Saturday, January 18, 2025

Coming Up Tomorrow On The Dickenbock Report: National Popcorn Day

(image from here)

January 19 is National Popcorn Day. We'll talk about & play musical reports about popcorn & what the hell even special popcorn commentary. What we won't be doing is eating popcorn because no food or drink allowed in the deejay booth! Those rules even apply to Dick Dickenbock!

Sunday noon to 1pm on 91.1+107.1fm in Portland, xray dot fm everywhere. Note: we ran out of toothpicks early last year so please bring your own.

Friday, January 17, 2025

This Week In Self Help (January 10 12 13 14 + 16)


The picture above has nothing to do with me on the radio this week. It just happened to be number 1,989 in a series of photos from my digital camera & it kept me from posting yet another picture of myself in 1989. Anyway, here's the nonsense I got up to on the radio this week. It was a lot. I'm sorry about that.

On Friday night - last Friday, the 10th - I subbed a show on KBOO in which I played lots of new releases. Sadly, it's not archived on the KBOO website, but you can listen to it on the Self Help Radio website. (username: SHR, password: selfhelp)

On Sunday, there was an episode of The Dickenbock Report on XRAY for National Pharmacist Day. You can listen to it on the XRAY website, or on the Self Help Radio website(username: SHR, password: selfhelp)

Early Monday morning I played the rest of the songs I collected for my Superman show last week on KBOO. (Initially the show was to be two hours long, but when I found out it was two & a half hours long, I added some of the songs I played on the XRAY show.) Of course KBOO doesn't archive sub shows, so if you want to listen to lots more Superman songs, you have to do it on the Self Help Radio website.

Self Help Radio featured lots of my favorite music from 1989. You can listen to it on the KBOO website or on the Self Help Radio website(username: SHR, password: selfhelp)

The last hour of the KBOO show was an episode of Corporate Standardized Programming featuring lots of artists who died in October of this year. If you'd like to listen to that all by its lonesome, which is how we experience death anyway, you can do on the Self Help Radio website(username: SHR, password: selfhelp)

Finally! Oh dear god finally! I played lots of two-tone/second wave ska on KBOO on Thursday afternoon. It's not archived on the KBOO web site, alas, but you can listen to it on the Self Help Radio website.

You have my word I won't waste so much of your time on the radio like this next week.

Thursday, January 16, 2025

Obscure Films Of 1989

(image from the IMDb)

This week's show featured some of my favorite music of 1989. In-between some of the songs, our resident cinephile Chuck highlighted a few movies from 1989 he enjoyed which he felt were overlooked or needlessly obscure. Hey! Go listen to the show now if you haven't. His bits appear in-between the songs.

Once you've done that, have a look at these helpful links:

YouTube playlists of films & trailers

(Chuck says: I put the links to available videos in the notes for the films plus where they are available to stream for free.)



Chuck adds: I posted* about some of the films on Bluesky.
(*It's just the same links that are here for now, but go ahead and give me a follow. I usually follow back.)

Get to it! There are lots of films made in 1989!

Tuesday, January 14, 2025

Self Help Radio 011425: 1989

(all album/single covers from Discogs)

Here's a selection of music I enjoyed from 1989. As discussed too many times on this blog, I don't really think in terms of "best of." Ultimately what let me to pick these over the dozens of other releases I liked from this year is that I listened to these a lot. Like, I can recite the words to all the songs I played on this show. Just get me drunk first & dare me to do so.

You can listen to this show whenever. It's at the KBOO website. It's at the Self Help Radio website. For the latter, use the username SHR & password selfhelp. Please. The songs I played are below. Sorry you have to wallow in my past for a while. Feel free to share with me your favorite releases of 1989!

Self Help Radio 1989 Show
"I Wanna Be Adored" The Stone Roses _The Stone Roses_
"Most Of The Time" Bob Dylan _Oh Mercy_

"Debaser" The Pixies _Doolittle_
"Interesting Drug" Morrissey _Interesting Drug_
"Brassneck" The Wedding Present _Bizarro_
"Radio Ass Kiss" The Wonder Stuff _Hup_
"Devil's Roof" Throwing Muses _Hunkpapa_

"Amazing" Tin Machine _Tin Machine_
"God's Comic" Elvis Costello _Spike_
"House" The Psychedelic Furs _Book Of Days_
"Empire Of The Senseless" The Mekons _Rock & Roll_
"Falling" Julee Cruise _Floating Into The Night_

"Secrets" The Primitives _Pure_
"She Knows" The Hummingbirds _LoveBuzz_
"Bitter" Lush _Scar_
"Monsterpussy" The Vaselines _Dum-Dum_
"Got Apprehension" Close Lobsters _Headache Rhetoric_

"Blues From A Gun" The Jesus & Mary Chain _Automatic_
"You Keep It All In" The Beautiful South _Welcome To The Beautiful South_
"The End Of A Perfect Day" Kirsty MacColl _Kite_
"Love & Anger" Kate Bush _The Sensual World_
"I Can't Make Love To You Anymore" Felt _Me & A Monkey On The Moon_

"Shaftesbury Avenue" Momus _Don't Stop The Night_

Monday, January 13, 2025

Whither 1989?

(Me in 1989)

Every year around the time of my birthday - which happens six days from when the show airs - I play a lot of my favorite music from the year of my birthday, which was 1968. I do this each year & have made my way to 1989, when I was 21. There was a lot of music I loved from that year so it's been very, very hard for me to pick. I'm not even sure if all the stuff I chose for tonight will be my favorite. But I have two hours to share music I loved from back then - almost all of which I was actually listening to at the time - & those two hours are from midnight to 2am on 90.7fm in town - that's KBOO - online at kboo dot fm.

That's gotten out of the way so you don't have to read me rambling on a little bit more about me in 1989. You can skip all this.

Yesterday I mentioned that I feel like in 1989 my relationship with music changed. Up until that point, it would not be an exaggeration to say that music was the most important thing in my life. It was certainly a part of the many creative things I absorbed, including literature & comics, but it was the most immediate & certainly the thread that connected lots of my relationships. My friend Russell, for example, was never quite as interested in comics or sci-fi as I was, but we could always talk about music.

Once I was in a relationship - even if the one I was in for most of 1989 was one-sided & something of a sham - it seemed to me I was somehow involved in a creative process myself. I was never a musician, & though I wanted to perhaps one day be a writer, I knew deep inside that I didn't have the talent or skills. I think I also knew that I was too lazy to work hard enough to develop whatever artistic capabilities I might have been able to nurture. Certainly suddenly finding myself in a relationship gave me a sense of being involved in creation - in a way, playing pretend.

In this way I didn't rely on music as much. I still wanted to listen to it, & I still wanted to share it, & I still felt it was something I needed in my life. Just - not as much.

Two things happened to also affect how I interacted with music. One was obvious - I was with another person most of the time, so when I listened to music, I wasn't alone. Up until that point my relationship with music was entirely personal. Now I deferred to her when it came to listening to things. At least once in our relationship I took her to a concert I really want to see, & she hated the musician. She said, "Why would you take me to this?" & basically made me leave. In 1989, one of my favorite musicians, Elvis Costello, released a new record. I remember being very excited about buying it & bringing it home. But she didn't like Elvis Costello & didn't want me to listen to the record around her.

Being alone that summer was probably very good for me to catch up on records I wasn't allowed to listen to on my own! But the second thing that happened was that a couple of releases I was really looking forward to were deeply disappointing to me. These were from bands I greatly admired. I don't want to call them out now but if you look at "best of 1989" lists & you cross-check it with what I play tonight, you will noticed some glaring exceptions. Eventually I listened to & came to appreciate some of the songs on the records but I never truly came to love them as I had loved their previous releases. So too I listened to some releases just out of loyalty more than enjoyment. I have never been able to entirely reject an artist even after long periods of disappointment.

When I thought about my life in 1989, I didn't think I'd find much music I liked back then. When I took the time to look over releases of the year, I found something like 150 records & singles. & that's just in the rock/indie rock/postpunk/indiepop categories. I haven't yet looked into hip hop or electronica or jazz. It means that tonight's show will just be a snapshot - 25 or so songs out of a possible 150. I have decided though not to revisit 1989 later in this year. I will do it during sub shows when I have the chance.

Anyway. I have to go now & decide how I will put this show together. I hope we share some of the same loves of the year!

Sunday, January 12, 2025

Preface To 1989: Young & Maybe Even A Little Pretty

(me in 1989)

It has become something of a tradition for me to talk on the blog about the year I am exploring for my birthday show. Around the time of my birthday, I play music from a particular year in my life - the first Self Help Radio around the time of birthday, in 2003, I played my favorite music from 1968, the year of my birth. This year I've made it up to 1989.

In 1989, I turned 21 years old. Imagine that. I was in my third year of college into my fourth. There is a part of me that thinks I may have taken the spring semester off - I took off two semesters of college so didn't graduate in 1990 as I was supposed to, but instead in 1991. But I don't think I had discovered that I could take time off yet. After all, you couldn't do that in high school!

The year was dominated by first real relationship, which, it turned out, wasn't much of a relationship at all. The signs were all there - when we returned from holiday break, in January, I really wanted to see her but she wasn't too excited to see me. I was pretty persistent tho, & at some point in the spring I guess we were a couple. I should stress that she never really loved me, & it was only something like codependence that kept us together until she could find a way out. In most every possible way I existed to support her & she - well, she deigned to allow me to be in her presence.

She came from a very conservative family who was not white. At some point in the spring, she introduced me to them, & they told her later that she was not allowed to date me. So she lied to her family & continued to date me. It should have been a red flag that she could deceived her parents so easily - she after all thought the world of them. But I was very much in love. & I would do anything for her. Perhaps defying her family made the relationship more exciting. What happened that spring is that we spent a lot of time together & the codependent bonds were tightened.

When summer came along, she went home to her family & I stayed in Austin. I had been working at a department called The Language Lab at UT but not enough to pay for me to stay in my little efficiency. I wrote about that place here. Instead of going home to the Dallas area for the summer, which had been a disaster the previous year, I got a job that summer working nights at 7-11. It was a weird summer to say the least but I spent most of it sleeping during the day & working at nights. I didn't have a whole lot of friends & didn't see many people. & because I was not supposed to be dating her, I couldn't call my "girlfriend" at her home.

We devised a stupid solution. She would call me collect. It's very hard to explain to folks today who pay for a cell phone plan how the phone company could gouge you back then. A collect call was very expensive. A collect call from another city was very expensive. & she & I would talk hours. I was not allowed to call her back - her parents would hear the phone ring. & I did want to talk to her. Though I imagine those phone calls, if I had a recording of any of them, had very little content that I would find interesting today.

One day in August I was wakened by a phone call - remember, I worked nights so I slept from around noon to eight pm every day - & it was a person from the phone company who kindly told me that my next phone bill - they wanted me to be prepared - would be around $1500 dollars. (A web site told me that's equivalent to nearly four grand today.) I remember being cool about it - I had been asleep - & saying thank you & hanging up. Then it hit me & I called the person back.

To put things into perspective, my efficiency cost me $165 a month. It was going to be nearly impossible to pay that off any time soon. So they put me on a payment plan & I lost my phone. I remember having to get the last collect call from the "girlfriend" & explain it to her. One might say I was lucky that summer was ending & school would start soon.

That summer (I think) I had gotten a twenty-hour-a-week job at the Language Lab, soon to be called Liberal Arts Media Center. In 1993 I think I got a full-time job there & worked there until I left Austin in 2009 - so basically twenty years. But until the end of the year I kept my job at 7-11 & so my days were very much like this: Wake around 9pm. Shower & drive (my "girlfriend"'s car - in the summer I bussed) to 7-11. Work from 11pm until 7am. Come home, eat, go to school. All of my classes for the fall of 1989 were scheduled between 8am & noon. Meet the "girlfriend" at noon for lunch. Work until 5pm. Go home & go to sleep. Repeat the next day.

As a person about to turn 57, I can't believe I did that for months. To give you a sense of some of the difficulty I had to endure, one day the "girlfriend" got mad at me for not being around. "We never do anything anymore," she told me. I tried to explain the reason I had this nightmare schedule was because of the phone calls during the summer. She had gotten an apartment very close to mine & I had basically moved in - & I used her phone number though I could never answer the phone - but kept my efficiency probably until the end of the year. But the fact that she contributed nothing to the financial bind I was in - & I would never have asked her to - but she never even offered - & still expected me to keep her entertained while working two jobs & going to school - it's a snapshot of how little what I was in was a committed loving relationship.

There were many great adventures at 7-11. Maybe one day I'll recount some of them. I was robbed at knifepoint. I had beer stolen from me just once - though folks tried again & again. I interacted with some funny characters - cops who came to grab all the day-old donuts when the donut guy came, a super tall chick named Monet to whom I gave hot dogs when she was drunk, a homeless man who distracted me with a puppy while he opened & drank several bottles of Nyquil with astonishing speed. I had worked nights at a 7-11 in Garland two years earlier, & I basically grew up in a convenience store, so it was a gig I liked. I drank way too much soda though (for the caffeine) which was very bad for my teeth. & I was too young to be so exhausted all the time.

My job at the Language Lab/Liberal Arts Media Center was a pleasant change, it was salaried & I got insurance & all that. I worked in a room with a real character who was in charge of duplicating language tapes which I sold at my office's dutch door. I decorated the door with stuff I clipped out of magazines & newspapers. I don't know if anyone told me I could do it, I just did. & no one told me to stop. & also one day I may write about the people with whom I worked. I wanted them to like me. I liked being a student who interacted with students. But boy that fall I was falling asleep at my desk like all the time.

Wait a minute though. Isn't this a blog about a radio show? It is. & tomorrow I will talk about how my relationship with music changed in 1989. But I appreciate having a chance to write a little bit about a year in which I was very young & maybe even a little pretty.