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Every THURSDAY at 8 PM. Listen live at http://wildfireradio.com/big-daddy-graham. By the way, all you have to do is click on that wildfire blue line and the most current show will AUTOMATICALLY begin to play,  Just give it a moment

This week on BIG DADDY'S CLASSIC ROCK THROWDOWN? 

10 BEST CAR SONGS! (part 1)
 

Check out last week's  10 GREATEST SHOW TUNES AS DONE BY POP ARTISTS (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

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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!

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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?)

 

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Richie Ashburn
(Winner!)

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Tommy Agee

Eric Allen
(Winner!)

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Jesse Armstead

Ron Anderson

vs

Carmello Anthony
(Winner!)

Barry Ashbee
(Winner!)

vs

Tony Amonte

 

B

 

Jim Bunning
(Winner!)

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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!)

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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!)

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Patrick Ewing

Pelle Eklund

vs

Phil Esposito
(Winner!)

 

F

 

Turk Farrell

vs

Sid Fernandez
(Winner!)

Irving Fryar
(Winner!)

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Ray Flaherty

Lloyd (World B.) Free

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Walt Frazier
(Winner!)

Bob Froese
(Winner!)

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Bill Fairbairn

 

G

 

Tony Gonzalez

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Dwight Gooden
(Winner!)

Mike Golic

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Frank Gifford
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Hal Greer
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Richie Guerin

Claude Giroux

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Rod Gilbert
(Winner!)

 

H

 

Ryan Howard
(Winner!)

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Keith Hernandez

Wes Hopkins

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Sam Huff
(Winner!)

Hersey Hawkins

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Allen Houston
(Winner!)

Mark Howe

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Harry Howell
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I

 

Raul Ibanez
(Winner!)

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Jason Isringhausen

Mark Ingram

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Mark Ingram
(Winner!)

Allen Iverson
(Winner!)

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Darrel Imhoff

Gary Innes

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Earl Ingarfield
(Winner)

 

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Willie “Puddin’ head” Jones

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Howard Johnson
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Seth Joyner
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Brandon Jacobs

Bobby Jones
(Winner!)

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Larry Johnson

Kim Johnsson

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Jaromir Jagr
(Winner!)

 

K

 

Chuck Klien
(Winner!)

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Jerry Koosman

Bucko Kilroy
(Winner!)

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Jim Katcavage

Johnny "Red" Kerr

vs

Bernard King
(Winner!)

Tim Kerr
(Winner!)

vs

Dave Kerr

 

L

 

Greg Luzinski
(Winner!)

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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

 

 

 

 

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RAVINGS FROM A MAN WHO NEVER SLEEPS... 6/20

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

HITCHING A RIDE!

It’s June.  Baseball’s in full swing.  School’s out.  Summer’s here.  Jersey Shore time.  Barbeques.  Graduation parties.   Time to stick the old thumb out and go hitchhiking.

Huh?  What’s that?  What the heck am I talking about with that “hitchhiking thing?  Let me explain.

Hard to believe Harry, but back in the sixties and seventies, it was extremely normal for Americans to hitchhike and pick up hitchhikers.  The road was full of them.  Come to think of it, I should take a moment here because there may be people reading this who have no idea what hitchhiking even is.
You would stand about ten feet from the curb or shoulder of the road you were on and stick out your thumb when a car would approach and attempt to look as friendly as possible.  That was it.  Simple as that. 

And, as difficult as this is to comprehend, someone would inevitably pick you up.  The car would pull over a little bit ahead of you and you would hustle up and let yourself into the car. 

“Hey man, where you heading?” they would ask. 

“Cherry Hill Mall” you might reply and then they would tell you where they were going and how far of a ride they could give you.  “Can you drop me off anywhere Rt. 130? “ you would ask.   A very primitive human version of GPS would develop, as you would work out how to get you where you were going without taking them far out of their way.

It was fun and a true adventure because you never knew who was going to be in that car when you opened that door.  Now today most people reading this would go “fun?!”  What if there was some demented serial killer (are there any other kind?) behind the wheel?  But the truth is you just didn’t think along those lines back then even though I know that my boys and me were hitchhiking regularly into the mid-seventies.

I grew up without a car.  I’ll let that sink in because I know that’s particularly difficult for South Jersey residents to comprehend.  Now before you think I’m crying poor mouth, let me explain they I grew up in a particular time and rowhome community where most folks didn’t own a car, so that was no big deal.  In fact, I ended up being the first one in my family to even own a car.   A $400 two-door white 1966 Ford Galaxie 500.  She was beautiful, rusty bumpers and all.   I named her “Legs” and she ate oil like Governor Chris Christie devours Big Macs.  But she was mine.  All mine.

I was 21 and now was able to say goodbye to the method of transportation that I had become most accustomed to over the years.  My thumb.

And what a great thumb it was.  It was free to own.  You didn’t need to get it inspected.  It never ran out of gas.  And my thumb was responsible for me seeing more square miles of South Jersey then I would have seen if I had helicoptered over it.

Because the huge percentage of time I was hitchhiking from Southwest Philly to Wildwood and rarely would you get one ride that would take you there in a straight shot.  So there wasn’t a small town in South Jersey that I didn’t end up getting stranded in until the next ride came along.  Wenonah.  Blackwood.  Hammonton.  Name the town, I hitchhiked through it.

Oh, and the stories that I would tell for years to come.  I was once stuck on a corner in Tunersville while it was pouring rain on the other side of the street and sunny on mine and that phenomena never happened to me again.

A buddy of mine and I were going to catch blues great Taj Mahal at Glassboro State College (before it was Rowan) and on the way to his show we actually picked the man up himself thumbing a ride to his own gig.  That’s a fact.  What’s the chances of you picking up Bruce Springsteen on the way to Citizens Bank Park?  But it really happened.

Now bumming a ride was always more of guy thing than a chick thing, but women most definitely hitchhiked.  But usually only when they were thumbing it with another guy.  And always in the summer.

My buddy Mark and I picked up two girls and a guy hitchhiking to the movies a million years ago.  Mark and I knew the guy and the one girl, Patrick and Haley. The girl we didn’t know turned out to be Haley’s cousin in from Ohio for a week.  Today, Mark and Debbie have been married for twenty nine years with three kids.Those three kids of Mark and Debbie’s?  My two kids?  They have never hitchhiked.  My wife would freak out on them if they ever did.

“Call me!  I’ll come get you!” my wife would scream.  In my wife’s mind, the first car turning the corner if my daughters hitchhiked would be driven by Charles Manson,  even though he’s been imprisoned since 1969.

So what happened?  I can’t seem to come off with a cutoff year.  One summer everyone was hitchhiking and the next summer no one was.  What happened?  I’m just a dufus in a bowling shirt, but there is some sort of sociological thing going on here, right?  I’m not going to go as far as saying that a society without hitchhiking is not as rich as a world with one, but I kind of feeling like saying that.  The fact that no one hitchhikes anymore says something about us.  I’m just not sure what.  Have we lost trust in each other?  Maybe that’s it.

So here’s the deal.  On Wednesday, June 22nd, at around 6pm, I’m going to be driving down Route 45 on my way to the Harrison House Diner in Mullica Hill to get a ham and cheese omelet with home fires.  If I see anybody with their thumb out (even Howard Eskin), I’m going to pick them up.  So get ready.

I’m personally bringing hitchhiking back!

RAVINGS FROM A MAN WHO NEVER SLEEPS... 6/1

Here's my latest article for the Sea Isle Times...

THE SEA ISLE STANLEY CUP

Dr DonnEd Snider has passed away.  By now you have read all the tributes and eulogies to Ed and that amazing organization called the Philadelphia Flyers that he built from total scratch.  (Contrary to myth, Ed Snider did not like to be called Mr. Snider.)  So what is this salute doing popping up in the Sea Isle Times weeks later?  Keep reading.

Let’s go back to the seventies when my initial response to the news that Philadelphia had been awarded an NHL franchise was one of disbelief.  I had grown up in Southwest Philly and there was absolutely no way that Philly was going to support a pro hockey team.  I know many of you younger readers have a hard time buying this, but when the Flyers first laced up their skates, very few of us knew a hockey puck from a can of shoe polish. Times change.  Walking out of the Wells Fargo Arena after Game Six of this seasons Capitols series, I looked over the thousands of cars and that amazing sports complex and couldn’t help but being blown away with where the whole scene is today.   Thanks to one man’s, Ed Snider’s, vision.

 This, however, will be the first salute to the Philadelphia Flyers and how intertwined they have become with Sea Isle City.  For my own personal history I am going to take you back to May of 1974.  The Flyers were in the Stanley Cup Playoffs and the punishing style of the “Broad Street Bullies” had completely taken over the town.  They had become “Must See TV” before that Madison Avenue slogan had even been thought up.

There was one little problem.  They were difficult to find on the tube.  I know that’s hard to fathom in a time where “Two Kids Kicking A Can On The Way Home From School” has a time slot on ESPN7, but back in the spring of 1974, there was no Comcast-Sportsnet.  Heck, PRISM, the forerunner to CSN, didn’t exist yet.  Hockey barely had a national TV contract.  If you got to see the Flyers at all, it was on UHF and please don’t tell me to explain to you what in Bernie Parent’s name is UHF-TV.  Let’s just say it involved an antenna.  Either on top of your tube TV or on your roof.  And that’s where this story gets Sea Isle intensive.

After the Flyers swept the Atlanta Flames (Who?!) to move on against the New York Rangers, things got really crazy.  There was no way we could miss any of those Philly-New York battles.  Enter Bill and Betty McLaughlin.  They owned a house up on 74th Street that Bill bought with money he won, get ready for this, in the Irish Sweepstakes.

I ran with a crowd that included “Quack” McLaughlin, one of their many sons.  Now Quack’s given Baptism name is Michael, but to this day I still believe his birth certificate says “Quack.” 

During the Flyers-Rangers series we started driving down to Sea Isle because the McLaughlin house picked up New York TV.  It also didn’t hurt that Mom and Pop McLaughlin were never there for any these off-season romps.  There was nothing like a shore house party at a friends pad when the parents weren’t around.  Believe me, I have been on both ends of this equation.

After the Flyers beat the Rangers in seven games to move on to the Stanley Cup Finals against Boston, we continued to watch the games at Quack’s house, believing that the house itself had become a good luck charm, even though most of the games were now on a channel that we could pick up in Philly.  

bdg armen pink caddy smallIncluding the climatic Game Six that was played on Sunday afternoon, May 19th, 1974.  That was the day that the Flyers defeat the Bruins to win the Stanley Cup Championship.  As you know, Sea Isle really picks up steam once May comes so there was a fair amount of people on the island and what was to become the Greatest Party in History began right on 74th St. for us.

When it came time to hit what few cars we had for the journey home, we had no idea what was in store for us.  Back then there was no Route 55, and no one had money for the Parkway and Expressway tolls, so it was the “backroads” for us.

And what a memorable ride it was.  At every intersection there was an impromptu party that grew larger and larger as you drove closer to the city.  By the time we arrived at the top of the Walt Whitman Bridge you could actually feel South Jersey and South Philly vibrating.  You may not realize this because of the fact that you have heard thousands of 94WIP callers discuss how much they dream of an Eagles Parade, but before May 19th, 1974 there was no such thing as a parade.  Flyers fans invented the Championship Parade and for me it started right here in Sea Isle.

So many Flyers bought homes at the Shore that it was common to see Rick MacLeish, Bobby Clarke, and many other Cup Champions at various bars and restaurants around the city.  My buddy Mouse McCourt once beat Dave Schultz in pool at LaCosta and a month later I saw “The Hammer” playing shuffleboard at the Ocean Drive.  (Decades later I’ve done comedy shows with Dave)  Bob “The Hound” Kelly has been conducting hockey camps at Dealy Field for years.  As a matter of fact the original boards and rink up at Dealey were paid for when the Flyers played a charity baseball game there where the winner of the tourney received the “Kelly” trophy which still exists today.

However, that’s just the beginning of generations of Flyers like Brian Propp, Steve Coates, and Tim Kerr being sighted around the island.  Many of them own homes in OC and Avalon, but what town would you party in?  Sea Isle City, baby.

Former Flyer Jeff Carter bought a home in Sea Isle and didn’t exactly lock himself in his garage.  He and many other Flyers from Jeff’s team were constantly sighted around town and one night Jeff and his boys bought my daughter Ava and her girlfriends a round.  But their loyalty didn’t stop there.

Jeff and former Flyers coach John Stevens (another SIC resident), along with Mike and Justin Williams, end up with the Los Angeles Kings where they win two Stanley Cups and on July 17th, 2014, Coach Stevens delivers the Cup in his truck to the 57th beach where thousands show up to have their picture taken with it.  Granted, it would have been sweeter if they had won it with the Flyers, but I still think it was cool of them to do that. 

If you’re keeping track of all this, we’re looking at over 40 continuous years of Flyer connections to this great town.  So raise a glass to Ed Snider today and thank him for bringing so many tremendous memories to countless Sea Isle Orange and Black fans.  Go Flyers!

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Now here’s my latest column for South Jersey Mag...

ED SNIDER AND SOUTH JERSEY

Often when well known people pass, you will here a talking head on the television claim that “the world will never be the same without blah blah blah.”  My Mother would inevitably look up from her ironing board and exclaim, “yes it will.”  And although my Mom’s cynical timing might have been a little insensitive, most of the time she was correct. 

447PMMARCH 5TH, 2015But not this time.  The Flyers will not be the same without Ed Snider because Ed Snider was the Flyers.  There is not another team in this town that has had the same ownership since Ed Snider brought an NHL franchise to Philadelphia forty-nine years ago.  Not the Eagles, Sixers, or Phillies.  Heck, there’s not another team in the NHL that has had the same ownership since Ed (contrary to public belief, he did not like to be called “Mr. Snider.”) was rewarded into the NHL back in 1966.  He was the only the Flers ever had.

 Michael Barkaan on “Philly Sports Talk” correctly pointed out that of all the NHL expansion teams that came into the league in 1967, the Flyers were the squad that was given the least chance of succeeding. 

 Well, guess what?  I was one of those guys.  My initial reaction was one of disbelief.   There was no way Philly was going to take to a hockey team.  (7000 attended the home opener) No one knew anything about the sport.  No one played it.  I am old enough to remember a hockey team by the name of the Philadelphia Ramblers.  They played in this old dilapidated cigar smelling joint called the Arena, right out of the film “Slapshot.”    My Dad took me to a couple games there.  The Arena held a little over 5000, but there was never more than a few hundred there in attendance for the two battles that I saw there. 

 But you know what I had forgotten when I had gave the Philadelphia Flyers no chance of surviving?  South Jersey.  At that point in my life, I was a Southwest Philly kid who had not given South Jersey any thought whatsoever.  I knew nothing about it at all other than the bus would cut through it on my way down to Wildwood with my Mother.  I knew so little of South Jersey and hockey in general that I didn’t even know that the Ramblers had changed their name to the “Devils” and moved to the Cherry Hill Arena and were still in existence when the Flyers came to Philly.

How was I to know that the Flyers were about to make Cherry Hill, Voorhees, and all of it’s surrounding areas their second home?  “Second home?”  big daddy dinerMost of the original Flyers ended up making South Jersey their only home.  Former Flyer greats like Bernie Parent, Bob “The Hound” Kelly, Rick MacLeish, Brian Propp, amongst many, many others, still live in South Jersey.

The South Jersey connection blooms because the Flyers  practice facility was in Voorhees.  “The Coliseum.”  A couple Flyers move into an apartment complex near the rink and little by little more Flyers gravitated towards the area.  At the time, however, I didn’t know any of this was going down.

The Flyers truly began to capture our hearts in early January of 1974.  They were not only winning, but they were winning with a style that we loved.  “The Broad Street Bullies.”  Maybe we didn’t know diddley-squat about hockey, but we sure knew a good fight when we saw one.  They became “must see TV” when it wasn’t that easy to even find them on the tube.  The forerunner to Comcast-Sportsnet, PRISM, wasn’t even in existence yet.  In a day and age where every imaginable sport has a television contract (I swear I saw two guys having a catch the other day on ESPN4), it’s difficult to fathom that there was ever a time when every single Flyers game of the year wasn’t on the tube, but that’s the way it was.

In fact, I watched much of the Flyers run to that first Stanley Cup in Sea Isle City because you could pick up Flyers-Rangers games on a New York station down there.  After they kept winning, we continued to watch many of them down there out of superstition.

And who was calling these games?  Cherry Hill resident Gene Hart.  A former high school teacher at Lenape and Audoubon High for crying out loud.  To further cement the South Jersey connection, Gene marries Sarah, a former diving horse rider on Steel Pier in Atlantic City.  (Don’t ask what in god’s name a “diving horse” was.  It would take an entire article of it’s own to explain that)

 But the one determining factor that cements the Flyers-South Jersey connection is Rexy’s.  Located in Haddon Township, it’s a unpretentious bar where you could get an inexpensive drink and a awesome roast beef sandwich and the working class Flyers made Rexy’s their home bar and as far away as Southwest Philly we start hearing about Rexy’s as a bar where you could actually see and hang with the Flyers.  No way!

tunes logoSo the trek to Jersey we made and words can’t explain how exciting it was.  There was no VIP “velvet red rope” separating the players from other bar patrons.  They were right there!  Just standing at the bar.  This was incredible.  I kid you not when I say that the Philadelphia Flyers introduced a lot of Philly folk to South Jersey itself.  It did for me.

I asked Al Morganti of 94WIP, a Medford resident, to name the Flyers who live or have lived in South Jereey, and Al said it would be easier to name the Flyers who don’t.

So thank you Ed Snider.  I couldn’t help but think of what it is you created when I was sitting in bumper to bumper traffic on the Walt Whitman driving in from Mullica Hill to that infamous Game Three against the Capitols with thousands and thousands of proud South Jersey Flyers fans all around me.  They are as much the South Jersey Flyers as they are the Philadelphia Flyers.

Did you know that future grandfather of Ron Hextall, Flyers goaltender legend and current Flyers General Manager,  Bryan Hextall once played for the Philadelphia Ramblers?  How cool is that?  Even cooler is the fact that I saw the legendary rock band the Doors there.  Twice in one Friday night. 

GENE HART… BRYAN HEXTALL… JERSEY DEVILS… BOBBY TAYLOR UNTIL 1973… VIK STASIUK… JOHNNY GADREAY RYAN

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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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