Sunday, June 25, 2017

RadioActivity: Jack Benny - Guests/Burns and Allen

Original Air Date: Jan 12, 1947


Protesting the titans manipulating masses




Manipulate: Definition


Controlling someone or something to your own advantage, often unfairly or dishonestly.



If Hitler, Amin, Shaka Zulu, Vlad the Impaler, Pol Pot, Saddam, and Stalin had had the social media titans on their sides...I shudder to think. The damage these men could have done more quickly would have been...yes, I shudder. 

But don't think the same thing isn't happening now. Think North Korea for one example. But that is a closed border situation mostly contained. It's the ones who cross borders with impunity these days that are the problem. 


Want to know why?

Want to know why Facebook keeps adding and varying emoticons and color blocks? Because they are trying to distract users. It's their version of squirrel! They manipulate your feed because they know what's best for you, so they say. But actually, they have an agenda and it is Socialist.

Want to know why Google keeps changing their Adwords interface? Because they are trying to keep you from taking their business. Yes, their versioning is designed to keep Little Business from becoming Big Business. They, too, have a Socialist agenda.

Want to know why all of a sudden messaging is being pushed that websites without an SSL certificate will not rank on search engines no matter what you do with your SEO? Because...well, it does cost only $100 per year to get that and that is called easy money to fund the new Socialist elite. 

Want to know why Twitter can get away with shadow banning? The same reason J. Brien can keep a straight face when testifying in front of Congressional panels: Try finding the proof that Twitter is manipulating on purpose. They, too, have a Socialist agenda. 

You might think I'm complaining. 

I am not.


I am protesting. I am resisting. I am defending.

Those who manipulate for the sole purpose of depriving others of opportunity are despicable. I don't want a level playing field, but how dare they keep me from making my own playing field?

That is what is happening on the Internet these days. There is no use denying it. These are the facts of the matter. They could rightly be called monopolies ripe for governmental intervention to break them up, except that they are in bed with the Socialists. 


Too big to fail?

At one time, all roads led to Rome.

At one time, the sun never set on the British Empire.

At one time, you could trip over a Blockbuster on your way to the bathroom. 

But where are they now? There is no such thing as too big to fail and as we study the rise and fall of empires — both governmental and business — we see a common theme. That's right! They all begin to believe their own press.

You are awesome!
You can do no wrong!
All your decisions are brilliant!

When in truth they stopped being so awesome a long time ago, they make massive amounts of wrong moves, and their decisions become mired in middle-manager hell.


So there is hope after all.

Just as in the 1500s when literacy rates rose and book production rates rose with it, we are now seeing a populace that is fast leaning how this new system is working — and they are beginning to think twice, if not totally eschew, gee-whiz technology and sound-bite news clips, and go old school.

Heck, even Google does not solely rely on the Internet to grow their own business. Alphabet, as they are now known by, sends out mail pieces and makes robo calls to get small businesses to advertise locally.

Why is Google/Alphabet doing that? It can only be because they have screwed themselves by manipulating their own portals and keeping paying users out of it. 

See? The masses might move slowly but when they do move there is no stopping them. Just like the mills of the gods get moving slowly and seem not to make any headway, when they do move, they grind exceedingly small. Then...

Poof! Google, gone. 
Poof! Twitter, gone.
Poof! Facebook, gone.

Taking their places? 

Who knows? I don't. But I know the future is coming. Heck. I'm one of those working on the future know. Taking back control.

I've done it by creating MyDigitalCatalog.com so independent songwriters can have their own record of proof of right to copyright and license their own works. Proof that is complete and separate from any performing rights organization since they are all in bed with The Majors and The Bigs anyway. 

I've done it by becoming a Citizen Journalist, writing and sharing as I research.

If you are reading this blog feed, more than likely you are doing something of the same right where you stand, and to that I say "Good on you. Go git 'em."


To read more from Angela Durden, visit her site here.


Saturday, June 24, 2017

I'm Going To Town


Saturday Night Public Service Announcement: Five Levels Of Drinking


Do It ('Til You're Satisfied)


Underated Band: The Bell Notes

Septugenarian Steven Tyler of Aerosmith gave a nod to the Bell Notes in his book.

This song rocks.






The Best of Western Movies: Shane


Great White North: Syrian Refugee Beats Wife with Hockey Stick


Singalong Time: The Breakup Song


RadioActivity: Night Editor - Appointment With Mr. Big

Night Editor aired between 1934-1948. Hal Burdick was night editor of the New York Star.Night Editor was a radio program featuring stories about the graveyard-shift police beat reporters at fictional newspaper, the New York Star. Sponsored by Edwards Coffee, this program featured Hal Burdick as the 'night editor'. Burdick would receive readers’ requests for stories in a 'letter to the editor' format, which would he would tell on the program. Burdick played all characters in the program. The stories varied greatly and included tales of war, adventure, crime and even an occasional ghost story.

Original Air Date: Not Available


The Original Version/Double Dip: Shakin' All Over



My Favorite Version...


I Was Kaiser Bill's Batman


Australian Wine Tour


ELO Kiddies (Live)


The Original Version: Who Do You Love?

1956...


The Story Lady: Romeo And Juliet


Good Morning: Ukulele Lady


Chimporillas? Paracrows? Hugoats? Never.



Within the alphabets of the worlds populations exist all possible expressed thought; yet individual letters, of and by themselves, are null and void. Within dictionaries lie all the words known to mankind, but is there a reason to read one from cover to cover?

Alphabets and dictionaries tell no tales, convey no coherent thought, take us on no journeys, do not entertain, do not make us contemplate, and do not challenge preconceived notions.

Building blocks

However, they are the atoms, bytes, and genes of higher thought. Without them, we would be no more than beasts of the field searching for tidbits of our next meal. Sniffing under rocks and rooting under downed trees. Victims of momentary need. Casualties of sudden storm. Led by hormones.

Some say, and I would not disagree with them, that more humans than not act like those animals with nary a thought of the future. What is a plan? What is a choice? These people do not know.

Yet, humans are the ones who have protected animals. Humans house and feed animals; not the other way around. Humans take animals to veterinarians for treatment. Never does a dog take a human to the doctor and pay its owner’s bill.

Reasonable people see these as self-evident truths: Humans reason, plan, think, question, build, and test. Animals simply exist within the confines of embedded nature.

Some animals can use tools; for instance, chimps get termites out of holes using a stick. Some can communicate with humans, Koko for only one. Cats, dogs, and birds say Mama. From these few examples, connection to the human genome is inferred. “See,” they say, “Tools and language. Strictly human traits. Animals are humans.”

Differences

But there are structural differences that have been maintained through many thousands of generations of animals and humans. There are plenty who study the differences between the two, who recognize the differences, but who will jump through hoops to explain it all away because to accept the thousands of years of genetic stability in humans and animals is to reject evolution and they just cannot bring themselves to do that.



Throughout history humans have had sexual contact with animals. I don't get it and yeah, ewwww. But have you ever seen a hudog or a huchicken or a hugoat? No. For the same reason that between animal species the stable gene path does not make chimporillas or paracrows.

Planet of the Apes will never happen because the human brain is unique among all creation; that isn’t going to change, and it won’t change, and it hasn’t changed in all recorded history.  

Congratulations. You are not an animal.

You, reading this article, are not animal. You are human. You're gene sequence makes it so. Atoms and genes, building blocks of humans, are so powerful they can make billions of absolutely unique individuals. 

Of course, this article does nothing to address the fact that many people act like animals, but personally I think that is insulting to animals who have no choice in how they act.

But you’ll let me know if your cat has an opinion on this, right? (Make sure Cat signs in under its own email addy before commenting. Does Cat have its own credit card? If yes, please let Cat know to buy my books.)

To read more from Angela Durden, visit her site here.

Friday, June 23, 2017

This Just In: Muslims attack Jews in London

Young London Jews at a rave were attacked two nights in a row by young radicalized Muslims yelling Allahu Akbar while swinging a variety of sharp weapons.

Victims fought back against perps.

Riot police were dispatched. 


And mainstream media mostly writes the story as a fight at a party between "youths". 

Read full story here.

Fantasy Island v The Real World: An Illustrated Guide to MSM, Libs, and Everybody Else







Thursday, June 22, 2017

Good Morning: Gonna be 98 and sunny here today


Faith Goldy: It's Crusade O'Clock!


Hustler's sexy hijab cover exposes left's flawed logic on Islam


United Network Command for Law and Enforcement



by Angela K. Durden 

United Network Command for Law and Enforcement


united network command for law and enforcement
Did you know the credits at the end of The Man From U.N.C.L.E. state: “We wish to thank the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement for their assistance”? So they thank themselves. That’s awesome. 
Ain’t bragging if it’s fact.
I especially liked the yellow triangle badges with employee numbers on them. Mr. Waverly, their boss, was 1. Iliya was 2 and Solo was 11. Never saw an UNCLE badge with more than two numbers on it. Of course, THRUSH badges (yes, with a bird) had numbers that went into the three digits. One particularly lovely and efficient THRUSH agent was 897. She wore glasses and operated the computer.
The badge numbering makes it obvious that U.N.C.L.E. was Libertarian because they believed in small government, and nimble, gitterdun attitudes that actually solved a problem. 
Whereas THRUSH (The Technological Hierarchy for the Removal of Undesirables and the Subjugation of Humanity) was obviously Progressive (Democrat and/or RINOs) as their staff was bloated, everybody did as they were told, no creative thinking at all. And to make a decision, well, they had to run it through the computer first, then debate it, then give speeches about why THRUSH would take over and U.N.C.L.E. would die. 
THRUSH agents gave awesomely evil looks at UNCLE agents. When they looked at their compatriots, the added happy glint of evil plans coming to fruition simply made those glances even better. If looks could kill, THRUSH would’ve won every battle. Sort of like those pussy-hat wearing celebrities and their mindless followers believe.
Today, U.N.C.L.E. would love #standfirm and #persevere for that is what their expressions invoked. For them, resistance was not a state-of-being, it was a result of fighting evil, protecting the weak, defending the Constitution.
THRUSH would view hashtags #standfirm and #persevere as calls to make more inner-city ghettos, set bad guys up in business, and gut and replace the Constitution while themselves getting their hands on the money earned my citizens so they themselves could live in secure facilities and send their children to private schools under armed guard.
Oh, Solo and Iliya. We need you now.


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

TEN ELEVEN TWELVE STAR GOOD: Riding With the King (Live)


Clap for the Wolfman (Live)


The Original Version: Brand New Cadillac

1959...

Get Down Moses


It's Different For Girls


What & How & If & When & Why


Can't Stop Rockin'


"Uncle Joe" Biden's fetish?

by Angela K. Durden 

The internet abounds with pictures of "Uncle Joe" Biden standing behind a woman, putting his hands on her shoulders or other places his hands shouldn't be, and kissing her through her hair. Furthermore, he loves doing it in front of a camera in public.

I would call that a fetish.

A YouTube.com search on the phrase "Joe Biden kissing" brings up images I would prefer never to have seen. None of the females seem to be enjoying it, either. Sure, a couple of women are smiling but their hands are keeping his in check, and it's a smile of holy cow what now? Really?

Google search screenshot


Recently, Biden kissed a young black woman at a college graduation ceremony. Her twitter comment was very clear: She was not happy with it. See? Her emoji clearly states yuck on Uncle Joe.





But here is what is showing up as interpreted on social media by the DPS*. 



"Gotta love Uncle Joe!"

"When you get a kiss planted on your face through your hair you know the love is real!"

True, the love is real and it is his love for the fetish that's all about him. But the DPS* and those they have fooled have turned this man's creepy love of self — and by extension, hatred of females because he doesn't ask permission — into a political statement against President Trump.

Go ahead. In your mind's eye replace Uncle Joe's face with Trump's in each of these images. If Trump was doing that, the DPS* on social platforms and in mainstream media would be calling him a woman-hating rapist and demanding his execution forthwith.




*Democratic Progressive Socialists

#SummerSolstice: Hot Fun in the Summertime


Georgia's Handel wins by 4%. DPS, Hollywood, Ossoff stunned.

by Angela K. Durden 

After running a campaign where "Pretty Boy Jon" Ossoff said the main reason Karen "Pearls" Handel was unfit to hold office was because she spent way too much money on office chairs, the Democratic Progressive Socialist (DPS) candidate for Georgia's 6th Congressional District spent over $23 million to Republican Handel's $4.5 million.


politics.blog.ajc.com
Still Ossoff lost 52% to 48%; a 3% higher margin than when "The Hammer" beat "Hill the Pill" in the same district a mere eight months ago raising hopes of DPSes across the nation. CNN rightly called this the "most expensive House race in history." 

Before it was over, Georgia was sick of all the campaign ads on both sides. Of course, Georgia businesses were happy to have the money spent here. But was it? Sure, some, like for food and hotels maybe. But did Georgia film crews get the jobs or were these teams imported in from foreign climes? Does anybody know? Who knows?

Watching the ads, it is clear politics might not be Ossoff's strong suit. He sure was pretty in all those slick productions.  

Since "Pretty Boy Jon" has so many friends in Hollywood, maybe all the Beautiful People can get him a part in their next project. Ossoff sure is pretty. The camera loves his eyes. Why, he could play just about any role. And his ego is already big. See? A perfect fit. 


Oh, hell. What was I thinking? 


Ossoff can't move to Hollywood. And it's a good thing he didn't win, too. Since he couldn't leave her side, what would his girlfriend do had he won? 

Breaking the rules from the very beginning of the race, Ossoff didn't live in the very district he wanted to represent. He got away with that infraction by citing as his main reason that thing all Socialists claim is more important than anything: 


Caring.


Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Ossoff cared about his girlfriend to whom he was affianced and she was going to Emory and she just had to live close by the school and he just had to live with her and nobody but nobody was going to stop him from supporting her dreams and goals, no sirree.

Still, Ossoff was gracious in his loss saying, "This is not the outcome any of us were hoping for. But this is the beginning of something much bigger than us."

That quote might sound like a platitude, but it does, in fact, stay within DPS' marching orders: Keep in lockstep as one shouts the party line.

Social media is already lit up with explanations of why he lost. The best one yet? Ossoff's opponent party cheated by having the borders of the district changed to have more of their friends in it.

Rule breakers complaining about breaking rules? Folks, you can't make this stuff up.







#SummerSolstice: Summer In The City


Good Morning: #SummerSolstice


Hump Day Quickie: Stupid is bone deep.

Yes. Stupid is bone deep.

Hump Day Quickie: Trick Pony "Pour Me"


Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Slants: Protecting and Defending




Who knew an Asian-American rock band out of Oregon would be leading the fight to protect and defend the Constitution and Bill of Rights of the U.S. But they are. The Slants had their case heard by SCOTUS. They hoped to get a ruling in their favor on federally registered trademarks even if they offend.

They got what they wanted. SCOTUS said the government cannot censor any trademark just because somebody thinks it is offensive or gets offended by it. In fact, here is exactly what was said by Justice Samuel A. Alito Jr. as he expressed his opinion for the court: 

“Speech may not be banned on the ground that it expresses ideas that offend."


The Slants and the Redskins argued separately that the 1946 federal law barring trademarks on disparaging terms violates free speech under the First Amendment. The court agreed with The Slants; and though the Redskins case was thrown out last in 2016, that ruling has opened the door for the team, themselves accused of hate speech, to be able to use their trademark as they please. 


From Atlanta Journal Constitution




I applaud their fight. 

Go Slants! 

Go Redskins! 

Now I just wonder when we'll get Chief Noc-A-Homa back to Atlanta after those self-righteous do-gooders ran him out of town and took the fun out of baseball. 

After all, we finally ignored those whiners and brought back the chop.

And I bet all those liberals in the crowds at Braves games become free-speech-loving conservatives real quick when their boys are on the mound duking it out with visitors.






How To Drown out Chanting Libs

First: Buy an air horn.

Two: When this happens


Three: Put on ear protectors.

Four: Smile.

Five: Point toward angry crowd.

Six: Push the button



Monday, June 19, 2017

Goin' Mobile (Pete Townshend Demo)


The Original Version: Susie Q


Something pretty just because...MSM is so ugly.

By Angela Durden

And a Happy Monday to ya!



Socialist public schools punish victims, reward bullies

By Angela Durden

My daughter called me. Seems her son, a fifth grader, was attacked by a boy in his class. The boy had been doing stuff all year to my grandson. My grandson — who is a lot like his father, uncle, grandmother, great grandfather, and great-great grandfather — is a lover, not a fighter.

That is, he comes from a long line of peace-loving people who go out of their way to avoid conflicts chuckleheads like to chase.

But at the end of this school year the chucklehead in question was not to be avoided any longer. First he hit my grandson, then opened a pair of scissors and threw them forcefully at my grandson. 


And that, according to my grandson, is when "I pounded on him and I won."

My grand got two days in-school suspension. The principal said it was because he was fighting. (His version of the story corroborates everything my daughter told me about her conversation with the principal.)

I don't like that. But I hear about and read stories of this all the time. In public schools the victims who defend themselves get punished most. 

This is wrong. I will repeat that: That is wrong.

My grandson's parents didn't agree with his punishment either, but neither spoke up. They each told him privately he did the right thing, but then they weren't in his corner against bad policy. Frankly, I couldn't believe it and told my daughter so. 

"Nothing we can do about it," said she. 

They don't see the end result of this inaction on their part. They supported the bully over the victim whether they think so or not. They supported a socialist principal against an innocent victim. They seem to think peace at all costs is the way to go.

But the long line mentioned above that my grand comes from knows better. Each of us have made a habit of allowing chuckleheads every opportunity to walk away, but when the attack comes, we do not run and we respond definitively. Chucklehead does not come back.  

As my grandson said, "He could've killed me with those scissors, so I had to hurt him."

Damn straight, boy. 




Sunday, June 18, 2017

Dragnet Clapper Caper


The Original Version: I Almost Lost My Mind


Nashville Cats (Live)


Dang Me


Dana Fuchs Duo - Gimme Shelter (Live)


Ebony Eyes (Live)


Looks Like This Life Is Catchin' up with Me


Burn

#FathersDay - People with no kids don't know


Happy #FathersDay - The Lumberjack Song


#FathersDay - Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line

Yeah, it ain't really a Father's Day song. Sue me.


#FathersDay - Cats in the Cradle


Disagree? Okay. Disrespect? Not acceptable.


We Now Conclude Our Broadcast Day: Darkness, darkness


Saturday, June 17, 2017

That's The Way I Always Heard It Should Be


Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory


Beer vs God


Serenade


Badge


Seagull (Live)


If I Needed You


Ten Star Good: Gone


Since I Held You (Live)


Hello Darlin'


I Wonder Where You Are Tonight


Where Did Robinson Crusoe Go With Friday On Saturday Night ?


The Original Version: Once Bitten Twice Shy


Clock Strikes Ten


Ten Star Good: Annie Get Your Gun (Live)


The Things we do for Love (Live)


Progressives love job creation, but God forbid they actually make anything.

Progressives love job creation but not in the private sector. They love bloated government. They love bureaucracy. These days we call these unelected officials the Administrative State. Political appointees hold a massive amount of "screw you, your mother, and the horse you rode in on" power that is absolutely unregulated.

As USAToday reports on June 12, 2017:
But today, the laws that actually affect people and businesses are seldom written by Congress; instead they are created by administrative agencies through a process of “informal rulemaking,” a process whose chief virtue is that it’s easy for the rulers to engage in, and hard for the ruled to observe or influence.
Did you see the video of Donald "The Hammer" Trump dropping notebooks of overregulation to the floor? Oh, it was sweet. Here's the link. (The fun begins at 00:27) The President hates red tape because it destroys opportunity for job creation. It destroys opportunities to gitterdun.

That's why the infrastructure in this country is going kaput. Progressives love job creation, but God forbid they approve the actual making of anything.

Municipal water pipes? Broken.
Sewage systems? Leaking.
Bridges? Decayed.
Roads? Crumbling. 

When legislation exists so legislators and enforcers can have jobs, it's bad legislation that's bad for business. So you would think that progressives would be against bad legislation. But that is not the case. Progressives are all about power grabs.

Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

To read more from Angela Durden, 

visit her site here.

Warehouse Shopper Clubs: The New Food Nazis?

Google search screen capture

Today, this longtime Costco Club member was at her local warehouse. A Saturday at a Costco means a day full of food samples generously handed out to any and all who walk by. 

Thimblesful of pasta bean salad? Sample!
Triangles of waffles with whipped cream? Sample!
Tiny cups of coffee? Sample!
Chewy this, salty that, crunchy other? Sample!
Ice cream? Sample!

While the woman dished, she did the sales pitch. 

"This is Brio. Made with calcium-rich, organic whole milk and real wholesome ingredients. Brio has 50% less fat and 40% fewer calories. Creamy, organic whole milk. Protein. Probiotics. Omegas. And it has a lot of fiber. You can find it behind door number three."

Ice cream and fiber? Probiotics? Why, oh why do progressives have to mess with my ice cream and make it healthy? I'm getting off track. Let me get back to the point of this story.

When I arrived at the table, no others waited for their tiny scoop; that is, I was alone with the server woman. I waited for her to dish it up and by the time she finished with her sales pitch and had four paper cups with a quarter scoop and a spoon in each, parents with wide-eyed children had surrounded me. 

Two of the little ones simply jumped in and grabbed their share and took off while their Mom said nothing about breaking in line. The remaining two children stood next to me with polite restraint. 

Well, what am I? A bitchy old woman who is gonna take ice cream from polite kiddies? No, I am not. I picked up the two remaining cups and, without moving my feet, simply rotated myself at the waist, bent slightly, stretched out my arms, and handed the ice cream to the little ones.

The parents smiled. The kids almost fainted with joy and turned their attention to cups and spoons. Shoveling soon commenced and by soon I mean within one second. 


All this sounds awesome, doesn't it? A warm moment of human interaction providing the glue of polite and happy social noshing between generations and amongst strangers. 


What was not to like? I turned to the server woman and said, "Always good to see little kids enjoying ice cream. I can wait my turn."

This is when it got weird. The server's face turned hard, her body coiled in strike-readiness, her eyes went cold, her voice sent chills down my spine when she said, "These are not your children?"

Actually, how she said it was this: "These. Are. NOT. Your children?"

I replied that, indeed, they were not my children.

She said, "Well, according to Costco, I must take these samples from the children and throw them away."

The parents and I simply stared at her as we tried to figure out what in the hell she meant. But the kiddies, seeing their prize about to be taken, shoveled faster. 

The woman then proceeded to berate me and tell me it was against the rules for any member to hand food to children not their own.

She went on and on about how unsafe it was for the little kiddies. I said, "Well, looks like it's a little too late to do anything about it now." Both cups were empty. 

Oh, Angie, Angie, Angie. You should've just shut up and waited for your sample. This set the woman off and (as she is filling four new cups) she is giving me what-for and blaming it all on Costco who, she said, has trained them well to watch out for perverts trying to assault kids. 

Okay. I admit she didn't say "watch out for perverts" or "trying to assault kids" in those words exactly. But she may as well.

I'm being treated like a criminal, the parents are trying to tell the woman that I had turned to them and they had nodded acceptance of my handing their kids the treat, and frankly, with my little cup of healthy ice cream in hand, I'm not feeling the love for the product. I take my cup, push my loaded cart, and move to the next aisle. 

I hear mild laughing behind me.  The parents come up behind me and the father whispers, where his whole family can hear, "Oh, oh, oh! I'm gonna have to report you for being nice to kids!" We all got a good laugh. 

I said, "Quick, get your phone and photograph me trying to subvert minors!"

More good laughter. They then said, "We appreciate your kindness." The kids nodded, too. I said thank you. And we all went our merry way.

But I wasn't so merry. And here it is five hours later and I'm still fuming. 

If the server is correct in her understanding and this is Costco's policy, then Costco is simply doing legal CYA and they are getting their outside vendors to be the brownshirts or the Sturmabteilung, bringing in the new law of the land, namely: 



Legal CYA does not make customers happy. 

Legal CYA is even worse when translated through the mind of a woman with obvious anger issues, delusions of grandeur, and who is attempting to grab power.

Legal CYA should never come between neighbors and their ice cream. 


Google search screen capture


To read more from Angela Durden, 

visit her site here.






At The Hop

 Danny and the Juniors shot straight to the top of the charts in early 1958 with their biggest hit ever, the gold-selling "At the Hop" (penned by the songwriting team of Dave White and John Madara), though they reached the charts again with eight more singles through 1963, notably the Top 40 charters "Rock and Roll Is Here to Stay," "Dottie," and "Twistin' U.S.A." 

Danny Rapp (lead tenor), Frank Maffei (second tenor), Joe Terranova (baritone/bass), and Dave White Tricker (tenor) (aka Dave White) were four Philadelphia high school friends -- all were born in 1940 or 1941 -- who formed an atypical late-'50s rock & roll dance combo, originally calling themselves the Juvenairs. Rapp -- the group's leader -- choreographed their dance steps and invented the routines that they performed during their sets. After playing after-school gigs and local shows as a foursome for a while, they later added saxophonist Lennie Baker to the lineup. 

While still in high school in late 1957, they were working a record hop as the intermission entertainment, when a local businessman named John Madara spotted the band. Madara had an interest in rock & roll promotion and introduced them to a local songwriter and vocal coach named Artie Singer, who also ran his own label, Singular Records.

 Singer auditioned the band and liked an original song White had written that captured the energetic spirit of rock & roll. It was called "Do the Bop." However, since the term "bop" was by then already out of fashion, he suggested that the song's title needed to be changed and helped them shape it into the hit we know today: "At the Hop." Singer also shortened the name of the group from the Juvenairs to the Juniors and had them cut a demo of "At the Hop" that he took around to play for local DJs. Working with producer Leon Huff, it took 13 takes in Reco-Art Studios in Philadelphia before Singer felt he had the goods from the group.

Singer played the song for Dick Clark, whose popular music show American Bandstand was broadcast live from their hometown of Philadelphia. Clark didn't have any immediate openings on the show, but as luck would have it, Little Anthony and the Imperials canceled an appearance soon thereafter and Clark asked Danny & the Juniors to fill in as replacements. "At the Hop" proved to be an immediate success. Singular quickly issued the song as the group's first single and it became a regional hit, selling 7,000 copies in onw week in Philadelphia alone. Financially strapped, Singular Records later leased the record for 5,000 dollars to ABC Paramount. "At the Hop" proceeded to climb up the charts in December of 1957, reaching number one, where it remained for seven weeks.

Danny & the Juniors soon followed up with "Rock and Roll Is Here to Stay," another White-penned rocker, which also made the Top 20. The group toured with several of Alan Freed's traveling rock & roll shows and put two more songs into the Top 40. In the early '60s the group switched over to the Swan label and after their last song charted in 1963, Danny & the Juniors eventually parted ways.

Madara ended up running his own record store, located at 60th and Market Streets in Philly. He and White also went on to join the Spokesmen, whose minor hit "The Dawn of Correction" was an answer song to Barry McGuire's number one charter, "Eve of Destruction." White also made a solo album for Bell Records, which was released in 1971 under the name David White Tricker. Lead vocalist Danny Rapp committed suicide in 1983. Saxophonist Lennie Baker went on to be a founding member of nostalgia act Sha-Na-Na). ~ Bryan Thomas, All Music Guide