Ken Mottet's blog

The secret to my father's success as an Iowa farmer--keep your costs down and just keep doing what you're doing. By the time a handful of decades have passed, you'll be doing alright...if you play your cards right. That's not exactly world-shattering advice. But it really is how my dad managed to leave this world with more than a couple of bucks in his pocket. And that's my method with "The Feed Store." Like Lenny Bruce, I don't make a big deal out of it. I just do it. And I might be wrong but I stiil think I'm fairly entertaining. Listen for yourself, thursdays at 10AM central time and sundays at noon central time. 

Adam West changed my life in more ways than I can count. Adam West, of course, shot to fame as the Caped Crusader in the "Batman" tv series that bowed in 1966. I was a five-year-old farm kid who was just beginning to discover comic books. Science fiction was still a few years in my future. And then "Wham," "Bam" and "Pow" came to my television and I was transformed. I found my guiding light--superheroes, bright colors, camp comedy. I was hooked. And I am still hooked to this very day. Bless your heart, Mr. West, for taking on a character that nearly destroyed your career but endeared you to millions. He seemed like a genuinely good person who made so many people happy.

 

FYI, the cape and cowl I'm wearing in this picture was made for me by my sainted mother when "Batman" was originally on the air. I wore it for many a Halloween...as did my nephews in Minnesota. Now it hangs in a place of honor in my own Chicago batcave. 

Several weeks ago my bride and I made a whirlwind dash to Fairfield to see my family. We were celebrating what would have been my father's 100th birthday(he was not a perfect man but he was pretty good at raising kids in his own rough-hewn way). We weren't in town very long. But we we sure had a whee of a time. And you'll hear all about it on upcoming episodes of "The Feed Store" thursdays at 10AM central time and sundays at noon central time. So there. 

 

The Big C Jamboree (America's longest running monthly rockabilly jam session) has come to a close after 25 years. I was proud to be its emcee and number one cheerleader.

And now it's on to other things indeed. I'm making another speedy trip to Fairfield. I'll be in town very briefly saturday May 20 for a family gathering. I'm sure you'll be able to spot me running frantically into the Bargain Box, Goodwill and Orscheln's.

If anyone wants to say hey in person, drop an email to thefeedstore@kruufm.com. I'd be happy to see you. 

 

I really am the luckiest little guy in Show Business. I moved to Chicago from Iowa to chase the dream of being a standup comedian. Well, that one fell by the wayside. Time passed. In fact, a lot of time passed.

Along the way, I made friends. I was nice to all kinds of folks. And they returned the favor. I find myself these days as part of a damn fine country and western band (the Gin Palace Jesters). We take our music seriously and ourselves not so much. We take pride in entertaining.

At the same time I get to climb up on the KRUU stump every week and present The Feed Store--stories and musings of a long departed Fairfielder who still loves his hometown.

I have the world by the tail. 


This week on the Feed Store (Thursday, March 20 at 10am and Sunday March 23 at noon CT), I will be recounting in great detail the life and times of one of the greatest men I ever knew during my youth in Fairfield.

I am speaking of the late and lamented Dick Conklin, the demon barber of Richland. Dick took over the barbershop in Richland in 1948 and held down the fort for more than forty years.

He was a real firecracker, a great storyteller and a good haircutter. I pay tribute to the man as only I can.

I will always remember a night in the 1970s, sitting at a small table in the Fairfield VFW hall watching my friend Bruce play drums for an old man country and western band. Of course my pals and I thought it was hilarious that a cool guy like Bruce would stoop to playing such square music as "The Key's In the Mailbox" and "Heartaches by the Number." Flash forward to present day Chicago. I've been playing traditional country music as part of the Gin Palace Jesters for more than twelve years. We've taken our brand of American music to Texas, California, Canada, Germany and Finland. And even when it's very late and we're unloading our equipment after a long drive home, I take great pride in what we do. We entertain. 

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The Feed Store

This is not a giant secret.

I record the Feed Store in my living room (actually, in my sun room so oo-la-la). My living room is in my house which just happens to be in a close-in suburb to Chicago. When I look out my window (whilst broadcasting) I see the most beautiful site I can imagine... a quiet street with clean brick houses, once in a while a neighbor walking a dog or pushing a baby stroller.

And once in a while I catch site of my mailman Ed dropping letters in the dairy box that sits on my porch and acts as a mailbox.

In a word, I'm living in far more of a palace than I ever imagined. On top of all this luxury I get to tell my little stories to Fairfield and the world via KRUU.

Except for the part where I'm not a kabillionaire, I got it knocked!

 

I get cold. Especially in the winter. Especially in Chicago...which is where I live. And when I'm really bone-chillingly cold I try to fool myself into being warm. I remember sitting on the hood of a gold Dodge Duster on the east side of the Fairfield square (across from JC Penney's). It's a warm summer night. It's 1978. The stores are all closed because it's after nine o'clock. And I'm just sitting there with my buddy Alan trying to decide what to do next on a friday night. That keeps me warm.

 

I will admit it.

Christmas on the farm when I was a kid was very exciting and pretty cool.

I always got excellent gifts from my family and from "Santa."

The whole family was always in a good mood.

And we were just happy to be a family.

Fortunately it's still pretty much like that for me.

The difference being that I spend the 25th with my married family--my wife and her family.

And I couldn't be luckier.

Here's hoping we all had the holiday that we deserve.

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