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July 20, 2007

Well, I’ve done it! I always wanted to be a disc jockey and now I can add that to my resume as well as songwriter, musician, producer, hockey puck, cross dresser, Italian stallion, astronaut, or just plain ass.

And speaking of ass, I need to thank Nicole who picked me up every morning at 4:15 to bring me to work. Thank God it’s radio because if you guys saw me at 4:15 in the morning, you would projectile vomit. OH NO, I’M IN TROUBLE! Nicole just turned around and said to me, “Excuse me, I have an issue with being called an ass.” But after being with her for a week, she has so many more issues, being an ass could be considered a Christmas gift. I’m just kidding, I love to make fun of her because she can’t take a joke. She’s always easy to upset and if you touch her hair, she will re-circumcise you. She has been a breath of fresh air, and you can tell by the way I’m making fun of her that we have become good friends. In fact, she’s typing this for me. [Hi!]

Now the Chuckmeister is a whole different story. When I met Chuck back in March at the Ringo Starr Art Show, it took me three seconds to know that we would become fast friends, and I also knew that three seconds was the number in Chuck’s sex life. When they asked me to stand in for Ballard because he was on vacation, Chuck DIDN’T take the time off, and chose to be with me and school me and help me through a week of radio pain. Well guess what? It worked! We became the Starsky and Hutch of radio. I learned so much from him and I also think he learned some stuff from me about the history of Rock and Roll. I turned him on to the insight of songwriting and production. He turned me on to radio cues and crab cakes…and not in that order. I can say from the bottom of my heart that I would work him anywhere anytime, and I hope one day that we will. He’s a great guy with a big heart and a very small…but enough about Chuck.

Today I told a story about something that really happened. I blogged it yesterday, and someone must have read it because it came true. No need to tell the story again, but guess what? Allison (Chuck’s intern) brought me a box of chocolates. There’s no need to say much more, except that Willy Wonka would be jealous of me now.

I could blog on and on about my week, but I have a train to catch. I need to do some Thanks. I want to thank Dan Michaels for inviting me to BIG 100.3. Everyday after the show, Chuck and I would go into Dan’s office and he would bitch-slap me (politely) into becoming a better disc jockey. One day I told him the story about the girl singer in Kenny Rogers and The First Edition and for that moment, I became his boss (inside joke). He’s a great guy with a wonderful family that I got a chance to meet and hang out with, and I think I will stay friends with him even if the bastard doesn’t hire me back.

I also need to thank the man himself, Jon Ballard, for allowing me to sit in his chair, wear his headphones, and abuse his staff. I can only say thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I wish you would take more vacations! Let’s keep going because this is getting overwhelming and I’m starting to weep. Either that or my Depends are on too tight.

I wouldn’t have been able to make music without Kelli Sartwell (Promotions Director) who loaned me her guitar for the week. And just with her kind, gentle, fun-loving personality, she made me feel at home. That’s why I’m going to her home and sleeping on her porch until they hire me back or she invites me in for coffee and a Ding Dong.

And then there is the beautiful Jina Middaugh (Assistant Promotions Director). She is a nice bunch of girls - beautiful, smart, witty, and dentally challenged (I’m saying that because she just went to the dentist today and had a Mini Cooper put in her mouth, but she can still take it out if she needs to yell. I’m sure after she reads this it’s coming out so she can yell at me).

I also have to give a shout to Bill Stabler who was so professional he was intimidating. For some reason, and I don’t even know why, we hit it off and started having conversations about weather, traffic, Keith Richards, and Menudo. In just being with Bill for one week my diction got better and my timing was almost as good as Ringo’s (“Thanks for coomin!”)

And Lisa Berigan, who would walk into our den of pizza, cream cheese, and pop-tarts…and that’s not even a food, those are the affectionate names I call Chuck. She’s a class act and it took me a week to notice that she looks exactly like Elizabeth Montgomery from Bewitched. She can wiggle her nose at me anytime.

I also need to thank Alla (don’t get that confused with the Allah. It’s a human named Alla who loves Hanson as much as I love The Beatles). Last night at the gig when I played the Hanson song that I wrote, “Where’s the Love?”, she jumped to her feet and started dancing ‘til her dad had to come and pick her up. She was definitely “top notch” and I knew that and saw that the second I met her.

I think it’s time for me to go. My blog is getting tired and I have to catch the train back to New York. It has been an honor and a pleasure to be here in D.C. and to make a life-long dream of mine come true.

Maybe, if they let me, I can do a guest blog sometime from wherever I am.

Thanks again, and I wish you all peace and love, now, and beyond forever. I’ll see you around when you bend over, or I’ll bend you over when I see you around.

~ Marky

July 19, 2007

I will start by saying…I could get used to this! Not the disc jockey thing, but the fact that they bring me free breakfast every morning (just kidding). I’m loving this gig!

I could be a disc jockey and be very happy. The music is great, the people I’m working with are fantastic, the hours are a little strange, but I’m even getting used to getting up at 3 a.m. every morning.

It’s fascinating that I get to work with an old-school seasoned vet like Bill Stabler behind me and the new-school jock of the future, the Chuckmeister, in front of me, and I’m the guy in the middle…who dropped out of school.

I still have trouble getting to sleep every night because I’m so excited about all the cool stuff that happens to me earlier in the day. Dan Michaels took me to Urban Barbeque for ribs yesterday and they were amazing! Unfortunately, they didn’t have air conditioning, but the good news was you could lose weight while scarfing a load of ribs!

Tonight is the gig where I get to play songs that I’ve written and tell stories that I can’t say on the radio. It’s going to be intimate, compelling, musical, and most of all, fun! In fact, I will tell you an intimate story that happened to me here last night.

Ok here it goes……last night I had dinner with Neil Glaser, President of the Philadelphia chapter of the I Love Barry Manilow Fan Club and had a great time, except he kept singing “Weekend In New England” to me all through our crab cake dinner. Anyway, he dropped me off at my hotel and I went to my room. When I walked in, there was a beautiful girl sitting on my sofa. I thought either it was a cruel joke, a mistaken room key, or a gift from the Chuckmeister.

I was too embarrassed to ask, so we just carried on having a conversation, getting to know each other. WELL……….we got to know each other V E R Y W E L L! In fact (here comes the intimate part), we made whoopee all night long. It was fantastic! So I got my wake-up call at 3 in the morning, I showered, shaved, put on my frock of the day, and headed towards the door. She woke up from her beautiful slumber and said, “HEY HEY HEY HEY!” I turned, and said, “WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT?” And she said, “How about some money?” And I said, “Oh no, just get me a box of chocolates.”

Well there you have it, a blog in the life of Marky Hudson. Tomorrow is my last day and I am truly feeling sad about it. I’m going to have to go back to the real world and be a guy in my car listening to the radio instead of being a guy in the studio listening to my car.

Peace and Love. See you around when you bend over!

Marky

July 18, 2007

Hello again, it’s Blog Hudson! I was so overwhelmed yesterday that I forgot to do my July 17th blog, but you know what they say: “Here today, blog tomorrow!” I will only say that the 17th was as groovy as the 16th.

My friend Tony Perkins stopped in and we did a double jock session. We were like the Starsky and Hutch of Rock and Roll! He also brought a fellow newscaster here whose name is Gurvir Dhindsa (last named pronounced Dinza). She was very sweet and much better to look at than Chuck, my producer.

When they walked out of the studio, Tony left his man bag behind and I yelled to both of them “Hey…Tony! Dinza!.....…Holy Who’s the Boss, Batman!” Anyway, I loved the day and I’m getting more comfortable with my own disc jockey-ness.

Now let’s get on to the blogaciousness of July 18th. I’m starting to get used to waking up at 3. I might even come to work tomorrow in my pajamas, which might make Chuck lose his breakfast.

Nicole comes to pick me up every morning at 4:15. She’s great. I think she actually went to K-Mart and bought a personality…(just kidding. She’s typing this with me right now and I wanted to make her angry just for a moment because I’m never really happy unless women are mad at me).

The whole idea of being behind a microphone and reading times, call letters, and music intros is starting to come natural to me. I also enjoy knowing that I have a seasoned vet like Bill Stabler in the other room sounding like Walter Cronkite on steroids!

I’m enjoying the fact that they let me have a guitar and I’m allowed to play and sing from time to time. It’s a great security blanket. I’m also looking forward to the gig tomorrow night at Omega Recording Studios in Rockville. That will be a blast and now that I’ve made friends here, people might even clap!

A strange thing happened around 5:15 in the morning. We had just played The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel and I made a comment that I thought the word Garfunkel sounded comedic. Then some lady called and said how dare I Funk my Gar or Kel my Funk.

Obviously either I have a bad sense of humor or that was Mrs. Garfunkel, Art’s mom. Anyway, the cool thing about radio is you will always have people loving what you’re doing and people hating what you’re doing. If I could just find the middle, I WOULD be a Republican.

I have to go now. I’m doing a phone interview with Slash from Guns n’ Roses. By the way, his real name is Garth Hudson. My daughter thinks he’s my illegitimate son. He can’t be, he’s a great guitar player and I can only make MY guitar speak….”HELP HELP HELP!”

Gotta go, see you around when you bend over.

Peace and Love,
Marky Hudson

July 16th

Wow! I never knew that disc jockeys actually worked for a living! I thought they just showed up, drank coffee, gave the time, the station call letters, and took payola (just kidding). BOY WAS I WRONG!

You have to prepare, you have to have immediate response, you have to predict the future, you have to drink more coffee than any human on the planet, and you have to entertain masses of people.

I don’t know how many of those I actually did right other than the drinking coffee part, but what I do know is that I loved it.

I spent most of my life being interviewed by jocks while promoting records and now the shoe is on the other foot, which is real uncomfortable to walk in but real satisfying when you can actually feel it work.

My saving grace was the Chuckmeister who guided me through the whole morning and Nicole who picked me up in the morning and gave me an IV of Starbucks.

I can’t promise anything because I don’t know what tomorrow is, but I think I’m going to get better.

After the show, I went into the boss’s office and Dan Michaels bitch-slapped me into thinking I could be the kinder and gentler Howard Stern. I think he meant Howard the Duck.

I don’t want to say too much more because I have to get up tomorrow morning at 3 a.m. and I’m a little tired but excited all at the same time.

It’s like Christmas in D.C. for me!

Hey, that rhymed! I wonder if I could get Aerosmith to sing that…NO WAY! So I will say goodbye for now and sign off.

This is Marky Hudson, WBIG’s morning jock stunting for Jon Ballard. I wish you peace and love and I’ll see you around when you bend over.

~ Marky