Andre’ Eggelletion:
Ce qui n'est pas à l'amour?
Il est un auteur accompli, conférencier, maître communicateur, penseur, entrepreneur, économiste, théologien, un grand conteur, de plein air, chanteur, guitariste, compositeur, beau, et drôle comme l'enfer. Si être «intéressant» était un sport olympique cet homme de génie / renaissance aurait tout l'or.
Un succès d'audience prouvé:
Andre comprend comment profiter notes. La façon intelligente et persistante es images de ses stations, et la manière habile, il taquine le public à travers chaque pause, est absolument magistrale. Ils ne peuvent pas attendre de voir ce que cette ruse ol 'fou bourreau dira prochaine.
Il brûle les téléphones:
André donne un nouveau sens au mot «radiodiffusion» parce que c'est exactement ce qu'il fait; jette un large filet psychologique servir des commentaires avec un style et un enfer d'un lot de substance. Il a un appel étrange à pratiquement tout le monde dans le 25 plus demographic. Tout le monde se sent invité à la fête car, comme il le dit, "Vous opinion est aussi bonne que la mienne ... zut près."
Lee Michaels, former national program director says “the man gets more phone calls than anyone I’ve ever seen. En fait, while filling in for Joe Madison on WOL and XM he got 102 calls on the air from listeners in a 4 spectacle heures du matin. Il n'a jamais eu sous 60 calls per show for the entire week that Joe was away. Je pense que ça veut tout dire. "
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Septembre 20, 2012 à 6:59 h
Hello Andre,
I thought I would submit a poem I wrote some years ago. I would like for you to read it on the air, in hopes that someone will hear it, think about it, and decide to try to stop all the violence. Merci!
THE PARTY POOPER
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Brothers raise your fists!
All methods of gettin’ high must cease and desist.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
Partying up a breeze is not where it’s at
Now is the time to get serious.
Look around—check out the stats
More and more people are delirious.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
Drugs have destroyed most of their senses
Actin’ all crazy their nerves up in tenses.
Families fallin’ apart can’t trust you
As far as they can throw you
Get it together—get a clue.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
Genocide was designed to wipe out our races
Cause Forties are only sold in certain places.
That white powder and hard rock
That you think is so good…
Is kilin’ you and making you hock
Things you stole from the hood.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
The young and the old give drugs the lead
Makes you wonder why the slaves were freed;
Cause you’re still bound and shackled using drugs
That’s how neighborhoods turn out thugs.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
A wake up call is now in demand
Before we find ourselves back
In slavery chained hand-to-hand.
What goes around, comes around
Don’t get derailed—get back on track!
This is a scoop from the party poop!
A Civil War could break out through the nigh’
But the warriors would be few
Cause they’re out killin’ each other and gettin’ high.
What else can you do? Get a grip and renew!
Clean up your seed, form a new generation
Cause it is badly in need.
This was a scoop from the party poop!
Published by Gurlfren’ Ink
Detroit, MI