The Last DJ
When the voice of a people dies, what do the people say? And who will say it?
The Last DJ
Well you can't turn him into a company man
You can't turn him into a whore
And the boys upstairs just don't understand anymore
Well the top brass don't like him talking so much,
And he won't play what they say to play
And he don't want to change what don't need to change
There goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say, hey hey hey?
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
Well some folks say they're gonna hang him so high
'Cause you just can't do what he did
There are some things you just can't put in the minds of those kids
As we celebrate mediocrity all the boys upstairs want to see
How much you'll pay for what you used to get for free
There goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say, hey hey hey?
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJ
Well he got him a station down in Mexico
And sometimes it'll kind of come in
And I'll bust a move and remember how it was back then
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say, hey hey hey?
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice.
And there goes the last DJ
A piece of my soul just died. Jim Ladd didn’t know Ric Leczel. Ric Leczel didn’t know Jim Ladd. But he knew me and I knew him. Jim talked to ME. Jim molded millions of musical moppets like me and then hijacked the train to Music Town. Talk about survivor syndrome. His musical madness made us crazy. His musical mentorship made us coherent. His musical harmony made us chuffed.
Our confabulation of our catechumen was curated by our craftsman, late at night and altered by additives. Jim Ladd was the Maestro of Mental. He he mixed the mortar of musicality. His bricks of rock-talk built the house of shock-jock.
He crashed into walls but always landed back on the tracks. He laid down the law as he broke every rule. He regulated the records and freed the mind. He castrated corporate cuckolds while lusciously lauding Led Zep. He preached our principles.
Jim Ladd built into me a lifelong resistance to authority and a fierce belief in freedom. His battles were for control of the airwaves - the internet of the day. Like-minded souls plugged in and tuned out. Jim Ladd took us on unimaginable adventures beyond the dungeons of daily drudgery.
He created kaleidoscopes of consciousness and provided a pathway to purpose. He never faltered but always altered. He blazed a trail, that if followed, cannot fail. Jim Ladd put forth his vison of music. And we are all still singing along.
Here are a couple of posts talking about Freedom of Choice. This whole project is inspired by the Spirit of Jim Ladd.
If you like Jim Ladd - and if you subscribe off this post - I will love you forever. See how that works? You are the bricks in the foundation. Here is a chance to pay the bricklayer. Your financial support is a source of eternal gratitude. Thank You.
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