MCGUIRE: A little help getting over the hump from Radiohead


It’s Wednesday, the weekend is almost here, you all can make it there I know you can. Radiohead’s Thom Yorke wants to help — he told me [footage unavailable]. On Saturday one of my favorite bands Radiohead released their eighth studio album titled “The King of Limbs.” The album was released digitally and the hard copy will be available on vinyl and CD in May. I purchased “The King of Limbs” and thus far it has not disappointed. After a few more listens I will have a complete review. In the meantime lets celebrate this Wednesday with some videos. Do not be afraid to dance at your desk.

Here is another link to a video:

Jacob McGuire


Crank Dat Soulja Boy — crappy playlists

“Super Fresh, now watch me jock. Jocking on them hater’s man, When I do that Soulja Boy, I lean to the left and crank that thang.”

These lyrics, on top of a very simple beat, kept an artist named Soulja Boy, now named Soulja Boy Tell ‘em, at number one on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 for seven weeks. Yeah, the point being that just because music is commercially successful does not mean it is not crap.

Growing up with two sisters I was fortunate enough to be exposed to a cornucopia of NOW compact discs, which if listened to now would quickly eat away my soul. Considering my background, my friend Mike Thompson and I decided to have a contest to see who could make the worst possible five song play list. To select the worst list, we called upon local WGEM celeb, and music guru Mike Fay. The criteria for which playlist is the worst is all up to Mr. Fay. Last night Mike received both CD’s anonymously and as you can read here he is taking the job very seriously.

This idea was originally done by one of my favorite comedians Aziz Ansari. Here is a video of his contest.

To make this event our own, Mike and I decided to raise the stakes for the loser of the contest, the loser being the one who made the least crappy playlist. The loser of the contest must perform a six minute Shake Weight routine on the center of the QU campus during a passing period of classes. The routine will be done with the crappy playlists blasting.

They make a shake weight for men but all we have been able to locate is the women's version.

Fay will be done giving each play list equal listens and have the verdict out this Sunday. Stay tuned to the Local Q to find out the winner and watch the video of the shake weight routine. In the meantime you be the judge of which playlist is the worst.


Playlist A:

  1. Murry Head – “One Night In Bangkok”
  2. Lou Bega – “Mambo Number 5”
  3. Buster Poindexter – “Hot Hot Hot”
  4. Shaggy – “Wasn’t Me”
  5. Jlo Ft. Ja Rule – “I’m Real”

Playlist B:

  1. Aaron Carter – “Aaron’s Party”
  2. Nickleback – “Figured You Out”
  3. Cher – “Believe”
  4. Billy Ray Cyrus – “Achy Breaky Heart”
  5. DJ Pauly D – “Beat Dat Beat”

Jacob McGuire

Trick Daddy

The “Breast Cancer/Trick Daddy has Lupus” awareness ride

Jacob McGuire

After spending too many hours on a Christopher Nolan movie marathon, I decided it was time to stand up and do something. So many people are out doing so many extraordinary things, and I just ate an entire box of Honey Combs.

According to The Ethnologue Organization (yeah, it’s a thing), there are 6,809 distinct languages in the world, and I only know one and I ain’t even that good at it (ask The Local Q editors). My lack of languages was very depressing, so I decided to buckle down and learn another one. After doing some research on Rosetta Stone’s website and seeing the price of the program, I decided being bi-lingual is overrated.

My next inspiration came while I was using and stumbled across a blog written by a guy who biked across America in memory of his deceased father. This was exactly the worthwhile event that I was looking for. I love riding bicycles and I love doing things in memory of stuff. The stars have aligned.

There were many steps I needed to take before I could start bicycling for a cause. First, I needed a bicycle. I have been living bike to bike since my Dino Comp ceased to exist in 5th grade due to too many extreme stunts (and by extreme stunts, I mean I forgot it at our previous house when we moved). This problem was easily solved thanks to a bike leasing program called Quincy Bikes. For the commitment of signing a waiver and paying a $10 deposit, I had my pick from a variety of different bikes from road bikes to mountain bikes to hybrids.

Trick Daddy

Once the bike situation was taken care of, the next step was to find a cause. That problem sort of worked itself out. The night before the revelation to ride, a friend and I were discussing over the phone our past affinity for a gangster rapper named Trick Daddy. Later that evening, I Googled Trick Daddy to see if Trick still loved the kids, and I found out that the beloved Trick Daddy had been diagnosed with Lupus. This is how the bike ride became a Trick Daddy Lupus Awareness ride.

As I geared up to ride, I put on my faded, pink shirt with a stretched out collar. This shirt had not seen the light of day since probably high school, but it was a laundry day. I recruited my friend Brian to join me on my bike ride for a cause, and he too showed up wearing a bright pink shirt. This is how the ride became Breast Cancer Awareness/ Trick Daddy has Lupus Awareness ride.

Now that the logistics were down, it was time for serious riding. I had often heard of and seen pictures of an old bridge outside of town, so we got directions from a friend and hit the road. I selected a hybrid bike that I named Grenadine and instantly fell in love. She handled hills exceptionally well and had quality breaks, making for a great ride.

Brian, on the other hand, had the only criteria of a comfortable seat and selected a Cruiser. This situation is a Goofus and Gallant Comic. While Brian might have been comfortable in the money maker, he struggled and paid dearly on every hill, on a bike built for sashaying around a beach with a picnic basket. Despite the struggle, Brian endured.

The ride started at Quincy University and headed south on 24th Street. I was feeling invincible. It was a beautiful sunny day, about 85 degrees, and problems did not exist. We pressed on all the way down 24th street down a gigantic hill and turned left to Marblehead. I was so determined to see this bridge at a place called Fall Creek. When we caught up at Marblehead, Brian tried to get me to settle for their bridge, but I knew I would be cheating myself if I settled for anything in Marblehead.

The ride continued until we finally reached our destination on a road toward Payson. The bridge was awesome, my shirt was soaked, and it was one of the few times I felt I had earned the trail mix. After heading back, we measured our distance. It was exactly 29.7 miles (expletive, we didn’t hit 30 miles).

The next bike ride will be taking place soon, and we will get 30 miles this time. If anyone would like to join, just e-mail me. If you do not have a bike, you can get hooked up through Quincy Bikes and pick up a bike at America’s Best Value Inn, The Salvation Army or contact Madison-Davis Bicycle shop to find out alternative locations. I would also appreciate suggestions for the next worthy cause of the bike ride.



Time to experience the Gem City during another year of college


Last semester was my senior year at Quincy University. Scary times my friends, scary times. Adult life was rearing its ugly head. Expectations of some sort of “success” chock full of responsibility were everywhere.

Typical conversations at family gatherings went something like this: Lady I am related to said, “So Jacob you graduate this year, what are your plans?” Me saying, “Umm, I, I’ve got some uh things in the works.”

Man I’m related to said, “Boy I sure would hate to be graduating into this economy.” Me saying, “That’s enough! I went to college, I know things! I networked; I Googled tips for being successful after college. Everybody just shut up! Shut up okay!” I flipped the table over, punched the birthday clown and ruined my 6-year-old cousin’s birthday, then retreated to my quiet place. Did I mention I tend to overreact? (Just kidding)

I ended up being offered the position of residence director at Quincy University and will be sticking around another year to get my master’s. I do not have a hard time adapting to change, nor do I have an unhealthy fear of the unknown, but Hallelujah!

This is another year to watch “Full House” during the day, do college things and live entire days without pants. This gives me another year to Google more reliable articles on finding success, maybe even with sources this time, none of that Wikipedia garble.

Another year of college life is going to provide ample opportunity to obsess over speculation of Christopher Nolan’s choice for a “Batman 3” villain. College life will be cherished now that it was almost taken away from me. It is time to take on every opportunity and really experience what the Gem City has to offer.


Upon experiencing the Gem City, I am going to present it to you in this convenient 300-500 word blog.

One of my favorite quotes comes from Jack Kerouac, “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes ‘awww!’”

You certainly set the bar high Kerouac, but let’s see what we can do. I have a good feeling about this upcoming year.