Monday, July 19, 2010


The first finished product was ready for preview by the actors and executives over at Ballbusting Boys Buffalo.

Alex looked over at Jimmy. “From what I know of this project, I am not sure if the old title Zach the Cheater will be enough to cover the wider concept.”

Zach, sitting in the corner chair, looked up, “I don’t think it is enough for my ego.”

Alex smiled, “Thanks, Zach.” Looking at Jimmy, he continued, “Anyway, do you have a new title or a working title?”


“What is it?”

Zach the Man.”

Somewhat surprised, Alex repeated, “Zach the Man?”

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Hey all!

I hope you are enjoying the musical journey unfolding in "Music School." Do not worry, there will be more ballbusting amid the music.

Every five posts, I shall post a discography. The music selected is primarily from the catalogue of my favorite rock 'n roll record producer, Phil Spector.

The Conception

The record Jimmy was listening to was:
You Came, You Saw, You Conquered! The Ronettes (1969)

Jimmy and Alex Meet….Per Chance

The record on the radio was:
Uptown The Crystals (1962)

Pianos and Pink Briefs

The record Sally was referring to:
Lord, If You’re a Woman Darlene Love (Released 1977)

A New Beginning at a New Studio
The record which would have described Sally’s feelings for Alex:
Born to be Together The Ronettes (1965)

Zach, Sammy and a Swollen Sack

The record played at the beginning of the story:
It’s Too Late to Say You’re Sorry Darlene Love

The record on which the hook was based:
Run, Run, Runaway Darlene Love (Album Release from 1976)

Sandy’s two records:
He’s a Doll The Honeys (1964)
Walking in the Rain The Ronettes (1964)

The song on the radio in the kitchen:
Spanish Harlem Ben E. King (1961)

I hope you enjoy the tunes! JD

Thursday, July 8, 2010


The fake diamonds reflected around the “Andrews, Murdock and Silverstein” sign hanging proudly in the Lobby.

Bobby looked up from his magazine, “What the hell takes lawyers so long? Why couldn’t we go in?”

Joey responded, “Well, it seems that Alex, Jimmy and Salvatore are the only three they need beside Mr. Mallone.”

“Maybe we should ask to get in.”


“Dude --"

“No, I, myself, am just going to sit here and read magazines…even if it be Golf Digest.”

“That has to be worse than the All-Golf Channel.”

“No, better. This way, you don’t have to listen to the commentators make comments on how the ball just ‘sits on the sand like a beached whale.’ You know, no stupid comments like that.”

Wednesday, July 7, 2010


The phone rang at Bobby’s, waking him out of bed early for a Saturday. “H-h-hello.”

“Drop your cock and pick up your socks. Let’s go. It’s piano day today. I took Mrs. Birch to breakfast. We’re on the way to get you.”


“Are you jerking off?”


“Then what the hell are you waiting for?”

“OK, OK. I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes.”

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

Click. Bobby got out of bed and stood before his full length mirror. He reached down into his boxers and took his balls in his hand, thinking, Poor babies…I wonder what’s going to happen to you today.

Saturday, July 3, 2010


Rolling his eyes in frustration as the time ticks away, Jimmy looked over at Bobby. “I’m going to go out and get some fresh air. Call me when the guy is ready.”

“Alright, man,” Bobby said while reading Newsweek.

Walking outside, Jimmy looked to his left and saw a guy sitting outside an office building down the block. Wearing a shirt and jeans? Outside an office building? In Buffalo? It’s a wonder Security hasn’t run him off. He figured, what the hell?

Approaching him, he is not sure if he should. Too late! “Hey, man, how are you?”

Looking surprised, he said, “I’m doing well. You?”

“I am well. You’re kind of underdressed for this section of the city.”

“I don’t see you wearing a three-piece suit. Anyway, my name is Alex.” He extended his hand.

“Jimmy,” he said as he shook his hand. “So, what brings you down here?”

Thursday, July 1, 2010


Pacing back and forth in front of the record player, Jimmy’s mind was riding the violins until….

“Hey, dude,” Bobby said as he poked him. “When are you going to stop listening to the Ronettes and get to writing our songs?”

“When I rip your balls off,” he replied as he grabbed Bobby’s balls through his jeans.

“Whoa! Dude!” Bobby put his hands up. “OK, OK. I’m sorry.”

Jimmy released his balls, just to give them a quick slap. As Bobby grimaced, he said, “Now, you know that when I listen to Uncle Phil, I am pissed off. You know that, when I am pissed off, I could very well suspend your sex life for a good while.” Bobby nodded as he continued, “Now take your happy, or not so happy, ass over there and sit down.” As Bobby walked away, he motioned to Joey, “Get him a beer. He needs one.”

Bobby watched him pace from the couch. Noticing him, Jimmy kept pacing as the record faded out. Joey, bringing Bobby his beer, said, “That broad has a hell of a voice.”

“I know. That broad is Ronnie Spector. She has a name,” Jimmy responded.

“I think Bobby here should sing along with her. Play that record again.”

Music is in the air

Today, I received an e-mail from a young musician called Jimmy. He included a picture – and although I’ve seen a lot, I was very impressed.

Jimmy is 18 years old, a brunette with grey-blue eyes. His body is pretty muscular and slightly hairier than most 18 year olds’. Apart from his handsome face, the most impressive thing about him is the big bulge in his jeans. I’m quite an expert in that field, so let me tell you that Jimmy has everything it takes to make it big in our business…

He offered to share some stories about him and his buddies trying to create a band. Of course I said yes.

Welcome to ballbustingboys, Jimmy!