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2 BANGING COMEDY SHOWS!

First up: Appearing at PARX Casino with Joe Conklin... Wednesday September 14 at 8 PM. For tix CLICK HERE!

Then I’m returning to BlackJax in Birdsboro PA on Saturday September 24.

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If you are a music lover and you haven't been listening to BIG DADDY'S CLASSIC ROCK THROWDOWN with Spins Nitely, then check it out!

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This week on BIG DADDY'S CLASSIC ROCK THROWDOWN? 

TEN FAVORITE RAP SONGS! (part 1)
 

Check out last week's  10 GREAT SONGS FROM BANDS AND MUSICIANS FROM FLORIDA! (part 2) BTW, you'll be able to call in to the podcast when you listen live and I encourage you to do so. Don't miss!

 

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TRIVIA AND QUIZZO...

MONDAY ~ Pour House in Sea Isle City at 9PM

TUESDAY ~ PJ Whelihan’s in Maple Shade at 7PM.

WEDNESDAY ~ Crest Tavern in Wildwood Crest at 9PM

AVA QUIZZO

My daughter Ava is running a Quizzo nite every every Monday at 7:30pm at ROCCO'S in Wilmington!   And now at CHICKIE & PETE'S in Drexel Hill every Tuesday at 7 PM! Plus every Wednesday night at 8PM at PJ WHELIHANS in Haddonfield. Don't forget Thursday night at 7pm at CHICKIE & PETE'S in South Philly! That's a busy schedule!

Big Daddy Graham-Marc Farzetta & John Conklin taking a stab at Sinatra's "Summer Wind!" Click Here

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Each night on my 94WIP show, in alphabetical order, we will try to come up with (for example) the best Phillie whose last name begins with "A" going up against the best Met whose last name begins with the letter "A."  Remember, all that counts is how that player performed with his Philly or NY team.  What they did with other teams counts for NOTHING.  Here's what we have so far.  (BTW, what's it say when WE have R-Diddy representing us and The Donald repping NY?)

 

A

 

Richie Ashburn
(Winner!)

vs

Tommy Agee

Eric Allen
(Winner!)

vs

Jesse Armstead

Ron Anderson

vs

Carmello Anthony
(Winner!)

Barry Ashbee
(Winner!)

vs

Tony Amonte

 

B

 

Jim Bunning
(Winner!)

vs

Carlos Beltran

Chuck Bednarik
(Winner!)

vs

Tiki Barber

Charles Barkley
(Winner!)

vs

Bill Bradley

Bill Barber
(Winner!)

vs

Andy Bathgate

 

C

 

Steve Carlton
(Winner!)

vs

Gary Carter

Harold Carmichael

vs

Harry Carson
(Winner!)

Wilt Chamberlain
(Winner!)

vs

Bill Cartwright

Bobby Clarke
(Winner!)

vs

Neil Coville

 

D

 

Ed Delaehanty
(Winner!)

vs

Ron Darling

Brian Dawkins
(Winner!)

vs

David Diehl

Darryl Dawkins

vs

Dave DeBusschere
(Winner!)

Gary Dornhoffer
(Winner!)

vs

Cecil Dillon

 

E

 

Del Ennis
(Winner!)

vs

Kevin Elster

Herm Edwards

vs

Jumbo Elliot
(Winner!)

Julius Erving
(Winner!)

vs

Patrick Ewing

Pelle Eklund

vs

Phil Esposito
(Winner!)

 

F

 

Turk Farrell

vs

Sid Fernandez
(Winner!)

Irving Fryar
(Winner!)

vs

Ray Flaherty

Lloyd (World B.) Free

vs

Walt Frazier
(Winner!)

Bob Froese
(Winner!)

vs

Bill Fairbairn

 

G

 

Tony Gonzalez

vs

Dwight Gooden
(Winner!)

Mike Golic

vs

Frank Gifford
(Winner!)

Hal Greer
(Winner!)

vs

Richie Guerin

Claude Giroux

vs

Rod Gilbert
(Winner!)

 

H

 

Ryan Howard
(Winner!)

vs

Keith Hernandez

Wes Hopkins

vs

Sam Huff
(Winner!)

Hersey Hawkins

vs

Allen Houston
(Winner!)

Mark Howe

vs

Harry Howell
(Winner!)

 

I

 

Raul Ibanez
(Winner!)

vs

Jason Isringhausen

Mark Ingram

vs

Mark Ingram
(Winner!)

Allen Iverson
(Winner!)

vs

Darrel Imhoff

Gary Innes

vs

Earl Ingarfield
(Winner)

 

J

 

Willie “Puddin’ head” Jones

vs

Howard Johnson
(Winner!)

Seth Joyner
(Winner!) 

vs

Brandon Jacobs

Bobby Jones
(Winner!)

vs

Larry Johnson

Kim Johnsson

vs

Jaromir Jagr
(Winner!)

 

K

 

Chuck Klien
(Winner!)

vs

Jerry Koosman

Bucko Kilroy
(Winner!)

vs

Jim Katcavage

Johnny "Red" Kerr

vs

Bernard King
(Winner!)

Tim Kerr
(Winner!)

vs

Dave Kerr

 

L

 

Greg Luzinski
(Winner!)

vs

Al Leiter

Randy Logan

vs

Carl Lockhart
(Winner!)

George Lynch

vs

Jerry Lucas
(Winner!)

Eric Lindros

vs

Brian Leetch
(Winner!)

 

M

 

Sherry Magee
(Winner!)

vs

Tug McGraw

Tommy McDonald

vs

Eli Manning
(Winner!)

Moses Malone
(Winner!)

vs

Earl Monroe

Rick MacLeish

vs

Mark Messier
(Winner!)

 

N

 

Ron Northy

vs

Jonathan Niece
(Winner!)

Al Nelson
(Winner!)

vs

Hakeem Nicks

Paul Neumann

vs

Wilie Naulls
(Winner!)

Simon Nolet

vs

Petr Nedved
(Winner!)

 

O

 

Al Orth

vs

Jesse Orasco
(Winner!)

Terrell Owens

vs

Bart Oates
(Winner!)

Kevin Ollie

vs

Charles Oakley
(winner!)

Joel Otto

vs

John Ogrodnick
(Winner!)

 

P

 

Jonathan Papelbon

vs

Mike Piazza
(WInner!)

Pete Pihos
(Winner!)

vs

Jimmy Patton

Tim Perry
(Winner!)

vs

Bud Palmer

Bernie Parent
(Winner!)

vs

Brad Park

 

Q

 

Paul Quantrill
(Winner!)

vs

Omar Quintanilla

Mike Quick
(Winner!)

vs

Jesse Quatse

NO Q!

vs

Brian Quintett
(Winner!)

Dan Quinn
(Winner!)

vs

Stephane Quintal

 

R

 

Robin Roberts
(Winner!)

vs

Jose Reyes

Pete Retzlaff
(winner!)

vs

Kyle Rote

Theo Ratliff

vs

Willis Reed
(winner!)

Mark Recchi
(Winner!)

vs

Mike Rechter
(winner!)

 

S

 

Mike Schmidt
(Winner!)

vs

Tom Seaver

Jerry Sizemore

vs

Michael Strahan
(Winner!)

Dolph Schayes
(Winner!)

vs

John Starks

Dave Schultz
(Winner!)

vs

Tomas Sandstrom

 

T

 

Tony Taylor
(Winner!)

vs

Steve Trachsel

Tra Thomas

vs

Lawrence Taylor
(winner!)

Andrew Toney
(Winner!)

vs

Kurt Thomas

Rick Tocchet
(Winner!)

vs

Walt Tkachuk

 

U

 

Chase Utley
(Winner!)

vs

Del Unser

Morris Untula

vs

Osi Umenyiora
(Winner!)

sixers NO "U

vs

Ime Udoka
(Winner!)

RJ Umberger
(Winner!)

vs

Igor Ulanov

 

V

 

Shane Victorino
(winner!)

vs

Robin Ventura


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RAVINGS FROM A MAN WHO NEVER SLEEPS...8/5

Here's my latest article for the South Jersey Mag...

Living at the Wawa

Dr DonnMe and my wife Debbie have been married now for thirty four years.  34 years!  To quote Jersey comic Spins Nitely , that’s one hundred and two in man years.  It’s the same  “dog year” thing except you times it by three instead of seven.  I’m sure wives have their own metric system.

We have raised two beautiful and polite daughters and in short have had a wonderful, fun, and exciting life together.  I wish us thirty four more fantastic years together. ( Granted, I can’t say for sure what condition I’ll be in thirty four years, but I can only imagine there will be drooling involved.)

But as lucky as I have been to be married to such a wonderful woman, in all honesty I can’t say every day has been a day at the beach.  In fact, when people ask me how long I’ve been married, I tell them “thirty four years, but if you added up all the days we weren’t talking to each other, it’s more like thirty two years and three months.”

Let’s just say we’ve had our moments where I might say, “that’s it.  I’m leaving!”  Does this reduce my wife to tears?  Uh, not quite.  Her general reply goes something like “Fantastic!  Could you move out now?  I’m thinking of throwing a party.”

But I never move out.  It’s just an argument.  No big deal.  I couldn’t live without her.

But for hypothetical reasons (and for the sake of this article), where would I go?  I started playing around with options in my head. 

I first began exploring single, divorced friends I could possibly move in with.  Not forever, mind you, but for a month or so until I got my own place.  Then I discovered something.  I had very few divorced friends who either didn’t have their kids on the weekends or had a couple of them actually living with them.  And that seemed weird to me.  How would they explain me to them?  Would I be that weird Uncle who sits in the “unused” room that homes have?

Then I thought of my buddy Elliot.  He lives around the corner from me in Swedesboro.  He has no kids.  He lives with his wife Serena and he has this huge finished basement with a giant TV screen and hundreds of blu-rays.  The basement part of it is important to me because of the nature of my hours at 94WIP.  I need a quiet dark room and people who work during the day.  Mike’s house seemed to meet all my peculiar requirements.  Then I remembered that at a drunken party Mike once confessed that he likes to walk around his house in just his boxers.  No way could I handle that sight!

In the end, moving in with a friend spelled out LOSER, so I nixed that thought.

How about a hotel like the Crowne Plaza in Cherry Hill?  I remember that the film star Warren Beatty lived at the Beverly Hills Hotel for over twenty years.  This idea seemed cool and very Hugh Hefner like.  It had a beautiful lobby and was across the street from King of Pizza.  But I don’t make movie star money and that idea got eliminated also.

Then it hit me.  Where’s my favorite place on the planet earth?  The Wawa in Richwood.  I stop there every morning when my show is done and get a pork roll, egg and cheese on a bagel.  I love the place.  I’ll often hang and eat my sandwich right outside the front door.  I’ll get in brief conversations with dudes who had just been listening to me in their cars and trucks on the way in to work.

“What do you think of Ben Simmons?”

“I can’t see the Eagles playing over .500 this year.”

“Is Angelo Cataldi really that cheap?”

bdg armen pink caddy smallThe women who take your money when you pay for your order, the help behind the sandwich counter, the gas jockeys, are all extremely polite.  It’s amazing.   Who does the hiring?  How do they do it?  They are just the nicest bunch of people.

So why not move in there?  I could put a cot behind the milk cooler.  It’s dark back there and cold.  I sleep with a window unit air conditioner on year round so the “cold” part is important to me.

I would then put a recliner next to where all the sugar packets and coffee creamers are.  There’s plenty of room there.  Mount a flat screen on the wall and I’m in business!

Think about it.  I’ll never have to run to the deli to get something to eat again.  Donuts, meatball sandwiches, milk shakes (have you ever had Wawa’s “Cake Batter” shake?  It’s awesome!), candy, potato chips, jumbo hot dogs.  There’s a microwave there for every conceivable culinary delight you can think of.

There are magazines and newspapers.  There’s loads of parking on the sides and in the rear.  I would help put the Christmas decorations up and help raise donations for the various Wawa charities. 

But my absolute favorite aspect of living in a Wawa would be the endless conversations that I would have with their customers.  I would always company.  And it would help me with my talk show too.  I would always know what stories were truly on everyone’s mind.   What a great idea!
I wonder what the rent would be?

RAVINGS FROM A MAN WHO NEVER SLEEPS...7/10

Here's my latest article for the South Jersey Mag...

ALI

Muhammad Ali.

Hate.

By now, you have read a dozen tributes saluting the amazing, complicated, ten-act life of Ali, but I doubt if you read any article that had the word “hate” as the third word.  However, as much as I was a huge fan of the man right from the very beginning, I had to confront many people in my own neighborhood, and my own Father about Ali and what he represented.  And often it got ugly.

tunes logoBefore I even begin, let me point this point out that many, many residents of Southwest Philly, the area I grew up in, were kind and decent people who did not harbor ill will towards anyone.  I would not trade my early childhood years with anyone else’s.  It was a fun, vibrant area to spend your youth in.  (And there is a South Jersey angle to this article that we will get to later)

For me, being ten years old was playing street ball and getting water ice on my Phillies tee shirt.  That was the extent of any drama in my life until the Beatles and the Vietnam war came along.  Then I started noticing a strange, dark side to the human condition and Cassius Clay was at the center of it all.

Let’s start with race.  God, I even hate discussing that word, because who the heck am I?  Just a big dufus in a bowling shirt trying to raise my kids and enjoy a meatball sandwich.   If there is someone that you hate for no good reason whatsoever, well, there’s nothing I’m going to be able to write here that is going to change your feelings.  So I am not going to even try.

But here I was,  a snot-nosed kid, when all of a sudden I started hearing a lot of ugly words.  “Who did this uppity #@#$% thing he is?!  All brash and cocky.”  Men like my Dad wanted their black champion to be like Joe Louis.  Quiet and dignified.  Who did this mouthy Clay think he was? 

At this point in my life it was all rah-rah-rah for the home team.  Everything positive.  Oh, we booed when someone struck out, but that was different.

This felt like real hate and I had never experienced that before.  And over who?  To me and a lot of my buddies, Clay was funny and a devastating boxer on top of it.  And he was beating Sonny Liston, who was not exactly a choirboy.  Liston was truly a bad man in real life.  So what was everyone getting all upset about?  I didn’t get it.  Still don’t.

big daddy dinerAt about the same time the Beatles appeared on Ed Sullivan.  An exhilarating historical moment, right?  Four fun dudes performing great songs.  Nothing but positive vibes to take out of this, right?

Wrong again.  To my Dad, they were nothing but a “bunch of long hair #$%^’s.”  And you know the slur word for homesexuals that I am referring to here.  I cannot begin to explain to you how much my old man hated any man with long hair.  His veins would literally pop out of his neck.  Looking back on those old photo’s of the completely harmless Beatles on Ed Sullivan, it’s hard to explain to a high school student today how in hell they could have enraged that many men. 

But they did.  And when that photo of Clay and the Beatles came out?  It was a wonder my old man didn’t jump off the Walt Whitman Bridge.

So know we have two different types of hate swirling around Clay.  The old reliable race card and a brand new type of hatred for “long haired hippies.”  It didn’t matter that the Beatles were primarily singing about love.  And at that time, Clay was just a fantastic athlete who recited poems and boasted he was “The Greatest” to sell tickets.  He barely knew who the Beatles were when he met them.  But oh boy, did that picture set some morons off. 

We’re not through here.  Not by a long shot.  Then Clay changes his name and converts to the Muslim religion.  He’s now Muhammad Ali!  My neighborhood was 99% Catholic.  What the heck was a “Muslim?”  And the only time anyone ever changed their name in my parish was when a woman got married.  No one changed their name.  If you were born Tommy Boyle, you died Tommy Boyle.  End of story.  And when Lew Alcindor changed his name to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, half of my street had a collective heart attack.

And again, over what?  We now have a President whose name is Barrack Obama.  And he was voted in.  Twice.  Once more, if you tried to explain to a 15 year old how Clay simply changing his name to Ali caused such conniptions, they would laugh at you and say, “what the heck was wrong with you people back then?” 

So now we’ve added religion to this mess along with race and the generation gap.  Wait, there’s one more.

447PMMARCH 5TH, 2015Vietnam.  Ali refused to go.  Now you could add “draft dodger” to his list of so called “crimes.”  This one I truly couldn’t grasp because at least half of my lower middle-class blue-collar older friends were doing everything in their power not to go also.  What was Ali doing that was so different?  Why is Creedence’s “Fortunate Son” still a powerful song?  Because it’s lyrics are dead on.

My brother fought in Vietnam.  He didn’t want to.  I wish he hadn’t.

Most of the Dads in my neighborhood fought in World War II (including mine) and saw and survived horrible atrocities.  You then would have thought that these same Dads would have been at the forefront of protesting this terrible, useless war, but for many of these Dads, it was the complete opposite.  Ali, and anyone else who didn’t sign up to fight was a “coward” and much more.

Again, go figure.  Now I want to make it very clear that I am immensely proud of my Dad and brother’s service to this country.  But mostly, and particularly of the many people I knew who fought in Vietnam, I am happy that they made it home.

All I’m doing is reminding any younger readers who only knew Ali from that historic and heart wrenching moment when he lit the Olympic torch exactly what it was he went through.  What he battled and had to overcome because I was there.  I heard the hate and it affected me because I was so young and hadn’t experienced anything like that before.  Geez, who am I to sound so heavy, but in the end, love won.  When he died, we loved him and that in itself is a crazy journey.

Speaking of journeys, Ali briefly lived in the Voken Trect section of Cherry Hill back in early 1971.  Go ahead look it up.  You might also find this story when you do.  That when Ali rope-a-doped and defeated George Foreman in Zaire in one of those most improbable victories ever, no one could find him after the fight and he was expected at major parties with important dignitaries.

Where was he?  In a small village performing magic tricks for kids.  My man!  Here’s to one of the most talented and funny and nervy and complex human beings ever.  I’m glad I was on Earth the same time you were.

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You can take an inexpensive tour  of RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL that's well worth it.

Check out MASH ARMY & NAVY on 8th Ave between 45 & 46th streets.  A blast from the past!

Folks are always asking me about piano bars in Manhattan.  There's two I would recommend and they couldn't be any bit different.  DON'T TELL MAMA is on 46th St between 8 & 9th Avenues.  It's a comfortable narrow long bar where you either sit at thee bar or at a table.  They have a singing piano player and every fourth song or so a member of the bar or serving staff will get up and sing a three song set.  And sometimes a member of the audience will get up at the mic and sing. And they have awesome food also. It's a really fun joint, but completely different from MARIE'S CRISIS CAFE which is at 59 Grove St in the Village.  (Make sure you have the address handy before you get in the cab.)  MARIE'S is a tiny hole in the wall basement club where there is a piano player but no professional singer.  YOU are the singer.  It's insane.  People (like my nutty wife) go there TO sing.  There's no microphone and literally 150 people or so will be singing at the top of their lungs to some Broadway tune  Which, by the way, IS ALL Marie's does.  They don't mix in pop tunes like MAMA does.  The two couldn't be any different from each other and any more fun if a piano bar is your bag.

A HOTEL TO STAY AT?   We always use some hotel site and often stay at one of these two hotels which I would both recommend.  THE BELVEDERE on West 48th St is clean with a nice lobby and it's very convenient to Broadway and many clubs and bars.  THE WARWICK is pricier, but still affordable when you go through Expedia.  It's at 54th & 6th and many famous folks (like the Beatles and Liz Taylor have stayed there.

IT'S ONLY A PLAY is hilarious with an amazing cast.

As obvious as this sounds, you can spend a couple hours exploring Central Park and never get bored.

Lincoln Center has a free SINATRA exhibit running till September 4th which has some pretty neat artifacts from his Hoboken days.

LEXINGTON CANDY SHOP on Lexington between 82 & 83rd St. has been opened since 1925 and is a don't miss trip.

THE METROPOLITAN ROOM on 22nd St is a very cool, classic NY cabaret room where we have seen many cool acts at a very affordable price.

BIG ONION WALKING TOURS are a lot of fun and reasonably priced.  I have taken many of them and they never disappoint.

54 BELOW on 54th St. is literally the basement of the famous Studio 54 disco. It's a terrific place to see anybody. Top notch club.

Finally made it to BIRDLAND for one of those CAST PARTY shows. What a great time and the sight lines are excellent.  Legendary jazz artists perform there and if you ever thought about seeing one of them at BIRDLAND, do it.

 

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