WDTW-FM (106.7 FM, "106.7 The D") is an American classic rock formatted radio station in Detroit, Michigan. The station is owned by Clear Channel Communications. WDTW-FM is licensed for HD Radio operations; its secondary channel carries Clear Channel's "Alternative Project" format, which features modern rock music. WDTW transmits its signal from an antenna atop the Cadillac Tower in downtown Detroit. WDTW broadcasts free of most interference due to any neighboring channels on this frequency are at least 100 miles away. WDTW can be heard in all of the northern suburbs of Detroit, and north into Genesee and Lapeer Counties. The studios and offices of WDTW are located in Farmington Hills, Michigan at the intersection of 12 Mile and Halstead Rd.
The station began operations on October 16, 1960, as WDTM, airing classical and jazz music, like many other FMs of the time. Gordon McLendon purchased the station in 1966, changed the call letters to WWWW ("W4"), and installed a beautiful music format.
Roberto Agustín Miguel Santiago Samuel Trujillo Veracruz, (born October 23, 1964) is an American bassist who currently plays bass in Metallica. He has also played in Suicidal Tendencies, Infectious Grooves, Black Label Society, and with Jerry Cantrell and Ozzy Osbourne.
Robert Trujillo was born in Santa Monica, California.
He was a member of Ozzy Osbourne's band for a number of years starting in the late 90s. Trujillo was the subject of controversy for re-recording Bob Daisley's bass tracks for reissued versions of Osbourne's albums Blizzard of Ozz and Diary of a Madman because of Daisley's claim of not receiving proper royalties.[citation needed] During this time, Trujillo formed an experimental supergroup, Mass Mental, with then Dub War singer Benji Webbe, whose "ragga-punk-metal" outfit had just disbanded. The band released one studio album (exclusively in Japan) and one live album of their performance in Tokyo before disbanding. Zakk Wylde, a personal friend and bandmate from the Ozzy days, also recruited him to play with Black Label Society for a few shows.
Joseph Mulrey "Joey" McIntyre (born December 31, 1972) is an American singer-songwriter and actor. He is best known as the youngest member of the group, New Kids on the Block.
McIntyre was born in Needham, Massachusetts, the son of Thomas, a union official, and Katherine, a community theater actress. McIntyre is the youngest of nine children, (Judy, Alice, Susan, Tricia, Carol, Jean, Kate, Tommy, and Joe) in an Irish-American Catholic family. He shares the same birthday as his sister Carol. One of his sisters, Judith McIntyre, is an actress.
Just before his 13th birthday, he joined New Kids on the Block, replacing Jamie Kelly. Since the other four members of the group were already long-time school friends, he initially found it difficult to mesh with the group. The New Kids on the Block became one of the most successful boy bands to date, producing two number one albums on the US Billboard charts. In 1991, Forbes listed the band as the highest-earning entertainers, beating Madonna and Michael Jackson. The band eventually disbanded in 1994. After the band broke up, he fell in to a stupor. He locked himself in a hotel room for three months eating nothing but ramen noodles.
Philip Stephen Hendrie (born September 1, 1952) is an American radio personality and voice actor.
He is best known as the host of The Phil Hendrie Show, a comedy talk radio program that is syndicated throughout North America on Talk Radio Network. The Phil Hendrie Show has become renowned for its unique and controversial guests (actually fictional characters created and voiced by Hendrie himself).
Hendrie moved from Minneapolis, Minnesota to Miami, Florida where he further developed his show. The show then moved to KFI in Los Angeles, California and was nationally syndicated to approximately 100 radio stations. Hendrie was married in 1997 to radio talk show host Maria Sanchez. Their wedding was held at the Queen Mary and was broadcast live on KFI. In February 2005, Hendrie was moved from his flagship station, KFI, to XTRA Sports 570 AM, a sports talk radio station also based in Los Angeles.
In early 2006, Hendrie, despite a new contract from XM satellite radio, announced that he felt he had reached the limits of what he could do in “terrestrial talk radio” and expressing a desire to shift his career focus toward acting. On June 4, 2007, it was announced that Phil Hendrie would return to radio June 25, 2007 from 10 PM to 1 AM PST on The Dream Radio Network, with shows airing weeknightly. The new incarnation of Hendrie’s program is a combination of character voices from his old show and lighthearted political commentary.
Finestre aperte per il caldo che non fa dormire
Umore in scatola e miele, faccio colazione
Mi perdo tra le note di una melodia d'amore
E il tuo sapore
Lo sguardo pronto, il cuore mobile
L'orgoglio poco disponibile
A darla vinta a te
Renderti facile
Rivendicarti ancora in un'ora
Mare, mare, mare
Qualcuno da lassù saprà ascoltare
Mare, mare, mare
Ti spiego una parola, due non lo so fare
La nostra fine non fu niente di speciale
Rispetto al fatto che poi tutto sa passare
Ma mi perseguitano queste tre parole:
Ti Voglio Male
Guardare la Sicilia al riverbero del sole
L'estate amplifica l'effetto forte di un dolore
L'odore misto di salsedine e il tuo colore
Parlan per ore
La rabbia attenta il passo debole
La mia allegria non può convincere
Il viso bianco e
L'umore fragile
Mentre impetuoso lasciami star male
Mare, mare, mare
Qualcuno da lassù saprà ascoltare
Mare, mare, mare
Ti spiego una parola, due non lo so fare
La nostra fine non fu niente di speciale
Rispetto al fatto che poi tutto sa passare
Ma mi perseguitano queste tre parole:
Ti Voglio Male
Finestre aperte non è il caldo che non fa dormire
L'umore è quello, sempre quello, ora non può cambiare
Ora mi perdo però poi se mi vorrai trovare
Sai dove andare
La nostra fine non fu niente di speciale
Rispetto al fatto che poi tutto sa passare
Ma mi perseguitano queste tre parole:
Ti Voglio Male
Mare, mare, mare
All I knew all I realize
A scornful look,
That seemed like respect,
What I care
All the bad memories.
What I felt
Only the negative signs
All I realize
Was the bitter end
Never again sirens of madness
Separate falsehood, from the truth,
Seems so hard, to find the right answers.
Broken dreams,
Tears without a meaning, faces with false
Laughter. No place to hide, too cold inside...
Broken dreams,
Tears without a meaning, faces with false
It gave me chills the first time
That I saw that nigga since he shot LaGhram
They had him locked down, he got his weight up
And now he swears he's the fuckin' man
No remorse, that niggas cold
He's runnin' shit now or so I'm told
Word up the devil done stole his soul in fact
I heard he sold it long ago
No doubt to break out, from the ghetto
That be making fiends out of moms
Car alarms, packin' heat when the beef is on
Word is bond, son, in this triteness it's all the same
Watch your back it's a god damn shame, who's fakin' jax
Your best friend will sell you out and no doubt
He's makin' a name, he'd die for the fame
I don't want much I just want everything, die for the fame.
'Some get a little, and some get none
Some catch a bad one' yo, that was my anthem
17 long hard years of blood tears
Nigga you were never there, nigga you would never care
Fuck the word 'cause the world fucked me
You could take me outta' hard times
But you can't hard times outta' me
Run your shit, bitch, we was tight
But now I look out for myself, only for myself
I'm a changed man with a changed game plan
Hung out together, grew up, you was my main man
But shit's just not the same, I'm in it for the fame
Childhood nightmare scenes that souped his head up
His broken heart and broken dreams got him mad fed up
The pain done got his eyes, he cried for the first time
Since his mother died when he was 5
Sinkin' his sorrows in Jack D and Old E
Just then he wasn't glad he reminded himself of his daddy
Who made the pipe his wife and hit it every night
His tears were thick, his thoughts were mad hectic
He's not pretending, he's thinking of ending
The reminiscing over hard times and hard luck
Nobody gave a fuck again the agony struck
This ones for the family
[Incomprehensible]
For the dynasty, a million
[Incomprehensible]
Check it out, yo
Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood 'til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs you know bleek
Squeeze hammers t'il they nail me, fuck what niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubber-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like furniture
Pop up with the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero M Bleek R O C dot com
This philly cat back at it
Still throwin' crack at it
Still fuckin' with them crack-atics
Still bust 'em with them black matics
It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You tryin' to get my ass at it
They say I think ass backwards
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all mathematics
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, I wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price
It gets that nice, when you live that live
Papi knows yours name
And you ditched that wife
Nigga it's gets stacked green nigga
It gets stacked chain nigga
I get forty G's a feature now
Hold Franklin's like a Aretha now
In the SL two seater now
And I'm in nuthin' but diamonds
I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
I fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars
I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank money
I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of with the rent money
Movin' on up, two in the sauna
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
Give me an inch so I can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin' ta come up, gotta wait a while
As of now, Amil-lion just played ya style, you dealin' with, nigga
The, the roc, the the, the roc
(Let me talk to y'all niggas real quick)
The, the roc, uh uh, the roc
Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing
Y'all thinkin' Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' more like "ming
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild, plus they all like things
And I'm havin' a child, which is more frighting
But y'all about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big benzsesses
Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is
An office don't pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of event this is
I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is
Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil
This is much more than rap, it's black entrepreneur
Clothin', movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's what
Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut what
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc
It's the, the roc, the the roc
You rollin' with the roc
Dynasty niggas, that's right like no other
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc [Incomprehensible]
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Driving on my way home
Listen to my stereo
Make’s me want to scream
Prepubescent little girls
At the shows in miniskirts
Ruinin’ the airwaves
Everywhere I look
The world is going down
Hypocrites took over leaving ashes on the ground
Let’s go
HEY! [x11]
And now I’m hanging out at home
Listening to my stereo
Feeling happy and free
Pantera, Judas Priest, Black Label Society
Makes me wanna raise some hell
Everywhere I look
The world is going down
Hypocrites took over leaving ashes on the ground
Let’s go
Hey! [x11]
ALRIGHT!