Welcome to Nikki Landry Live! I'm a Major Market (Top 5 ranked in the US) on air personality. This is my own show where it's completely interactive with YOU! If you have a request or just wanna call in and chat you can do that. I believe in true radio fun. This is where you can listen live and enjoy the elements I have on my show. You'll hear great content (current news), celebrity interviews, funny topics, such as an element called "Dick of the Day" (this is where you get to write in or phone in that one person who really made you mad today) and if they truly are a Dick for doing what they did, then they win the Dick of the Day award. I also have a show called "Country Fastball" which is hosted by baseballs' most famous players.
I have a program called "Coffee talk With Nikki" which features unedited phones calls from family/freinds and listeners. You never know what you may hear, but feel free to ease drop in! Don't forget about our "Classic Country Corner" if you love the classic country hits you'll find them here too. Be sure to check the schedule on my radio stations website. My show is currently ranked Top 4 in it's Genre on Live365...find out why people are talking about THIS show.
Enjoy the ride...because it can get bumpy at times!
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Nikki
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
I Solemnly Swear.
This is the first 6 chapters of my book. There are 22 chapters in all and are currently being edited. I couldn't wait to share my story with you, so I've released the first 6 chapters. Although the places in my book are real, the story itself is fictional. I'm an advit writer and I love to write as much as I can.
I started writing this book back in 1992. I wrote for many years following, however I put it down and did not write in it for about 17 years. I'm not sure what other writers go through, but for me, I had a hard time letting go of my characters in my book. It's amazing how you can become so attached to them as a writer and as a reader.
People often ask my why I choose to write a book, and why I choose to write about a forbidden love affair in the military no less. I guess part of the book has some truth to it, but the main character was not married in real life. Another part of the book is where Melissa (the other main character) steals her roommates' birth certificate to enlist into the Air Force. I can assure you, I never stole anyone's birth certificate to enlist into the Air Force. I enlisted on my own birth given name. The book is dedicated to "Keith..for not being afraid, when I was."
I hope you enjoy reading the first 6 chapters and if you are, when you make a purchase for it, you will receive the remaining 16 chapters free. You will have to provide me your order number and name so I can send you the remaining chapters free.
Here is a little outline of what you expect inside the whole book. Enjoy!
Melissa Bradshaw attends college and finds who she believes is her “soul mate” Captain Richard Clarrion. Her real name is Karen Sampson and she stole her roommates Birth Certificate to change her name to Melissa Bradshaw and enlists into the United States Air Force to find Captain Richard Clarrion. He is married to Susan with 2 kids. He is a well established decorated officer in the Air Force. He ends up having a forbidden affair with Melissa Bradshaw. Little does he know they have more in common than he thought. One of those things they have in common is the prosecuting Attorney Captain Miles.
One night, Richards wife Susan discovers a voice mail left by Melissa to Richard. Susan calls Richard to get up while he's a sleep in their bedroom and he mumbles the words “Melissa?” and his wife asks “What did you say honey?” he wipes his eyes and says “What?” She says “You called me Melissa” and he says “No, I said I missed ya."...
To order my book, just click to the upper left hand side on this page and you'll see it.
Until Next time,
Much Love,
Nikki
I started writing this book back in 1992. I wrote for many years following, however I put it down and did not write in it for about 17 years. I'm not sure what other writers go through, but for me, I had a hard time letting go of my characters in my book. It's amazing how you can become so attached to them as a writer and as a reader.
People often ask my why I choose to write a book, and why I choose to write about a forbidden love affair in the military no less. I guess part of the book has some truth to it, but the main character was not married in real life. Another part of the book is where Melissa (the other main character) steals her roommates' birth certificate to enlist into the Air Force. I can assure you, I never stole anyone's birth certificate to enlist into the Air Force. I enlisted on my own birth given name. The book is dedicated to "Keith..for not being afraid, when I was."
I hope you enjoy reading the first 6 chapters and if you are, when you make a purchase for it, you will receive the remaining 16 chapters free. You will have to provide me your order number and name so I can send you the remaining chapters free.
Here is a little outline of what you expect inside the whole book. Enjoy!
Melissa Bradshaw attends college and finds who she believes is her “soul mate” Captain Richard Clarrion. Her real name is Karen Sampson and she stole her roommates Birth Certificate to change her name to Melissa Bradshaw and enlists into the United States Air Force to find Captain Richard Clarrion. He is married to Susan with 2 kids. He is a well established decorated officer in the Air Force. He ends up having a forbidden affair with Melissa Bradshaw. Little does he know they have more in common than he thought. One of those things they have in common is the prosecuting Attorney Captain Miles.
One night, Richards wife Susan discovers a voice mail left by Melissa to Richard. Susan calls Richard to get up while he's a sleep in their bedroom and he mumbles the words “Melissa?” and his wife asks “What did you say honey?” he wipes his eyes and says “What?” She says “You called me Melissa” and he says “No, I said I missed ya."...
To order my book, just click to the upper left hand side on this page and you'll see it.
Until Next time,
Much Love,
Nikki
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A Day At The Improv
I wasn't sure what to write about today. So I did what ever other human would do, I asked people to throw me a subject and I would Blog about it. I asked my friends on "Facebook" to throw me the subject so the first one I got was: From: Brian Battles who asked "Who buried those Easter Island statues up to their necks?" You never know what you're going to get when you ask such an open ended question.
Considering I have no idea what Brian is talking about, this should be fun to try to Blog about. Let's see "Who buried those Easter Island statues up to their necks?" Since I have never been to Easter Island and have never seen any of their statues I figured I would "Google" Easter Island. Here's what I found in Wikipedia. "Easter Island is famous for its monumental statues, called moai (pronounced /ˈmoʊ.аɪ/), created by the Rapanui people". The statues are actually complete torsos, the figures kneeling on bent knees with their hands over their stomach. Some upright moai have become buried up to their necks by shifting soils. Sometimes I feel like I'm buried up to my neck in stuff. Can't imagine to ALWAYS having to live like that as these statues do. Thanks for your topic Brian.
Onto the next Improv question submitted by: Michele Paiva "waiting in lines, but in a good way (people often complain, but is it so bad?)"
To me waiting in line isn't always a bad thing. So many times when I'm standing in lines it gives me a chance to really do what I want to with my time. For instance, if I want time to go through in my head what I need to do for the day, I can do that and not be bothered (most of the time). Standing in line also gives me an opportunity to meet new people. Sometimes I just make a comment like "Seems like everyone is out today" normally that strikes up a conversation with the person next to me. I can honestly say, I've never made a date with anyone standing in line while I was waiting. Have you? Another thing I like to do while standing in line is people watch. Who doesn't like to people watch? It's amazing at the stuff people do in public. One time while I was standing in line, I had a little kid (about 6 years old) come right up and hit me on my leg. His mom didn't do anything about it, she just told him to get back to where she was. What would have you done if you were me? Thanks Michele for your Improv subject.
Considering I have no idea what Brian is talking about, this should be fun to try to Blog about. Let's see "Who buried those Easter Island statues up to their necks?" Since I have never been to Easter Island and have never seen any of their statues I figured I would "Google" Easter Island. Here's what I found in Wikipedia. "Easter Island is famous for its monumental statues, called moai (pronounced /ˈmoʊ.аɪ/), created by the Rapanui people". The statues are actually complete torsos, the figures kneeling on bent knees with their hands over their stomach. Some upright moai have become buried up to their necks by shifting soils. Sometimes I feel like I'm buried up to my neck in stuff. Can't imagine to ALWAYS having to live like that as these statues do. Thanks for your topic Brian.
Onto the next Improv question submitted by: Michele Paiva "waiting in lines, but in a good way (people often complain, but is it so bad?)"
To me waiting in line isn't always a bad thing. So many times when I'm standing in lines it gives me a chance to really do what I want to with my time. For instance, if I want time to go through in my head what I need to do for the day, I can do that and not be bothered (most of the time). Standing in line also gives me an opportunity to meet new people. Sometimes I just make a comment like "Seems like everyone is out today" normally that strikes up a conversation with the person next to me. I can honestly say, I've never made a date with anyone standing in line while I was waiting. Have you? Another thing I like to do while standing in line is people watch. Who doesn't like to people watch? It's amazing at the stuff people do in public. One time while I was standing in line, I had a little kid (about 6 years old) come right up and hit me on my leg. His mom didn't do anything about it, she just told him to get back to where she was. What would have you done if you were me? Thanks Michele for your Improv subject.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Murder On Music Row
Here's an article recently posted on Newsweek. Please fee free to leave your comments.
In the old days, there were many, many songs like "Banks of the Ohio," in which a man stabs his girlfriend and heads down to the river, where he "threw her in to drown, and … watched her as she floated down." (Dirty secret: folksy, gosh-darny traditional country songs have violence that would make 50 Cent blush.) Today's producers are just giving people what they want, navigating the market as best they can. It's a business, after all. Today's suburban music buyers don't labor in coal mines or cheat on their wives. Well, they don't work in coal mines, anyway. Songwriters and hit makers write about what they know, just as their forefathers did, except now what they know is driving the kids to Target in the minivan, or staying at home because they're unemployed.
I don't like country music, but I don't denigrate those who do. And for the people who do like country music, denigrate means "put down."
—Bob Newhart
In what the reactionary me considers the good old days of Nashville, Johnny Cash "shot a man in Reno just to watch him die." In 1968's "Mama Tried," Merle Haggard "turned 21 in prison doin' life without parole." George Jones once sang, "If drinkin' don't kill me, her memory will" and lived what he sang, routinely missing concerts and earning the nickname "No Show" Jones. This was the country music that country people like me listened to when I was growing up in rural Virginia.
Here's what I hear on the radio today when I'm driving my Jeep through the streets of Washington, D.C.: songs like "Watching You," which tells the gritty tale of a little boy making a mess of his McDonald's Happy Meal after his daddy hits the brakes too hard ("His fries went a-flyin' and his orange drink covered his lap"). It makes me turn bright red with shame every time it comes on, which is often, because it was Billboard's No. 1 country song of the year in 2007. The group Lonestar had a hit not too long ago with these hard-core lyrics: "There's a carrot top who can barely walk, with a sippy cup of milk." It had another big song called "Mr. Mom.
I could go on, but you can see where I'm going with this. Country music just ain't what it used to be. That might be good or bad, depending on your outlook, but it's bad. When CBS airs the 44th Annual Academy of Country Music Awards this Sunday from Las Vegas, the parade of hot bodies onstage will rival the Miss America contest. If past concert appearances are any indication, the nominees for vocalist of the year will be dressed in skintight, revealing tops, some with long, flowing blond hair and deep golden tans.
And that's just the men. Miranda and Heidi and Taylor and Carrie—all four gorgeous, all four blond, all four real names, all incredibly talented—will be vying for the top female prize. There are still some throwbacks, however. Somehow, Lee Ann Womack, also beautiful, also sometimes blond, managed to become the fifth nominee, even though she actually sings country music and is more than twice the age of 19-year-old Taylor Swift, today's Nashville "it" girl.
How did we get to this strange, alien land where there's a country-awards show that honors pop-music teeny-boppers and a lot of the songs aren't really country by even the stretchiest definition? It didn't happen overnight. Ever since the Carter Family made their famous Bristol recordings in 1927, people have been arguing about what country music is, was and should be. Traditionalists got bent out of shape in 1962 when Ray Charles recorded "Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music," which took the genre and transformed it into something more approachable for a mass audience. Now it's considered a groundbreaking classic.
Willie and Waylon ushered in a more hard-core "outlaw" country in the late '70s, but then in 1980, John Travolta rode into town on a mechanical bull in "Urban Cowboy," and traditional country music took another hit. And of course there was the great "folk scare" of the 1960s, which threatened to kill off traditional bluegrass. But the truth is, bluegrass had been around for only about 20 years at the time.
Then the 1990s brought us Garth Brooks, more commonly known as just Garth, who I originally thought was all hat and no cattle, surely the final nail in the honky-tonk coffin. His pop-sounding megahits and his wacky flying over arena stages on a wire in his way-too-tight Wranglers made my skin crawl. Almost two decades later, and by today's Rascal Flatts-ian standards, I consider him almost a modern-day Hank Williams.
It hasn't been a straightforward march toward bubblegum pop, though. Over the years, the so-called neotraditionalists have had their moments: singers like John Anderson, bluegrass crossover Ricky Skaggs and the Honky-Tonk Man, Dwight Yoakam, managed to sell millions of records. [Editor's note: Records are big, flat, round things made out of vinyl that you used to put on something called a "record player," and music came out when you put a needle on it. Seriously, ask your dad.] In 2000, the soundtrack for the Coen Brothers movie "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" was a runaway hit, won a Grammy and went to No. 1. It's sold more than 7 million copies since, and has brought late-in-life fame to the most traditional of mountain-music artists, Virginia's Ralph Stanley.
As the years have passed, I've learned to relax about the changes in the music I love. I'm past the anger and denial, and fully in the acceptance stage. I could never in my lifetime listen to all the traditional country recordings that already exist, so who cares if only a handful of alt-country types are still at it? Besides, I knew my habit of mindlessly clinging to the past was finally licked last year when even Merle Haggard, he of the late-1960s anti-hippie anthem "Okie From Muskogee," wrote a campaign song for Hillary Clinton: "Let's Put a Woman in Charge." Uncle! Uncle!
In the old days, there were many, many songs like "Banks of the Ohio," in which a man stabs his girlfriend and heads down to the river, where he "threw her in to drown, and … watched her as she floated down." (Dirty secret: folksy, gosh-darny traditional country songs have violence that would make 50 Cent blush.) Today's producers are just giving people what they want, navigating the market as best they can. It's a business, after all. Today's suburban music buyers don't labor in coal mines or cheat on their wives. Well, they don't work in coal mines, anyway. Songwriters and hit makers write about what they know, just as their forefathers did, except now what they know is driving the kids to Target in the minivan, or staying at home because they're unemployed.
So maybe country sounds and lyrics veering a little toward spit-polished pop music aren't a sign of the end of the world, but something gritty and real has been lost. They borrow the vernacular of country music, the genuineness and masculinity of that hard-knock life, but they morph it into something that's barely recognizable. The rough edges and authenticity have been sanded off. As the great songwriter Larry Cordle wrote about this very subject in his hit "Murder on Music Row," "They said no one would buy them old drinkin' and cheatin' songs. Well, there ain't no justice in it, and the hard facts are cold."
I couldn't agree more. But to put it in terms Lonestar might understand, at some point, we all have to put on our big-boy pants and move on. The traditional stuff is still out there, if you take the time to look. How can you blame Nashville? Even a legend like George Jones, 77, the man Frank Sinatra allegedly called "the second-best singer in America," played to an arena that was three-quarters empty last week in the Virginia suburbs. The voice that gave us arguably the greatest country song of all time, "He Stopped Loving Her Today," went on gallantly with the show. In the so-called good old days, he might not have shown up at all.
© 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Twitter Me Tuesday!
Okay, So I joined Twitter yesterday. I have no idea what it is all about and how it's different/better than Facebook. I have to admit though, I was skeptical about Facebook in the beginning because I had Myspace. Now, I am addicted to Facebook.
So, if you can explain to me why in the World I need Twitter, please do so. I don't understand the whole following thing and how it works in there. If you get a chance, "follow me". I've chosen a few people to "follow" but really I don't know who they are or why I even chose to follow them, I guess they had big important names like CNN.
Okay, let's Twitter and then we'll head over to Facebook and back to Myspace and find out what everyone is doing, because afterall we REALLY do care.
Until Next Time,
Much Love,
Nikki
PS. Not sure how to find my "Twitter" address but my last name is Landry.
So, if you can explain to me why in the World I need Twitter, please do so. I don't understand the whole following thing and how it works in there. If you get a chance, "follow me". I've chosen a few people to "follow" but really I don't know who they are or why I even chose to follow them, I guess they had big important names like CNN.
Okay, let's Twitter and then we'll head over to Facebook and back to Myspace and find out what everyone is doing, because afterall we REALLY do care.
Until Next Time,
Much Love,
Nikki
PS. Not sure how to find my "Twitter" address but my last name is Landry.
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