Adult Stars News

Hey, boys and girls! I’m back. Scary thought, huh? Sort of like that big moment on Edgar Winter’s White Trash "Roadwork" album when Edgar steps up to the microphone and says about his long-absent brother, guitar-slinger and reputed dope casualty Johnny, “A lot of people been asking me, ‘Hey, Where’s your brother?’” Then Johnny yells something profound like “Rock and roll!” and proceeds to tear the roof of the sucker.

Well, I haven’t been hiding in some dank basement with a crack pipe hanging out of my mouth and a rusty needle jammed up my arm(like I heard some of you were conjecturing). The magazine for which I was associated for the past decade, Hustler Erotic Video Guide, was laid to rest by its publisher, Larry Flynt, and I’ve been taking some time off to work on some new projects, get a little deeper into my continuing studies of bluegrass and old-time flatpick guitar and mandolin, and, in general, just enjoying a life free from the rigors of the daily Porn Wars.

Frankly, I think those days are sort of played out.

That’s why I think you’re going to love our new site. Brought to you exclusively by Dennis Hof and his world-famous Moonlite Bunny Ranch, we want to bring you the latest news about your favorite adult stars and what they’re doing on the set and off, exclusive interviews with the hottest new babes in town, reviews of the latest XXX videos, and, to help keep things interactive and to keep me honest, YOUR opinions.

That’s right. I want to hear from all of you out there. Whether you have comments, questions or just want to contribute your views to the powers that run Porn, Inc., consider me and this site to be your mainline to the central switchboard. For now, send all your e-mail directly to me at j45guitar@aol.com.

This assignment came to me somewhat suddenly, so I hope you’ll bear with me as we work to get things up to speed as fast as we can... and given the crack crew we have working behind the scenes, that should mean things will be up to full power in no time. Like I’ve told the guys here, when it comes to the tech stuff, I’m sort of like Chris “Corky” Burke. In other words, I’m a bit slow...but it’s a congenital defect, so try not to be too cruel, okay?

Like Hustler Erotic Video Guide, we’ll try to avoid insulting your intelligence, provide you with some laughs and postmodern irony, and we’ll also do our best to give you fair and unbiased reporting, and strive to be as accurate as we can when it comes to giving you the latest news and gossip.

Without sounding too much like something you’d hear in a day-care center, we’re here to be friends with you and with the industry you love. We plan to throw a groovy, love-filled party every day, and we want to make sure that you know that you’re on our V.I.P. List.

So, if you’re ready, let’s all, in the words of Mr. Winter, “Rock and roll!”

Michael Louis Albo
j45guitar@aol.com

BACK IN BUSINESS
After our little jump-start last week, I was curious as to what type of response we’d be getting here. I have to confess that I was a bit nervous about putting up my own e-mail address, but I figured that was the quickest way to get some feedback. It worked. Got some great response from you guys and gals out there, mostly folks from the business who wondered to where I had disappeared. I have to say, I was really happy to hear from all of you, and I look forward to publicizing your latest projects and events. I especially look forward to seeing all of you in person as soon as possible. It’s going to be a long, hot summer, so let’s make sure to put on the sun-block and step into the heat.

ROTTEN TO THE CORE
Well, “rotten” isn’t the word I really want to use, but it makes for a really crappy pun, and this being porn, they take away your XXX-Writer’s Guild card
if you don’t use at least one bad pun per column. You‘re also required to overuse alliteration as often as possible, but writing sentences that contain
phrases like “butt-banging, big-boobed bimbos on bicycles” can be a strain on any writer, but ‘m drifting off topic now.

What I intended to mention were the Bad Apples. If you’re a fan of porn and a fan of rock and roll, you owe it to yourself to check out this band. Consider
them the little brothers of Guns ‘N Roses.

The porn connection? Their drummer is Scott Fayner, who many moons ago was my assistant at Hustler Erotic Video Guide. A kid too talented to remain stuck up at the front desk answering the phone and requesting chromes and IDs for the publication, he moved quickly up the ranks at the company and even finished an issue of Hustler Erotic Video Guide after a drunk driver hit me head-on and left me bedridden during deadline week.

A great guy, Scott used to bug me about my early-morning hoe-downs when I’d blast the Stanley Brothers and the Clinch Mountain Boys at full-blast in my office.

Scott’s now running the show over at lukeford.com, and we’re making pans to hook up real soon. Should be fun.

In the meantime, if you’re in the Los Angeles area and see a listing for his band the Bad Apples, you owe it to yourself to go check out the show. Scott’s
a real ladies’ man, and working in this business, that means the ladies he knows are 100%, San Fernando Valley porn chicks and they’ll be crammed up at the
front of the stage screaming for him to slam the skins.

I just wish he’d take my advice and get the band to do a cover of Love’s “7 and 7 Is...”

DIRTY DAVE
My old buddy from my Vietnam days, “Dirty” Dave Cummings dropped me a line as well, and I’ll have something special from him in Tuesday’s edition. Be sure to look for it. (As I mentioned yesterday, we sort of hit the ground running, so bear with us until we get up to full power.)

Dave, a graduate of the School of Hard Knocks located outside of Pleiku City, Vietnam, spent several years actually believing my stories about my days fighting the VC and the NVA in the Mekong Delta. After he met me for lunch one day with photos of actual combat victims that made “Apocalypse Now” look like an episode of “The Care Bears,” I had to tell him the truth that I was about 10 years too young to have made the draft. After seeing those pictures, I’m glad
I was.

Dave also taught at West Point, and is one of the true gentlemen in this business. He’s also one of the oldest guys you’ll ever see getting, uh, busy with the young hotties in XXX. I’m not too sure what ‘d say if he were my dad, but, he’s not, so whatever he does on his own time is his own business. Being a long-distance runner has obviously kept him in good enough shape to continue working in front of the cameras without having a full-on stroke. Good for him.

Like, I said, we’ll have a special item about Dave on Tuesday, so be sure to check it out.

HOPPIN’ DOWN THE BUNNY TRAIL
Some of the e-mail received after last week’s post inquired about the “projects” on which I’ve been working. Well, other than the personal stuff that no one who’d be reading this site would have any interest, the main thing that has been occupying my time is writing a book with Dennis of, owner of the world-famous Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Tentatively titled “Bunny Tales,” it’s sort of an oral history of all the hot, wild and wacky adventures of the girls who work at the ranch.

I’ve been keeping pretty busy writing down these stories, and, trust me, after 13 years hanging around this type of business, I thought it was impossible to shock me.

After starting on this project, I discovered that I was wrong. This book will have it all. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll disbelieve. But mostly, you’ll be going back and rereading each page thinking, “Did I read that right?” Trust me, you did...and you will. Again and again.

It’s coming soon, and we’ll keep you posted as to when it’ll be available. This is one you won’t want to miss.

In the meantime, be sure to book yourself a little personal time at the world-famous Bunny Ranch. A beautiful setting, great atmosphere, and, best of all, the most outrageous chicks ever. Porn stars too. Follow the link for more
information.

DENNIS HOF ON CNN!
Moonlite Bunny Ranch head honcho Dennis Hof made a fantastic appearance on CNN Friday night with newscaster Paula Zhan. If you missed it, too bad. Dennis is a true natural-born showman and it was a great show. This site will keep posted as to all his appearances...you don’t want to miss them.

...AND DON’T FORGET
I want you all to get involved in this site. If you’ve got events and happenings you want publicized, let me know. If you just want to write in and add
your opinions, feel free. Get involved. This is going to be the best party on the Internet, so skip the RSVP and come on in! (Oh, and here’s a topic to help
get things started. “What’s the best music to, uh, you know, get busy?” One friend of mine suggested Iron Butterfly’s “Heavy.” He doesn’t get laid much.)

Michael Louis Albo
j45guitar@aol.com

JUST A WHINY NOTE BEFORE WE START
As most of you know, the worst thing about summer, besides tourists and mosquitos and having to live in a building without air conditioning, is the horrible “summer cold” that wraps its clammy hands around the throats of so many people when the temperature makes its final plunge into the summer months. For those of you who aren’t residents of L.A., our month of June is usually foggy, cool and overcast...for the first three weeks or so. Then the forces of nature shift, the inversion layer clamps down like the lid of a pressure cooker and the heat cranks up. If you’re susceptible, chances are you’ll wake up, like I did this morning, with a skull that feels like someone’s banging on the inside with a dull axe, sinuses dripping to the point where you say, “I didn’t know I had THAT much fluid inside of me,” eyes glued shut with some horrible crusty stuff that comes from who-knows-where, and every joint in your body creaking like a rusty gate hinge. Of course there are lots of theories as to why this happens. Me? I like to go with the weather change theory, but of some of the boys and girls with whom I spoke this morning offered their own theories. The two most interesting came from a pal who suggested that I've actually contracted some sort of disgusting avian-borne disease from cleaning out my budgie’s birdcage. The other came from my girlfriend whom I hadn’t seen for nearly four weeks until my recent birthday when she came over to make dinner, clean up the dishes and stay over. “You’re resistance is down, is all,” she said. “Now quit being such a baby.” Chicks. They’re always so sympathetic.

WICKED PICTURES’ DANIEL METCALF TIES THE KNOT
One of the nicest guys I’ve had the pleasure to meet over the course of my magazine days, Daniel Metcalf of Wicked Pictures sent me a return e-mail today announcing that he was sorry being late in responding to me as he had just been on honeymoon with his new bride. To Daniel and his wife, this site would like to wish them the very best and many years of happiness.

ON THE FLIP SIDE...
Reuters is reporting that American “prince” John F. Kennedy and his wife Carolyn Bessette were living a hard-core, hard-scrabble existence as a couple marked by separate beds, cocaine abuse and violence. This according to a new book by Kennedy family biographer Edward Klein that was excerpted in Vanity Fair on Monday.

Titled ''The Kennedy Curse: Why Tragedy Has Haunted America's First Family for 150 Years,'' Klein tells a depressing story of two spoiled, bratty rich kids who got their dough the old-fashioned way: They got it from their families. Well, it beats working.

Most of the dirt seems to be hurled at Bessette whose friends in the fashion world allege that she was a heavy user of drugs, especially cocaine. When Kennedy reputedly discovered her snorting coke at the couple’s fashionable New York City apartment, he screamed at her, ''You're a cokehead!'' Well, duh. It’s not easy to maintain that hollow-eyed, sunken-cheeked model lookwithout some sort of routine.

Another allegation involves a dinner at which Bessette made “half a dozen” trips to the bathroom. According to a staff member from Kennedy's political magazine, ''George,'' Bessettee returned each time to the table with white crusty rings around her nostrils. In doper parlance, those are sometimes called “felony rings.”

So, the next time you’re complaining about how “good” some people have it, spare a thought for John-John and Carolyn.

THOMAS ZUPKO’S LATEST TOUR-DE-FORCE
Director Tom Zupko, a cool cat to the end, and one who likes to take on difficult material and revels in shocking his audiences,has been working on his
latest movie, “The Opera.” Based on author Peter Greenaway’s early ‘90s “Prospero’s Books,” which was his take on Shakespeare’s “The Tempest,” the flick stars Avy Scott, Papillon, Satine Diamond, Katja, Ashley Blue, Allura Bond, Valentino, Mickey G., Trent, Tony Tedeschi, Denis Marti, and Franz Stary as “The Opera Singer.” Stary is a real-life, mainstream opera singer who stars as a junkie whose life is straight out of one of those halfway house help centers that advertise on television all afternoon for all the folks who, like Stary’s character have lost the house, the kids, the wife, the career, and everything that make life worth living. In typical Zupko fashion, Stary’s character ends up in a trash-strewn, roach-haunted downtown Los Angeles alley just this side of an overdose where he slips into a hallucinatory fantasy world where each act of “the opera” that plays in his head shows him with brutal clarity exactly what went wrong with his once-promising life. Yeah, it’s heavy stuff, but when has Zupko NOT chosen to go this route? If his past movies are any indication of hat to expect, this is one you won’t want to miss. (Just don’t get the wrong idea about downtown L.A. Sure, there’s a lot of pain and misery on the streets down here, but I’ve made downtown my home for the past three years and the area’s bouncing back. If only they could figure out a way to keep out the yuppies, the lawyers and all the other folks who keep jacking up the rents because they want a loft in a cool old building...well, maybe Zupko’s movie could have social implications that are broader than he intended.

HBO TAKES ON “DIRTY DAVE”
My old Vietnam buddy, Dave Cummings, one o the older guys working in the biz, but still getting a taste of the hot babes, has told me that HBO has just finished shooting a documentary scene about is work in this crazy business. Along with Bobby Rinaldi the pair did their thing for the cameras--but not with each other; they’re straight--with Dave playing the host of Volume 35 of his series’ “Dirty Dave’s Sugar Daddy.” I’ll keep you posted as to when it will be showing. It will give hope to all of you who feel that you’re getting old before your time.

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE (BUNNY) RANCH
Dennis Hof’s world-famous Moonlite Bunny Ranch Brothel continues its unstoppable march to the top of the adult-entertainment world. It’s achieving this through the kind of mainstream coverage not usually seen given to this sector of the entertainment world. As we mentioned, Dennis appeared live last Friday on CNN with Rita Cosby and Paula Zahn. Then there was the recent feature article in the prestigious New York Times and long-time Bunny Ranch pal Motley Crue frontman Vince Neal’s recent stop in Reno. Also on the schedule is a coming live broadcast from a Tuscon/Phoenix radio station for which we’ll keep you residents of the Valley of the Sun posted. Also showing that the sphere of influence of the Moonlite Bunny Ranch is growing internationally is a band in Portugal that calls itself Bunnyranch. Music fans should check out their website at http://www.bunnyranch.web.pt/. Also, showing that the Moonlite Bunny Ranch is a very civic-minded establishment, the brothel is currently busy raising funds for the Nevada Highway Patrol. Coming at the end of August will be a very special golf tournament. Of course, we’ll keep all you duffers apprised of what’s happening with that too.

FINALLY
Before I sign off for today, I just want to say that after only a few days here at this site, I’ve sure been happy to hear from old friends and new ones. I’m glad to hear that all of you are well. I also want to remind the casual readers that they’re more than welcome to drop us some e-mail too. This site is definitely NOT just for industry “insiders.” Everybody’s welcome here, and I want your opinions, suggested topics, and just whatever you might want to talk about. As always, I can be reached at the e-mail address below. Until tomorrow, then...

Michael Albo
j45guitar@aol.com

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July 3, 2003

PORN AND THE REAL WORLD
Porn’s a strange game, boys and girls...and for more reasons than you could possibly think. The one that always knocked me out was that producers of such material will have no problems showing some fresh-faced little 18-year-old blond immediately stop whatever she’s doing to hoover some less-than-attractive pool swabbie, but show the slightest hint of something that might actually happen in the real world, and you’re going to have problems.

Such was, apparently the case, on the set of the Tom Zupko-directed Elegant Angel shoot of “The Opera.”

As you may have read here recently, the story had a heroin component to it. Apparently, that’s a Bozo no-no. You can mention dope, but you can’t show a
needle slipping into a junkie’s arm. You CAN,however, show other things slipping into other places...as long as they’re not “drug delivery devices.”

And, as we all know, there has never been a porn star known to use an illicit substance to shore up for a gig. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying every girl and boy is, as one irate reader to Hustler Erotic Video Guide once wrote to me after I reported on an early ‘90s Consumer Electronics Show sojourn:
“...drugged-up freaks.” Hey, sometimes they can be the ones who are the most fun. Tragically, the doper’s life takes it toll, and the looks are the first thing to go, and since that’s what this game’s all about, well, you figure it out. At least Tom shot the picture downtown.

TROUBLE IN PORNOLAND
More from Zupko’s Elegant Angel shoot. My young friend Scott Fayner of lukeford.com is reporting that the real world--in the form of reputed violence, or, more accurately, threatened violence--intruded onto the shoot when a certain Aussie “porn journalist” went snooping where he shouldn’t have been, located a
production sheet that listed the cast members and the pay they were reportedly receiving for their work and posted it on his website...reportedly without
bothering to take the trouble to call said cast members and verify if any of what he posted was accurate. Well, if you know this particular person, that should come as no surprise.

According to the stories swirling around this “controversy,” the real problem was that the reporter took property belonging to Elegant Angel without permission and was then banned from the set.

The threatened violence? Mr. Fayner and others are reporting that a “bounty” of $300 was placed upon the head of the offending journalist with the money to go to whomever “knocked out” the guy.

Scott goes on to suggest that yours truly would have done the job for free. Ah, come on, Scott. Been there, done that. Besides, the person in question
doesn’t put up much of a fight anyway. As I found out, there’s no honor in that. Now, tricking him into going to lunch and ditching him in East L.A., THAT’S fun.

...AND WHILE WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT
They say if you manage to hang on long enough, you gain a certain amount of respectability. In porn, time, like respect, is a relative thing. Most porn is produced in California, and, as most of us residents know, the state has a magical ability to warp time and space and reality and mix everything up into some kind of hazy witch’s brew of truth, lies and something that lies in between.

If you watch television or listen to popular music, the image is one of sleek cars you’ll never be able to afford skimming over twisting, deserted coastal highways. The songs extoll the virtues of sand and sun and endless days of fun, fun, fun. The reality is that daddy has taken the T-bird away. Beach Boy Brian Wilson knew this even way back when, and look where it took him. (It might also be said that another hippie songwriter named Charlie Manson, who never got as far as the fabled Mr. Wilson in the music biz, knew the truth as well. He gathered together a group of middle-class throwaways and decided to start a race war by way of some of L.A.’s most horrific murders.)

The truth is, evening comes sidling up to park for a hot and dusty night along streets like downtown’s Broadway where the ghostly shells of the old theater district eject streams of bats and swirling tornadoes of starlings wheel down into holes in the rooftops for overnight lodging. It’s a place where down by what passes for the city’s river, the Mexican population has long spoken of “La Llorona,” a weeping, spectral woman who drowned her children and then herself after being abandoned and now wanders the concrete banks seeking to lure the living into her limbo of sadness and despair. It’s where in the quiet hours after midnight and before the trash trucks clatter down the streets if one listens closely, a high, thin wail can be heard. It might be the wind or it might be some Chumash or Gabrieleno shape-shifter caught between the Four Worlds.

Mostly, though, it’s where in nondescript apartment buildings located in the San Fernando Valley because they’re “close to where the work is,” porn kids live their off-set lives and go about the same daily hassles that you or anybody else might suffer. Some go on to relative success and achieve a degree of fame, others just sort of fade away into haunting images on long-forgotten videotapes left in a box in the back of someone’s closet.

All of it’s just different faces of survival, and that, kiddies, can lead to a salvation of sorts and with salvation, there’s always redemption. So cheer up; it’s not as bad as some would hav you believe.

MORNING DRIVE TIME
And while we’re here in L.A., popular local radio station KROQ, located at 106.7 on the FM dial, and the Arbitron-rated Number One-rated modern rock station in the local market, has been bringing in porn stars to fill in for vacationing morning drive-time duo Kevin and Bean.

Superstar Jenna Jameson did a call-in on Monday to get things started and proved to be a hit with listeners.

Felicia Fox appeared live in-studio on Tuesday morning, doing her segment minus panties and a top, which makes it all to concise and too clear why televison killed radio as the popuar medium. Fox made plugs for her show "Lust for Life" which appears regularly on KSEXradio.com.

Wednesday’s host was Ron Jeremy, who marshaled discussions that included, among other things, the practice of auto-fellatio. For the record, Jeremy insisted that he doesn't do this particular parlor trick at home.

TIFFANY MYNX IN YOUR LIVING ROOM TONIGHT
I recently ran into Coast to Coast director/producer Will Divide who has been keeping a low-profile these last few years. During the course of our conversation, Will asked me if recalled one of the first sets to which I was invited and where I witnessed a Divide-directed throw down between Leena and Tiffany Mynx. Will, who now spends most of his days behind a desk, asked me if I ever heard from either of the two girls. Well, since, at the time of our conversation, I had been busying myself with other projects, I had to admit that, no, I hadn’t...and didn’t have a clue as to what either girl was doing.

Now comes word that Mynx, one of those early ‘90s “nasty girls” who made anal sex a requirement for any true porn chick and who performed equally well in the fetish arena has just posted on her website at tiffanymynx.com that she’s now available for “one on one encounters to upscale gentlemen in the Los Angeles area only.” Well, Will, there you go. Check in with her. You’re an “upscale gentleman,” aren’t you?

Michael Louis Albo
j45guitar@aol.com

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JULY 4, 2003

WEAK WORDS ABOUT A WEEK AND WORDS

Well, friends, as the used car salesman used to say on late-night television, we’re givin’ ‘em away. Well, more accurately, we here at adultstarsnews.com, have been up and stumbling through my first week as your friendly pitchman. Like I wrote in my first post, I‘m still a bit behind the curve when it comes to this whole techno-reporter stuff, but what can you expect from a guy who carries around talismans like a human bone rosary from his 1964 First Holy Communion, a Morgan silver dollar from 1921 and who wears a button that reads “I’m Lost. Can Somebody Show Me The Way Back to 1939?” I guess what I‘m trying to say is that this is a whole new game for me and is quite a bit different from working on a monthly magazine like Hustler Erotic Video Guide. Back then, I had the luxury of time, a staff to help with the proofreading and the news gathering. My hat’s off to you Web wonders who have mastered this craft.

For our readers, we’re getting there, and, as promised, will be steaming ahead full-speed shortly...as soon as I get ahead of the learning curve. Since starting out last week, we’ve been reconnecting with our old contacts and are getting on screeners lists and taking care of all the behind-the-scenes stuff that promises to make this site one of your favorites.

Oh, and, I just have to say that I‘m well aware of the betting line that some of you placed that predicted I‘d blow my stack over something and start some
sort of war of words with someone before my first week was out. Just two words for you guys, “you lose.”

Finally, thanks to all my old friends who sent in e-mail welcoming me back, and for those new readers and acquaintances who offered their kind support. Keep that e-mail coming, kids. I plan to start posting your comments and replying to them soon. It’s just that, at the moment, I sort of feel like the 18-year-old virgin at the mega-gangbang: overwhelmed and still a little unsteady. And, yeah, after reading that last sentence, I’m aware that it does sound kind of gay...but, like I said, in this game there’s hardly time to go back and change things...just don’t confuse me with another writer with whom I share a name. His middle name’s Paul, he lives in New York and, from what I understand, is
quite a bit cuter-looking than I am which isn’t too hard to accomplish. Good writer, though. Anyway, have a safe and sane Fourth of July and we’ll see you next week.

HOT ANIMAL SEX!
Who would’ve thought it? Porn exerts its insidious influence on the pages of the July 2003 issue of National Geographic. Actually, for some of you without access for more explicit printed material, the Sears Catalog’s women’s lingerie section and National Geographic provided hours of good, wholesome fantasy entertainment. Come on, now. I couldn’t possibly have been the only one who
thought the garter belt model in the Spring 1965 Sears Catalog bore a striking resemblance to a debased version of Mary-Ann from “Gilligan’s Island,” right?
Right? And what about National Geographic? How many of you guys got your first site of naked female flesh within its education-packed pages? Okay, so the women were usually Third-World and tribal and their boobs drooped down to their knees, but they were real boobies, man!

The latest issue tackles the question of the sex in the animal world and the larger question of “who decides.” As every guy who has ever bought new threads, washed the car, made a reservation at some fancy restaurant and got a
polite peck on the cheek at the end of an expensive evening knows, it’s the female of the species.

Duh. And it took certified scientists to figure that out? Maybe they should get out more often. Still, it’s nice information to have if you ever go on a “big cat camera safari.” When that male lion enters your camp and sinks those huge canines into your temples, your final thought can be, “Wow, you have the same problems I do...except a 600-pound wild animal isn’t going to be digesting you an hour from now.”

ADAM AND EVE LIGHTS UP NEW ENGLAND FOR THE FOURTH
My long-lost pal (and one of my favorite writers) Brian Smith, of Phoenix New Times and POPsmear (and the cool band Beat Angels) wrote about the “porn rock connection” a few years ago (with some quotes from yours truly), and since that time, Brian’s astute observations have all come to pass.

Adult product retail giant Adam & Eve and adameve.com is reminding residents of the some of the original American colonies of their constitutional birthrights with the help of Boston, MA, radio station WAAF.

Dubbed the "Porn On The 4th Of July" Weekend (and you’d do well to remember what I wrote last week about the Porn Writers Guild and the requirement to use such puns to maintain membership), WAAF listeners will be reminded of the guarantee of freedom of expression as they try to win the latest XXX DVDs from Adam & Eve. The products will be delivered wrapped in a copy of the Constitution of the United States of America. We’re sure Patrick Henry would dig the concept, but we wonder what Benjamin Franklin’s take on the whole thing would be.

For those of you outside the Boston-area, WAAF is located at 107.3 on the FM dial and has been cited as 2003’s "Active Rock Station Of The Year" by Radio & Records, a music-industry trade magazine. With all the subdivisions of what used to be just rock and roll many years ago, “active rock” is electric, loud, six-strings-through-overdriven-Marshall-stacks “RAWKIN’ RADIO.” Think Zeppelin, Metallica, Guns'N Roses, Staind....all those bands. For those of you in a city without an “active rock” station, check out WAAF.com for more information on the whole scene.

Really, you can only eat so many burgers and watch so many bottle rockets, so why not down some brews, fire up the Camaro, tune in some “active rock,” grope your best girl, and then go home and watch a XXX DVD...and remember the
Founding Fathers who made all of this possible. The words of Don King have never rang more true: “Only in America.”

Michael Louis Albo (with a Fourth of July nod to some of his favorite American patriots like Pretty Boy Floyd, Clyde Barrow, John Steinbeck, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Ralph and Carter Stanley, Doc Watson, Clarence and Roland White, Dennis Hof, Thomas Jefferson, George Jefferson, Roger McGuinn, Robert Zimmerman, Ralph Rinzler, Jo Mora, Theodore Roosevelt, Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Red Cloud, Chief Joseph, Cochise, Geronimo, Tom Jeffords, Billy the Kid, “Wild” Bill Hickock, Neil Young, John F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy, and about a thousand more who deserve mention but who have fallen victim to cruel and brutal
time.)

Michael Louis Albo
j45guitar@aol.com