I want to say something. But I don’t know what to say. I want to do something. But I don’t know what to do. I want to leverage what privilege I have. But I don’t know how. And, truth be told, in all this good intention the end result doesn’t amount to a hill of beans. For, being a white person of privilege who appears male. My voice is not one to be heard in this time and place. I should be silent. I should yield. Not self indulge in my precious feelings of gold. Yet here I indulge again. Here I feel a righteous anger that I should have known all along. I shall not forage the path ahead. That is for others. For I cannot comprehend a path when all I have taken all I have known. Lead to the very same place. The podium of an out of touch silver tongued politician bent on the law of obstruction. That is not a path to take. So shut up now. Take a seat. Listen and listen well to those in the know.
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Help Wanted
In this episode Nicolas sends out the call for FSRideAlong Co-Hosts in an effort to try a panel show format again (more at the end of the description). Nicolas also poses the question AMD or Intel for flight sim?
Would you like to be a co-host on the show? Here are the details:
Looking for dedicated flight simmers to co-host monthly flight sim audio podcast. Must be available once a month to record and do pre-production work. Position is a volunteer position. Video, audio, hardware experience a plus. Email nicnacjak@gmail.com for more information.
Don’t forget, Mike of zerosideslip.com is offering a special discount for FSRideAlong listeners. If your interested go to zerosideslip.com to book a training session and be sure to mention the promo code “FSRIDEALONG.” The code is valid till May 31st, 2020.
SE 12 Ep 14 The Search For Music
The Search For Music
In this episode I talk about the search for bumper music for my new radio show The Big Idea. I also delve into local politics and the fact that I may end up working on passing a local ordinance. Finely I talk radio production and what I learned from doing the show.
More on my search for music below
Contact Me (nicnacjak@gmail.com)
One of the things involved with creating a radio show or podcast is augmenting the show with music. I can’t stress enough how important this element of production is. With that said, I have a new radio show: The Big Idea which needs bumper music. I am searching for someone who can write and record two songs for the show. I’ve scribbled out some potential lyrics below if anyone wants to help me out. Due to budget restrictions. I can’t offer to pay. However, this might be great exposure for songwriters looking to get their name out there.
Norcal
Norcal is my home
Been here for years
The two lane roads
Lined with tacks and fears
We’ve got to do better
Our future is at stake
We can’t clean it up with a rake
We are too big
For our own sake
The people come
From north to south
Where do they go?
Oh where to they go?
We’ve got to do better
Our future is at stake
We can’t clean it up with a rake
So speak out loud
Let your voice heard
For fear of drought
For farms too
Oh what can we do?
Oh what can we do?
We’ve got to do better
Our future is at stake
We can’t clean it up with a rake
The phoenix will rise
Will rise again
But we must plan
With green growth
We’ve got to do better
Our future is at stake
We can’t clean it up with a rake
So Norcal
Future is now
Got no time to stall
Our future is at stake
Our future is at stake
No we can’t clean it up with a rake
We’ve got to do better
We’ve got to do better
Our future is at stake
The End
The end is nigh
It’s time to go
But what a show
What a show
Revolution’s here
In our yard
Got to think
Yes think so hard
It’s in your mind
The truth is plane
So don’t go insane
No don’t go insane
The future is in your brain
To Be Free
A slave to the system
We ride down the track
Never to look back
We’re so damn busy
Raiding the rail
We forget to throw switch
But imagine for a moment
What good there could be
Imagine for a moment
To Be Free
We’re fighting for our lives
To live another day
Just work for the dream
But you know that
When you’re dreaming
You must be
Asleep
But imagine for a moment
What good there could be
Imagine for a moment
To Be Free
Yes we’re fighting for our lives
But living not a day
The dream a day away
But you know that
When you’re dreaming
You must be
Asleep
But imagine for a moment
What good there could be
Imagine for a moment
To Be Free
Imagine for a moment
To Be Free
Do Something
Lyrics By Nicolas Jackson
Record and sell as you see fit
Do Something
People on the streets are so god damn old
Be prim and be proper do what you’re told
But the times are a changin
There’s new thoughts to behold
So do something do something
For god sakes do something
Get up off your ass and do what you’re told
The old thoughts are killing it all
Not a thought to think
Grow up
Get married
Get a job
Get old
Do something do something
For god sakes do something
Get up off your ass and do what you’re told
Trump or Clinton
It’s a choice so old
There’s just no thinking
Dogmatic they scold
Do something do something
For god sakes do something
Get up off your ass and do what you’re told
They always say there’s a future to behold
There’s nothing there
It’s death en masse
So tell them
Please tell them
Before we get old
I’m cold and I’m hungry
And it’s getting old
There’s no future
Is what I behold
So do something do something
For god sakes do something
Make it somehow matter
Before you get old
But they say
Do something do something
For god sakes do something
Get up off your ass and do what you’re told
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Let Me Out
I’m abnormal maladaptive and all of that shit
I can honestly barely hold it in
Long night and days alone with a cat
Is this really where it’s all at?
I can’t plan to get out
There is no way
Debt collector make of sure
At the ass end of capitol with no gain
Social Security is a pain
My fate lies in bureaucracy hands
Until then there is no plan
My biggest fear is the repoman
Militant cops.
Yes they are next.
Carry me away.
Don’t give me pay.
Just lock me away
Society’s bane
I awfully good at that bachelor thing
Beg for money and all of that shit.
I want to learn more. I want to get out.
But the debt collector keeps me out
I am no good at the adult game
Life is just passing me by
But yet I still make my battle cry heard.
Damn it you can’t lock me out
The wars on the streets they battle and rage
But the bus won’t let out
Is this really the world that we’ve won?
Frankly I could do without.
Damn it let me out
Damn you god damn fuckers let me out!
