Dr. Frankenstein looked on in piteous illumination

Dr. Frankenstein looked on in piteous illumination as Igor carefully laid out the body of poor John Keats beneath the Monster's platform. "For his negative capability," Igor exp

lained, "he sure was a good fellow." Dr. Frankenstein nodded empathetically. If it weren't for the somber state of everyone, one would think that someone had died. Nonethless, Ig

gy Pop was still not "alive" under any known scientific Definition. Dr. Frankenstein looked at the scars across Iggy Pop's face and said, "You may not know what has happened to

you. I pieced you together from M.I.T. science lab dumpster cadavers. You look dead, yet you are alive." Iggy Pop grinned. He looked just the same reanimated as he had when alive

. "Guess I had a little too much fun," Iggy slurred. "Yeah, they really made a mess of you," I said, surveying his undead torso. I grimaced as some of the stitches began to unravel

The song Iim so fancy" rung through my head for some strange reason, and I finally came to a conclusion that

I need to stop listening to the radio. Seriously. Just because you're the Top 40 station it doesn't mean you can only play those 40 songs. If I ran a radio station I'd make sure

to play some oldies too. Kids these days don't know what good music is. I feel it is my responsibility to educate them about songs like "Tainted Love" & "99 Luftballoons." My radio

disc jockey Grannie back in Sixty-nine, Alabama turned me on to great bands like: After the Fire, A Flock of Seagulls, Dexy's Midnight runners, and, my all-time favorite Kajagoogoo