I know... what's with "The Tank" thing?
In fourth grade, I was the fat kid who mowed down the kickball catcher to the harrowing cheers of my school mates. My teacher named me "The Tank". This was the same crochety old lady who told my Mom I talked too much during every parent conference. "You're never going to get anywhere in life Tank if you keep talking so much...". I feel it my duty to take this moment to tell my beloved Mrs. Levine... Suck it!
I'm the "husky" kid in 8th grade with the Metallica Ride the Lightning back patch on his ratty jean-jacket. You've probably already met me. I've been hanging around the Buzz studio for about 8 years. Honestly no one really knows what I do here.
Before the Buzz, I was a bartender, roofer, limo driver, photographer, pharmacy tech, plant salesman, DJ, photo store clerk, and professional ditch digger for the cable company, as well as many many other jobs. Seriously, if it's a job, I've done it. All along the way though, music has been my thing. From Bill Withers & Public Enemy, Aerosmith to Tom Waits, Poison, The Roots, Pixies, and everything in between... I'm a total MUSIC NERD.
So when the Buzz was looking for someone to host the Vinyl Vault, they tapped me; the closest thing to one of those filthy loner historian headphone kind of guys I use to see on the subway in my hometown of Philly (go Phillies!).
NO HATERS HERE. Music has set the background to every one of my memories, hot cheese included. Christmas 1986 - Joan Jett & The Blachearts Black Leather (the hottest cheese goin' - If you know the song, you know what I'm sayin'). My point is, every memory has a story, and every story has a song... so preach your roots. Play YOUR music.
Don't judge! 23 yr old LeAnn Frauens made a sophomore move when on a drunken bender she got busted shoplifting a vibrator when she visited Intimate Treasures in Creastview, Florida.
The best part of this story is - that (as witnessed on CC security video) after stuffing the display model down her pants to conceal it... she than applied for a job at Intimate Treasures (remember we're still in a soft economy, and a job's a job). After giving the manager her name, address, and phone number, it didn't take long for the Popo to find LeAnn once confirming her frisky deed, after looking at the security cam footage.
Now many a folk have made LeAnn the butt of jokes today, making her out to be a public menace. I disagree. When police made their way to her home, she quickly confessed to the drunken mishap - and responded “Oh my God. Look at what I’m doing. Oh my God. I’m gonna cry,”.
Clearly LeAnn is aware of what happens when she drunkwalks, and remember you cheered at those three drunken idiots in the Hangover movies.
Homegirl didn't lie, and said she barely remembers any of the events that transpired. She took the wrap.
In addition, if we judged everyone by the content of their drunken mishaps, all of the greatest musicians ever known would have been marginalized into history. I say... we know LeAnn can party, but what's she like the rest of the time?
The naked & crazy crowd has struck again! This time in Chicago. You may remember naked Tarzan beating people about the face and neck on the MTA earlier this year.
Well Jane is now taking a shot at the title.
A Chicago woman boarded the train, claiming she is the "goddess of the train", and declared she'd be driving it today. After proudly prancing and showing off her wares, she slapped a passenger. Obviously it wasn't too long before authorities intervened, and the situation escalated till she was brought to the ground in an awkward spot of WrestleMania.
See the video below (kinda NSFW)
To see more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2509458/Naked-woman-Chicagos-Red-Line-announces-shes-Goddess-Train.html
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