Preface To Indiepop A To Z # 79: That Time Again

That's my beagle Pete. It's a pic I shared recently on Bluesky. I actually take a picture a day of him - our youngest hound - & our youngest cat. He's not our newest dog - that's a beagle we adopted about two months ago that we named Stuart. But Stuart is nine years old. Pete is not even yet three. He's still a bay-bee.

It's almost certain I've told this story before but once - before we were married - my girlfriend & I went to see a band - I'm sure it was this band - & they had decorated their tiny stage with all sorts of toys & animals. Afterwards she approached the band & told them they needed a beagle amongst their stuffed toys & one band member said, "It's true, the beagle is the most indiepop of dogs."

If indeed I have told this story before, did I tell it the same? Stories are weird like that. For many people they solidify into songs in their head, unchanged beyond whatever editing one might have done to keep oneself sane. But I suspect that I am constantly rewriting the stories in my head. To make them sound better, obviously, & depending on the intent, to either lessen or increase any humiliation I may have personally experienced. Luckily there was no humiliation in the indiepop beagle story!

Anyhoo. I do this every three months. Not tell stories that may be rewritten but play indiepop in alphabetical order on the radio. I am deep inside the letter S where I'll probably be this time next year too. I always say I don't imagine I will ever finish the series but I never thought I'd still be doing a radio show called Self Help Radio after a few years either. Hardly anything ever turns out like one might have planned. In a sense the older I get the less likely I am to make any plans. Maintaining schedule is understandable, but making plans? That just seems ridiculous.