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Here is the 675th episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired live on Facebook Saturday, Dec. 1, 2018. More info: davesgoneby.com.
Host: Dave Lefkowitz Guests: songwriter Tracy Newman and actress Laraine Newman, Dave’s wife Joyce
Featuring: Rabbi Sol Solomon interviews sisters Tracy and Laraine Newman, Greeley Crimes & Old Times, My Sick Mind (Bush 41), StoryTime (even more parasites!), Colorado Limerick of the Damned (Craig), Saturday Segue (in the news).
00:00:01 DAVE GOES IN (binge watching) 00:18:00 INSIDE BROADWAY 00:45:00 GREELEY CRIMES & OLD TIMES w/ Joyce 01:12:30 Sponsors 01:19:00 GUEST: Rabbi Sol Solomon interviews Tracy Newman & Laraine Newman 02:07:30 STORYTIME – The Color Atlas of Intestinal Parasites, pt. 3 02:22:00 COLORADO LIMERICK OF THE DAMNED – Craig 02:26:00 Friends of the Daverhood 02:34:00 MY SICK MIND – George H.W. Bush 02:38:00 SATURDAY SEGUE – In the News 03:08:00 DAVE GOES OUT
Dec. 1, 2018 Playlist: “Touch and Go” (03:39:00; Cher). “I Can Swing Forever” (01:17:00) & “It Could Be a Wonderful World” (03:12:30; Tracy Newman). “Motor City” (02:39:00; Neil Young). “The Last Tango” (02:45:30; Linda Eder). “Don’t Look Now” (02:52:00; The Sweet Smell of Success 2002 Broadway cast w/ John Lithgow). “SpongeBob SquarePants Theme” (02:57:00; SpongeBob SquarePants 2017 Broadway cast). “Anchorage” (03:01:30; Michelle Shocked). “Maoz Tzuris” (03:05:00; Rabbi Sol Solomon).
(pictured: Tracy Newman & Laraine Newman, Craig, CO; The Color Atlas of Intestinal Parasites, George H.W. Bush)
Shalom Dammit! This is Rabbi Sol Solomon with a Rabbinical Reflection for the week of August 13, 2017.
In much of mainstream media, Donald Trump is maligned—left, right, and sideways—for everything he says and does. A lot of times he should be, but other times, it’s just knee-jerk obstructionism as payback for the way the Republicans cock-blocked Obama for eight years. Is it really wrong to put America first, or to be extra careful about immigration from hostile countries, or to think your daughter’s kinda hot? No. These are defensible ideas, whether you ascribe to them or not.
However, since Donald Trump can’t get his own agenda started, his whole presidency has been about reversing whatever the last administration did. And about saying, “Hey, you think I’m a liar and a meanie? Hillary’s even worse!”—which is such a helpful ideology six months after the election.
Still, Trump wants to junk the Iran deal? I don’t blame him. He wants to hold Arab countries to a higher standard of behavior before selling Israel down the river? I’m all for him. He wants to fire everyone he appointed? Eh, he did that on TV, so why should we expect different? He wants to reverse policy about transsexual people joining the military? No. Just no. What the hell is it to Donald Trump if a soldier’s uniform fits a little differently between the hips and the knees?
Republicans say they’re not being homophobes; the reason to keep Trannies out of the service is cost–for building separate bathrooms and showers. And since the army is known to spend $400 on a toilet seat, putting up an entire stall must cost millions. The military also fears that transgenders will stay closeted until they get through basic training, then ask for surgery and expect Uncle Sam to pay for it. I mean, where’s the money going to come from if we’re pouring all that dough into building empty schools in Iraq and Afghanistan?
Another excuse to ban the Trans is mental instability. Right-wingers say that if a person can’t decide whether to be a boy or a girl, that points to confusion, which can be deadly on the battlefield. And, of course, bible-thumping goyim see gender fluidity and homosexuality as mental illnesses to begin with. We can’t have crazy people in the air force and navy, they say. We need to save those slots for colored folks who have no other way to get a leg up in this economy than to be cannon fodder.
I think what Trump is most worried about is the downtime. You’ve got Marines, pumped up on testosterone and killer instincts, waiting around for an excuse to release their aggression. With no battle to charge into, they go out to drink and pick up a female cadet. Now, there’s a private, taking a woman back to his tent, groping around her privates, and finding a ding-dong where her ying-yang should be. That’s a homicide waiting to happen. But it’s not a trannie’s fault if a cadet can’t control himself, any more than it’s Burger King’s fault if I take extra ketchup packets and put them in my cupboard for later. They may be tempting me by displaying free condiments, but it is my weakness that makes me stuff my pockets. Damn you, H.J. Heinz.
But back to the AC/DC’s. If you’re in a foxhole fighting a war, do you care whether the person next to you has a penis, a vagina, or a mixmaster between the legs? No. You just want them to fire when ready and send your dog tags home if you don’t make it. And the bitching about transgenders in the military is no different from the griping about women in the military, and gays, and blacks, and Jews, and anyone who isn’t white, Christian, and 100 percent brain-washable. Donald Trump has bought into this prejudice to the point where he won’t even allow trannies in the office pool, let alone facing combat.
Of course, the silver lining is that transgender people who can’t serve in the military also can’t get killed in the military. When we have to start sending bombers over North Korea, it’s the tow-headed, Sunday-school Andy Hardys who’ll be flying top-secret, while the Caitlin Jenners will be shopping in Victoria’s Secret. But it is not the President’s place to declare that people of any sexuality are unfit to defend their own freedom. After all, 66 million Americans voted that Donald Trump wasn’t fit to be President, yet here he is in the job. Hmm, maybe that’s not the best example.
This has been a Rabbinical Reflection from Rabbi Sol Solomon, Temple Sons of Bitches, in Great Neck, New York.
Shalom Dammit! This is Rabbi Sol Solomon with a Rabbinical Reflection for the week of May 8, 2016.
Just over a year ago, I did a Rabbinical Reflection about the 2016 presidential candidates for the Republican Party. There were a dozen and a half of them—remember? Jeb Bush, Rand Paul, Scott Walker—a veritable who’s who of who’s hooligans.
Almost as an aside, I included the candidacy of Donald Trump. I said, and I quote, “Donald Trump, who went bankrupt three times and yet brands himself as a financial genius. Donald Trump, who has a magnificent knack for self-promotion but spends money he doesn’t have like it’s going out of style—why isn’t he running as a Democrat?”
The idea of Donald Drumpf actually getting traction as a viable candidate, and the thought that more than a few flakes would vote for this narcissistic, self-aggrandizing Oompa Loompa was downright comical. And even if he did ride the cult of celebrity for awhile, you had fifteen other G.O.P. hopefuls with their own deluded followers. But then America happened. And the people rejected Chris Christie and his highway robbery. They rejected Marco Rubio the wind-up doll. They rejected Ben Carson, who didn’t need anaesthesia during heart surgery because he could put patients to sleep just by talking to them.
By the time the conservative muckymucks realized that Donald Trump was not just a fad but a movement—and I don’t just mean the kind of movement I have every other morning if I’m lucky and drink my prune juice—by the time the powers that be of the G.O.P. realized their conservative groundswell was getting dug up by a real-estate developer, it was too late to stop him.
My God, their best shot was Ted Cruz, a man who couldn’t find one person to like him—even when he was looking in the mirror. Ted Cruz was a dyed-in-the-wool conservative, vehemently pro-Israel (God bless him for that), and seemingly in line with everything the Republican party wanted to roll back from the last eight years. And yet, not a single soul in the House or Senate wanted to work with him. Former speaker of the house John Boehner called Ted Cruz, quote, “Lucifer in the flesh!” and “the most miserable son of a bitch” he ever worked with, unquote. This from Boehner, a man who always behaved like he had a stick so far up his tushie, you could see splinters on his uvula.
And yet, this loathed and despised senator, Ted Cruz, was the Republicans’ last hope of putting one of their boys into the White House. Oh, wait, I’m forgetting about John Kasich. Because we all forgot about John Kasich. The past three months, he should have just changed his name to something Chinese, like: “Oh Him Too.” Especially since his name was on ballots like those restaurants in Chinatown that keep items like putrefied eggs and pig bladders on the menu even though no one in their right minds would order them.
To be fair, Kasich seemed like he had a brilliant strategy compared to go-for-broke losers like Jeb Bush and Ted Cruz. Why spend money? Why knock yourself out in races you can’t individually win? Just keep treading water, don’t make waves, and when it’s time for the contested convention, make your perfect dive. What Kasich didn’t realize is that voters saw through his shabby chicanery with Cruz and voted straight up for the man who wasn’t endorsed by the party, wasn’t owned by the Koch brothers, and wasn’t a career politician.
So when the dust settled last week, and the delegate votes were counted, the only candidate with a clear mandate was the one with the cloudiest agenda: Donald Trump. The clown had become the clown prince. This despite—or maybe because of—his penchant for school-bully insults and his crazy, off-the-cuff statements about the Klan and Mexicans and ugly women and pretty women being punished for their abortions. They used to call Reagan the Teflon president because everything stupid slid off him. Well, Trump is Teflon sprayed with Pam, coated with goose grease, and dipped in K.Y. Jelly. Whatever he says, his followers counter with, “He really speaks his mind” or “well, he may say one thing, but we know what he really means.” Do we?
Look, I’m the first to admit—or, if not the first, maybe the 12,030th—to admit that Donald Trump’s wildcard, shoot-from-the-lip status has a visceral appeal. If the two parties running, and usually ruining, the country for the past 30 years don’t approve, he must be good, right? And being a great persuader, he appeals to our emotions—unlike Hilary, who appeals to, well, not even her husband.
But let’s not forget that Donald Trump is a man who promises a robust job market, and yet he grew famous from a TV show on which he fired everyone! This is a man who used to be pro-choice, but when he becomes a Republican, hup!, he suddenly turns anti-abortion. This is a man who vows to fix the country’s troubles by collaborating with the best and brightest, but he couldn’t even find enough intelligent minds to teach in a bogus university. This is a man who wants to keep out immigrants, unless they’re six feet tall, anorexic, and look good on a bearskin rug. This is a man who wants to help the little guy, by building casinos to take their money and hotel rooms that only movie stars can afford.
In other words, the wizard behind the curtain has done very, very well for himself. For others? Not so much. For better or worse, we’ve spent the last eight years led by a community organizer who, perhaps naively, thought he could bring everyone together to solve problems. Are we now ready, instead, for a semi-benevolent dictator who thinks he knows everything and whose answer for every crisis is, “It’ll be amazing. It’ll be beautiful. Believe me.”
We’d like to believe you, Donald. We’d like to believe in something. But 240 years of politics, not to mention the Bernie Sanders campaign, have taught us the futility of belief. And I’m a Rabbi saying this! So if the votes are counted on November 8th, and America chooses the bloviating, thoughtless TV star over the jilted, calumniating harridan, all we can do is what we always do every four years on January 20th: pray.
This has been a Rabbinical Reflection from Rabbi Sol Solomon, Temple Sons of Bitches, in Great Neck, New York.
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Here is the 556th episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired May 7, 2016. Info: davesgoneby.com.
Featuring: Inside Broadway (Tony nominations), Rabbi Sol Solomon’s Rabbinical Refection (Donald Trump), Saturday Segues (In the News, Robert Johnson), Bob Dylan – Sooner & Later (moms), Greeley Crimes & Old Times.
Guest: Dave’s wife Joyce
00:00:01 DAVE GOES IN (graduation day) 00:22:30 SATURDAY SEGUE (Robert Johnson) 00:42:30 Sponsors 00:50:00 INSIDE BROADWAY (Tony nominations) 01:51:30 Sponsors 01:54:30 BOB DYLAN – Sooner & Later (moms) 02:16:00 Friends 02:31:00 RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S RABBINICAL REFLECTION #139 (Donald Trump) 02:41:00 Weather 02:42:30 SATURDAY SEGUE (In the News) 03:09:30 GREELEY CRIMES & OLD TIMES 03:37:00 DAVE GOES OUT w/ Joyce
May 8, 2016 Playlist: “Terraplane Blues” (00:27:30; Canned Heat). “Stones in My Passway” (00:30:30) & “Love in Vain Blues (Alternate)” (00:35:30; Robert Johnson). “Malted Milk Blues” (00:33:00; Lucinda Williams). “If I were a Rich Man” (01:43:00; Fiddler on the Roof 2016 Broadway cast w/ Danny Burstein). “Lonesome Day Blues” (01:56:30), “Tough Mama” (02:04:00) & “Lord Protect My Child” (02:08:00; Bob Dylan). “Candidate” ({alternate version] 02:43:30; David Bowie). “Alberta” (02:48:30; The Kingston Trio). “My Mother’s Brisket” (02:51:00; Rick Moranis). “Dead Flowers” ({alternate version} 02:55:00; The Rolling Stones).
Shalom, Dammit! This is Rabbi Sol Solomon with a Rabbinical Reflection for the week of August 23, 2015.
Two weeks ago, 90-year-old former president Jimmy Carter announced that he was battling an advanced stage of cancer—or, as Jewish people call it (whispers) cancer. Snipped from his liver was a tumor, but they also found badness elsewhere, which is not surprising since both of Carter’s parents, his two sisters, and his brother all died of pancreatic you-know-what.
Jimmy still has his 87-year-old wife, Rosalynn, who says she will be “right there with him” throughout his treatment. So will the town of Plains, Georgia, and a lot of Americans who remember Carter as one of the smartest, most honest, and most decent of men to occupy the oval office.
My feelings are a mite more mixed, however. Just because Carter was a mensch doesn’t mean he was a good President. In fact, up until George W. Bush, he was the worst Commander in Chief in a hundred years. And considering that crop included Richard Nixon and Warren G. Harding, that’s saying something.
In case you weren’t around from 1977 to 1981, what you missed was the recession, the oil crisis, the hostage crisis, the Cold War, and the confidence crisis. You know your President is a bona fide schlemiel when he has to go on television to tell everyone, “It’s not me, it’s you. Have a little faith.” Faith is hard to come by when you’re idling at the gas station for two hours on odd and even days, or when you can’t find a job to pay what gasoline costs, or you’re turning your thermostat to 50 because the Mullahs at OPEC want you to.
And speaking of the Arabs, the Carter years were also, of course, the years of the Ayatollah Khomeini. Fifty-two American hostages were taken prisoner as part of the Iranian Revolution. I suppose we should be grateful all the hostages survived. If they were captured now, Isis would cut their limbs off and rape the stumps. Still, these Americans remained in captivity for a year and a half, until Ronald Reagan made backroom deals to have them released on the first day of his presidency.
Until then, Jimmy Carter had three responses to the Iranian hostage crisis: He barricaded himself in his office for a hundred days, because as any eight-year-old knows, if you hide in the closet, nobody knows you’re there, and all the bad stuff goes away. His second tactic was to wear sweaters, because that’ll show those big bad oil sheiks we can live without heat. And finally, he sent helicopters to try a rescue mission—and they all crashed in the desert.
It was right about then America stopped laughing at Billy Carter and turned her woeful eyes on his older brother. If Watergate was a cancer on the Presidency, Jimmy Carter was a herpes all over it.
Still, lousy as Carter’s term was, I would still want to respect the man. After all, he brokered an impossible deal between Menachem Begin and Anwar Sadat to create a small piece of peace in the Middle East. It truly was and remains an unbelievable, wonderful, and, alas, one-of-a-kind event in that region. And yet, can peanut boy leave well enough alone?
No, he spends the last few years bleeding through his sleeve for the poor, poor Palestinians. He writes a damn book with the inflammatory title, “Palestine: Peace, not Apartheid,” equating Israel with racist South Africa—even though the Palestinians are demanding land that belongs to Israel, land Israel annexed after being attacked, land that should be for Jews and Israeli citizens because the Arabs have a zillion other places to live.
Carter tries to play both sides of the fence. He sometimes makes nice-nice to Israel, saying he doesn’t support a boycott of the country over its policies. But then he turns around and chastises Eretz Yisroel for the way she conducts a war against an enemy that’s lobbing rockets in her backyard.
Like so many liberals and misinformed do-gooders, Jimmy Carter loves to invent a moral equivalency when there isn’t one. “Both Israel and Hamas are equally wrong and share equal blame,” which is not true; and let’s harp on Israel but be really gentle with the Arabs because we don’t want to make them mad. After all, Islam, the religion of peace, blows a ton of shit up, peacefully.
My main point is: considering his failure at almost every aspect of domestic and foreign leadership, and how he was humiliated by the Ayatollah—a guy who looked like Sean Connery wearing a microwavable heat wrap on his head—Jimmy Carter has as much business telling Israel what to do about the Muslims, as Michelle Duggar has telling the Pritzkers how to raise children. Of all people, Jimmy Carter should be the last one to believe you can reason with radicals, bargain with bullies, and mollify murderers.
After all, as we speak, Jimmy Carter’s body is being invaded by cancer cells that mean him only harm. Should the president’s doctor say, “Well, it’s not right to kill these invaders; it’s your fault for having a desirable host they want to live in. But tell you what. Why don’t you sacrifice so you can live in harmony with your cancer. Let them take your pancreas, your liver, your balls and your bones, and you can live side by side. And they promise never ever ever to move into your blood. Or least not for a week or two. Whaddya say?”
I say, “Jimmy Carter, you’ve done some good in this world, so I don’t wish you prolonged suffering. Still, if you had to get the big C, couldn’t you have gotten it in your mouth?”
This has been a Rabbinical Reflection from Rabbi Sol Solomon, Temple Sons of Bitches, in Great Neck, New York.
Here is the 412th episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired on UNC Radio, Feb. 16, 2013. Info: davesgoneby.com.
Featuring: A pre-President’s Day show with Saturday Segues (presidents, Yoko Ono), Inside Broadway, Bob Dylan – Sooner & Later (shooting stars), News Gone By and Rabbi Sol Solomon on the Pope’s retirement.
Host: Dave Lefkowitz
00:00:01 DAVE GOES IN 00:09:00 SATURDAY SEGUE – Presidents (Part 1) 00:36:30 INSIDE BROADWAY 00:55:30 Sponsors 01:02:30 SATURDAY SEGUE – Yoko Ono 01:40:30 Weather 01:41:30 NEWS GONE BY 01:52:30 BOB DYLAN – Sooner & Later (shooting stars) 02:31:30 RABBI SOL SOLOMON’s RABBINICAL REFLECTION #57 – Pope Benedict Resigns 02:40:30 Friends 02:47:00 SATURDAY SEGUE – Presidents (Part 2) 03:11:30 DAVE GOES OUT
Feb. 16, 2013 Playlist: “Young Americans” (00:10:00; David Bowie). “On the Nickel” (00:15:00; Tom Waits). “Who Needs the Peace Corps?” (00:21:30). “Arthur” (The Kinks; 00:24:00). “Burn On” (Randy Newman; 00:29:00). “Poppa Knows Best” (Two By Two 1970 Bway cast w/ Danny Kaye; 00:52:00). “Yang Yang” (01:11:00), “What a Mess” (01:14:30), “Listen the Snow is Falling” (01:17:00), “I Felt Like Smashing My Face in a Clear Glass Window” (01:20:30), “Toyboat” (01:28:00), “A Story” (01:31:30) & “We’re All Water” (01:34:00) & “Hard Times are Over” (03:13:30; Yoko Ono). “The Ballad of John and Yoko (The Beatles w/ John Lennon; 01:25:00). “I Had to Kill that Rabbit” (01:48:00; Tom Paxton). “Changing of the Guards” (01:53:00), “Union Sundown” (01:59:30), “Desolation Row” (02:05:00), “Romance in Durango” ({live 1975}; 02:16:30) & “Shooting Star” ({live MTV Unplugged version; 02:21:30; Bob Dylan). “Mr. Wilson” (02:47:00; John Cale). “Broken Hearted Hoover Fixer Sucker Guy” (“Once” {film soundtrack w/ Glen Hansard}; 02:50:30). “Captain Kennedy” (Nikki Sudden; 02:51:30). “The Campaigner” (02:55:30; Neil Young). “Famous Blue Raincoat” (02:59:00; Tori Amos). “The Dreaming” (03:04:00; Kate Bush).
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RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S RABBINICAL REFLECTION #5 (2/20/2011): Presidents Day
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aired February 19, 2011 on Dave’s Gone By. Youtube: https://youtu.be/nZT9N_r13ag
Shalom Dammit, this is Rabbi Sol Solomon with a Rabbinical Reflection for the week of February 20, 2011.
Happy Washington’s Birthday everybody. No, wait – Happy Lincoln’s Birthday everybody. No – wait, make that Happy Presidents Day. Who the hell knows what day it is?
Back in olden times, George Washington’s birthday was celebrated on February 22nd because it was … wait for it… George Washington’s birthday! What could be simpler? Venerate this important statesman on the actual day of his birth.
But everybody knows the best holidays fall on a Monday. If you keep Washington’s Birthday on the 22nd, there’s only a one-in-seven chance of scoring a three-day weekend. Politicians fixed this problem by moving the holiday one week earlier. Leave it to the Federal Government to ensure Washington’s Birthday never actually falls on Washington’s Birthday. These are the people we pay to fix our sewers.
Anyway, let’s not forget about Lincoln’s Birthday, February 12th. God forbid we should have two national holidays so that working people get two days off in the middle of godforsaken February. No, even though Lincoln’s Birthday was never officially shlunked into Washington’s, most people assume Presidents Day covers both these guys.
But who’s to say it doesn’t cover more? Some of the founders of Presidents Day intended it to honor the office of the presidency, rather than any particular leader. But does that mean, when we celebrate Presidents Day, we’re glorifying Warren G. Harding? Richard Nixon? Jimmy Carter? George W. Bush? I’d sooner celebrate Bernie Madoff’s birthday!
Why couldn’t we leave things the way they were? Celebrate a holiday on the holiday. I feel bad for Lincoln; I really do. He’s like the goyische kid whose birthday falls on Christmas Eve. So all his relatives bring him one present instead of two – but it’s a slightly nicer, more expensive gift because it covers both occasions. They think this is fairness. When the kid grows up, he should tell the relatives, “You know.. years from now, when you’re lying in a nursing home, I would have come to visit twice a year, but instead, I’ll come once, but I’ll stay ten minutes longer. Cheap bastards.”
Speaking of goyim, you notice – they don’t touch Christmas. The other holidays they move like backgammon chips, but Christmas, no. Or New Year’s Day – but that one at least has a built-in safety. Nevertheless, I’m sure there’s a schmuck politician out there who’s thinking, “January 1st would be so much more convenient on December 28th.” Only thing stopping the madness is the calendar.
Christmas, on the other hand – why not move it? Who knows when Jesus was actually born, if Jesus was actually born. So keep New Year’s Day, and move Christmas to July. This way the goyim can put up their decorations without freezing their balls off, we get a nice Federal holiday between Memorial and Labor Day, and Jews wouldn’t have to keep explaining to our children why Christmas and Chanukah have nothing in common.
Well, except the fat guy who comes into people’s houses for a nosh while they’re asleep. One is Santa Claus, the other is crazy uncle Mort who needs a restraining order.
And as for Presidents Day – well, if we set aside one holiday for every president who wasn’t a disaster, you’d need half a dozen days. So lumping all the leaders into Presidents Day does have its logic. In fact, why not add Statesman Day? That way, you could honor all these noble speakers – Martin Luther King, Madeleine Albright, Mister Rogers – without going through the controversies: “oh, this one’s an adulterer, that one’s too liberal, this one wears lame sweaters.”
And how about a holiday dedicated to the guy who put all the holidays on Mondays? For the sake of three-day weekends and half-a-day Fridays, the guy who disregarded birthdays, anniversaries, bombings, assassinations, all in the name of commerce, convenience and white sales. We should find out who this guy is and celebrate his birthday… whenever.
This has been a Rabbinical Reflection by Rabbi Sol Solomon, Temple Sons of Bitches in Great Neck, New York.
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Here is the 165th episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired on NY’s WGBB-AM, March 26, 2006. Info: davesgoneby.com.
host: Dave Lefkowitz
Featuring: Dave goes Inside Broadway (Ring of Fire & Family Secrets) and shares the satirical News Gone By. Plus Dave’s George Bush Song.
00:00:01 DAVE GOES IN 00:06:00 INSIDE BROADWAY (Ring of Fire, Family Secrets, Bush Wars) 00:23:00 NEWS GONE BY 00:51:00 DAVE GOES OUT
March 26, 2006 Playlist: “The George Bush Song (God, What a Moron)” (00:49:00; Dave, unreleased); “Hairdresser on Fire” (excerpt, Morrissey); “Ring of Fire” (Johnny Cash).
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Here is the 80th episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired on NY’s WGBB-AM radio June 10, 2004. More info: davesgoneby.com.
host: Dave Lefkowitz
Featuring: Dave’s trip to San Francisco. Plus: the satirical News Gone By and Dave Says Bye to Ronald Reagan and Robert Quine. 00:00:00 DAVE GOES IN: Reagan’s Funeral 00:13:00 DAVE REMEMBERS: Ronald Reagan 00:21:00 NEWS GONE BY: Burying a Vegetable; Chimpanzeros; Polish Jolt; Unheard Benatar; Ahnuuld the Mentholater; No Sex, Please, We’re Stupid; D’oh Yes!; VIPatients 00:31:00 SAN FRANCISCO: Dave Takes a Trip 00:48:00 DAVE REMEMBERS: Robert Quine 00:52:00 DAVE GOES OUT
June 10, 2004 Playlist: “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” (Tony Bennett); “Downtown Train” (Tom Waits); “Waves of Fear” (Lou Reed).
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Here is the 71st episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired on NY’s WGBB-AM, March 29, 2004. More info: davesgoneby.com.
host: Dave Lefkowitz
Featuring: Dave Goes Off on George Bush. Plus: The satirical News Gone By.
00:00:01 DAVE GOES IN 00:20:00 DAVE GOES OFF – Bush Bashing 00:39:00 NEWS GONE BY 00:54:00 DAVE GOES OUT
March 29, 2004 Playlist: “Monday Monday” (The Mamas & The Papas); “What Are We Fighting For?” (Live); “White Flag” (Dido); “Start All Over” (Tracy Chapman).
