Monday, October 29, 2012

What Halloween Candy You Hand Out Says About You!

What is your favorite Halloween Candy to hand out to the kids? Chocolate? Candy without chocolate? Full size candy bars? Well, your favorite candy to pass out, according to Gawker, reveals more about your personality than you think!
#1.) Fun-Sized Candy Bars. Basically, it means you’re normal. You care about the tradition of Halloween, but not TOO much. And you know it’s what most kids WANT. #2.) Candy That Doesn’t Have Chocolate. Gawker says if you give out things like Skittles, Sweet Tarts, or Starburst, it means you care about Halloween, but you want to be DIFFERENT. #3.) Candy Corn. The last time kids were EXCITED to get candy corn was sometime between 1950 and 1960. So if you give it out now, it means you’re either out of touch, or trying to recreate your own childhood. #4.) Tootsie Rolls. You could make the same argument here, but according to Gawker, Tootsie Rolls are one of the BEST things to give out. They say Tootsie Rolls make you come across as simple, but classic. #5.) Lollipops. It means you’re not into Halloween, and might even leave your porch light off. But you want to have something in case kids knock on your door anyway. $6.) Full-Sized Candy Bars. It means one of two things: You’re either trying to impress your neighbors. Or you’re so emotionally scarred that you desperately need the approval of nine-year olds.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Rodney Atkins Battles A 7 Foot Bull Shark

Rodney Atkins Battles A 7 Foot Bull Shark
August 9, 2012 6:58 PM

There were gunshots and blood as Rodney Atkins and his son Elijah had a frightening encounter with a 7-foot bull shark, a known maneater, at night off the Florida coast. Rodney tells his adrenaline-fueled story to Y108′s Jimmy and Monty.

Rodney and Elijah joined a guide on a nighttime fishing expedition in the Gulf of Mexico in late spring of this year. At the most, father and son hoped to catch a yard-long fish.

“We were fishing maybe 200 yards from the shore”, remembers Rodney, “and we caught a 7 and a half foot, 400 pound bull shark.”

“I wound up fighting this thing for about two hours.” When the giant predator finally surfaced into the beam of a search light? “Crazy, it was crazy.” Rodney admits.“It was bigger than Shaquille O’Neal, man, it was a monster.”

Rodney found it hard to keep his cool. “The guide’s talking about how, y’know, ‘This is a killer shark, this is a real man-eating shark’… ‘Oh, my God’ and he pulls out a .22 pistol and starts firing, and blood squirtin’ up in the water, I’m goin’ ‘Oh, my God, what are we doin’ here?’”

no trophy from their epic struggle.“It was a trip, but I’ll never forget it, and I don’t think Elijah will.”

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Keith Urban Tells How Nichole Shuts Him Up!

After years as a country music megastar in the US who was wedged under the radar back home in Australia, Keith Urban finally hit fame — as Nicole Kidman’s husband. But now, after the massive first series of The Voice, he’s a household name in his own right. Angus Fontaine hears of the rocky past and blissful present of the man who charmed millions.

For many, Keith Urban only existed until recently as an Australian cowboy in an American setting. We saw his career rise — Grammy awards, chart records, millions-selling albums, mega-shows. We heard of his slide — addiction, rehab, broken engagements, too many hair and wardrobe disasters to mention. But we watched it all from afar and somehow never quite bought into it. The Keith Urban myth seemed just that: a horse opera, equal parts chalk and soap for saps in the US of A.

But that was before The Voice, the ratings-juggernaut talent quest that beamed 44-year-old Urban into over two million Australian households twice a week and, in three sensational months, transformed the dude once taunted as “Nicole Kidman’s handbag” into the most watched and admired country gent in the country.

“The best thing about it has been the chance for people in Australia to get to know me,” says Urban, in the amiable purr that’s won him so many hearts. “My music doesn’t really get played here despite it having a lot of appeal elsewhere, so I’ve found myself without an outlet for my songs because of various narrow stereotypes and perceptions about me. That’s been a challenge. But The Voice has offered an opportunity to connect in a different way and I hope now people check out the gigs because that’s the real show for me… and it ain’t played on a planet of 10-gallon hats.”

Today, Urban has arrived sans hat but with a herd that includes a PA, a stylist, a publicist, a nanny… oh, and a daughter. Toddling in her dad’s wake, Faith Margaret Kidman Urban, 18 months, has her own entourage: a giraffe named Sophie who, to my eyes at least, is the spitting image of Faith’s tall, pale and auburn movie-star mother. Urban slopes in and, leading Faith by the hand, unaffectedly introduces her and himself to everyone in attendance. He looks a model dad, gleaming, doting and cheerful, all winged hair tips and stubble that catches the light, a lithe, relaxed, tanned 5’10’’ figure in T-shirt and jeans.

Urban is happy and it shows, but in truth he has his wife to thank for The Voice. “I wasn’t sure I had the time, May through to July is summer in the US and prime touring time. Nor had I got big into the whole Voice concept,” he admits. “But Nic had been watching the overseas versions and loving them, so when the offer came for an Australian version it was her who said: ‘I think this might be a good thing for you.’”

What particularly appealed to Urban when he signed on was the mentoring. “I always wish I’d had more mentors, better mentors, wiser mentors, people who were proper professional working musicians to guide me as I was coming up.” His voice drops to a whisper and he leans in to lock eyes. “Trust is such a valuable commodity in this business — I’m still incredibly wary of many things and many people. That’s why I thought if I can offer tiny yet crucial bits of advice and guidance or direction on how to dodge the bullets I danced with, it could make all the difference.”

Some of those bullets, it turns out, came courtesy of “shine-blockers” — Urban’s term for people with negative energy. They screwed him up and left traces of themselves that gnaw at him to this day. “I shine-block myself all the time,” he shrugs, with typical honesty. “Negativity and doubt are always creeping into my life and having to be kept at bay. Thankfully, Nic is great at calling me on it, and our marriage is at the stage where she doesn’t have to say anything. I hear myself prattling on with negative crap and her loaded silence shuts me up.”

In person, Urban is laconic as they come and as courteous and sincere as he was on The Voice, but he guards his family fiercely, not having forgotten being forced to ditch his bike after a zealous paparazzo pursuit in Sydney in 2007. “We try to keep a sense of privacy around us, while acknowledging that Nic and I both inhabit very public professions,” he says, watching Faith scamper after Sophie amid the studio’s lights, cameras and computers. “Being a husband and a father is a horrendous responsibility but it’s a beautiful opportunity as well. I’m always balancing the need to encourage the girls’ freedom and not impose on their own journey with that primal need of the father and husband to protect and guide them every step of the way.”

Be that as it may, Urban has brought his own “protection” to today’s photo shoot. Two guitars sit on the studio floor as if lying in state, casket lids open, coolly observing their master at work. One is the black-skinned Eric Clapton signature axe I’ve seen Urban shredding all over the web — in dewy music videos, on concert stages with everyone from Alicia Keys to Russell Crowe to six-year-old kids, strummed lo-fi at busking gigs at New York’s Penn St Station and Sydney’s Pitt Street Mall and thrashed at Hendrix-hurricane-force on “Urbanised” country classics like ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’.

Read the full article in GQ's August.September 2012 issue, on sale Monday 23rd July.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Is One of Garth's Daughter's Getting Into the Music Biz?

Garth Brooks is plotting a return to the concert trail in two years when his youngest daughter Allie graduates from high school — but there’s also a chance Allie could be joining her dad on the road at some point.
According to the Vancouver Sun, Allie is the only one of Garth’s three children interested in pursuing a music career, and she’s got the goods to back it up.
“She starts playing and singing, I have to get up and leave because I spent my whole life crying,” Garth says of his emotional response to Allie’s voice.
Garth says he isn’t trying to talk her out of pursuing music as a career either, so stay tuned to see if Allie Brooks makes her mark in the country world in the next few years. Meanwhile, Garth has a weekend full of shows lined up at the Wynn Las Vegas resort.
Copyright 2012 ABC News Radio
(by the way that's me in the photo with Garth and my son Dylan:)