagermeister cap. It was like a guy with delirium tremors wearing a traffic cone on his head. So the drinking continues throughout the day. Rudy, Stacee and I go down to the beach (had someone with us watching the kids, no worries) and party all afternoon downing Coronas and Miller Lites. The wind that day was so fierce (just after a storm) that it felt like we were being sandblasted, well, literally. We all went body boarding, boogie boarding, whatever you want to call it, and that was way cool. So now we're half tanked and we go back to the beach house and I grill up some dinner. After that the three of us are going to take a boat to the mainland and go out for some drinks. Rudy puts on a pair of shorts which are falling right off his frame. He'd pull em back up take three steps and they were nearly at his knees again. Yep, the only shorts he brought with him. What to do. I ask Stacee if he can borrow a belt. So there's Rudy, wearing a pretty rhinestone belt belonging to my wife. Now I've known the guy for years, but that seemed to make it all the weirder to go out drinking with a guy who's wearing my wife's clothing. So Stacee and I along with Rudy in drag go to the mainland and we find a Hooter's. Imagine how pleased my wife is that we're sitting in a Hooter's with her belt on Rudy and my eyes on, well, no, I would never. (cough cough)
So that night Rudy and I got so hammered while my wife simply tolerated us. Her mistake was she stopped drinking earlier whereas Rudy and I being the professionals we are knew to keep going. We had beer, shots of Kamikazees, some specialty Hooter's drink with vodka I think, shots of Jack...well I had the shots of Jack that night and Rudy wouldn't join me in any, so when he went to the bathroom I took a shot of Jack and poured it in his Corona, he came back took one sip and, "Okay who's the assclown who put Jack in my f'ing beer!" ... and lots more drinks I can't even remember. We were never driving though so what the hell. I just felt bad for Stacee because she's never seen Rudy like this. The more he drank the more he tried flirting with waitresses (we didn't stay at Hooters we went other places) and Rudy's whole flirting style is very strange. Instead of complimenting the girl he's hitting on he sorta compliments himself to the girl. Yeah, it didn't work. Oh also we went someplace where there was karaoke and I kept urging Rudy to get up and sing. They had Doors and Stone Temple Pilots and stuff he could've sang, and he kept ALMOST doing it which would have been hysterical in his glittery girl belt and with how drunk he was, but he always chickened out at the last moment. More to tell but I'll wait till one day when he can defend himself, lol. He never did throw up off the side of the boat. Impressive. He crashed on the couch, and in the morning at 7 am I'm up with Jack (my son, not Daniels) and Jack is jumping on him and kicking him in the back screaming "wake up! wake up Rudy!" and he was so wasted he didn't even know. Oh, and the dumbass left with my wife's belt. He must have a collection. Good times, good times.