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happy birthday, casey kasem

happy birthday, casey kasem.  you were born on this day in 1932, and the world just wouldn't be the same without you.  i mean, whole generations of kids would have grown up without the perfect voice for shaggy rogers from scooby doo.  without shaggy's pre-gen x apathy, where would we be?  but more importantly, where would any of us be without america's top 40?  i mean, the sweet vocal stylings of casey kasem saying, "we're counting down to the number one song in america," is something that can't really be described by mere language.  i spent many a sunday night in the mid-90's, next to my boombox, with my index finger poised on the pause button, ready to record "ice ice baby" on cassette, as soon as casey introduced in his signature way.  so happy birthday, casey kasem.  thanks for the memories.  keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. 

Comments

monica said…
awesome. who was it, you or joe that could do the whole ice ice baby song? that is so classic.
greg milinovich said…
pretty sure we both knew it all. as well as all the words to almost every kris kross rap. and a ton of christian rap, too.
Kerri Smith said…
Zoinks!

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