The show was kind of inspired by this song:
I had heard the Lilac Time had a new album coming out & so I went back to listen to stuff from when I first discovered them over twenty years ago. The song above stood out.
Apparently there's a video for that song but unfortunately it's not available on the interwebs (sad face).
I remember getting a collection of songs from their first three albums - maybe it was a promo? - from a friend who volunteered at KUT. This would've been in 1990 or 1991, a few years before KVRX, & when, because of school & being in my first real relationship with a woman, I wasn't paying much attention to music. Despite the advent of "alternative radio," there weren't many new sounds out there. The fact that one of the few non-commercial stations in Austin at the time was giving away great English indiepop is indicative of how hard it was to find something if you weren't actually looking.
The Lilac Time were a band I would return to from time-to-time but I didn't always keep up with them, & I have missed a lot in the intervening years. The general opinion does suggest those first three records, which I have since acquired, are their best.
A few weeks back, when I was re-listening to the Lilac Time, I did happen to hear two Jonathan Richman songs, almost one after the other, in which he mentioned laundry. When that happens, I think to myself, "Okay, that means I should see if there are enough songs about the laundry to do a dumb radio show about that subject."
There are! I will! Tomorrow at 7am to 9am! On 88.1 fm in Lexington, & online at wrfl dot fm! & later at the Self Help Radio website! After that, on the line, drying in the lovely spring breeze!
Thursday, April 09, 2015
Wednesday, April 08, 2015
Preface To Laundry: When Moving, Laundry Is The Least Of Your Worries
For real.
To move from Lexington, Kentucky, to Los Angeles, California, is already no mean feat. To do it with seven animals (besides the two humans involved) is almost too overwhelming.
I've been planning the four-day route. We'll drive over two thousands miles, in two vehicles (one of these some kind of moving truck), & I figure we can probably handle eight-hour-a-day drives. That means covering over five hundred miles a day & then stopping to find a place to close our eyes for the night & maybe even find vegan food to eat.
The last is going to be tough, when the places we'll stay are, in order, Springfield, Missouri; Amarillo, Texas; & Flagstaff, Arizona. I wish we could just hit bigger cities - the hotels would probably be cleaner, & there'd be a better chance places like Whole Foods stores where you can get pre-packaged vegan food.
& the hotels! I guess I'm glad to be living in a world where you can read hotel reviews online, which wasn't something I could do when I started driving around the country over twenty years ago, but the reviews are marvelously inconsistent. & why not? Everyone has different levels of tolerance. Remind me one day to tell you of the fight the wife & I had when she booked a very cheap hotel in Piccadilly Circus in London.
The pets - the pets whom I love so much & without whom I couldn't live - the pets are the biggest concern. Four cats in tiny cages in a fast car (or truck) eight hours a day is hard enough. Two of them have health issues (as I have written about before) that concern me in my everyday world; the two of them also eat throughout the day, which they won't be able to do in a car. How I will worry.
Traveling with pets means pet need to stay in motels. The worst motels are usually the ones that don't mind pets. & why not? Everyone & everything is welcome in the worst motels on earth!
I just told a neighbor that we'll basically be on a kind of autopilot the entire way - we'll be exhausted, we'll be on edge, we'll be anxious. But we'll also be determined. It's a trip we hopefully only have to make one time. At least for a while.
To move from Lexington, Kentucky, to Los Angeles, California, is already no mean feat. To do it with seven animals (besides the two humans involved) is almost too overwhelming.
I've been planning the four-day route. We'll drive over two thousands miles, in two vehicles (one of these some kind of moving truck), & I figure we can probably handle eight-hour-a-day drives. That means covering over five hundred miles a day & then stopping to find a place to close our eyes for the night & maybe even find vegan food to eat.
The last is going to be tough, when the places we'll stay are, in order, Springfield, Missouri; Amarillo, Texas; & Flagstaff, Arizona. I wish we could just hit bigger cities - the hotels would probably be cleaner, & there'd be a better chance places like Whole Foods stores where you can get pre-packaged vegan food.
& the hotels! I guess I'm glad to be living in a world where you can read hotel reviews online, which wasn't something I could do when I started driving around the country over twenty years ago, but the reviews are marvelously inconsistent. & why not? Everyone has different levels of tolerance. Remind me one day to tell you of the fight the wife & I had when she booked a very cheap hotel in Piccadilly Circus in London.
The pets - the pets whom I love so much & without whom I couldn't live - the pets are the biggest concern. Four cats in tiny cages in a fast car (or truck) eight hours a day is hard enough. Two of them have health issues (as I have written about before) that concern me in my everyday world; the two of them also eat throughout the day, which they won't be able to do in a car. How I will worry.
Traveling with pets means pet need to stay in motels. The worst motels are usually the ones that don't mind pets. & why not? Everyone & everything is welcome in the worst motels on earth!
I just told a neighbor that we'll basically be on a kind of autopilot the entire way - we'll be exhausted, we'll be on edge, we'll be anxious. But we'll also be determined. It's a trip we hopefully only have to make one time. At least for a while.
Tuesday, April 07, 2015
Dirty Laundry
One song I won't play this week on my show about laundry is the Don Henley hit "Dirty Laundry." It's not just that it was a number one hit single for Don Henley, & I usually stay away from the hits. I actually found a serviceable cover, by a band called Harlan, but I might not play it either.
I'm not even refusing to play it because I loathe the Eagles, a group of which (as you know) Henley was a member. I tell people all the time part of the reason I dislike the Eagles is just that I've been overexposed to them, almost without my consent, for my entire life. I joke that on my deathbed I'll not be able to remember the names of my best friends, the woman I've loved, or my dearest pets, but I'll be able to recite the lyrics to "Hotel California."
The truth is, in the days before I discovered the gigantic & far more satisfying world of music hidden behind what's now called classic rock radio, I quite liked Don Henley, & specifically the album Building The Perfect Beast. ("Dirty Laundry" is off the previous record, I Can't Stand Still.) If you were a teen in 1984, & you listened to FM radio or you watched MTV, the song "Boys Of Summer" was seared into your brain. Just writing the name makes the song start in my head - & if you're my age, it happened to you, too.
Why, then, if I like the song, don't I play it? I mean, besides the fact that at any given point in time, somewhere on the planet, there is at least one media outlet playing Don Henley's "Dirty Laundry"? & by playing it, even on a station like WRFL, you can watch precious dimes & nickels flying out of needy people's pockets into Don Henley's obscenely large pile of cash?
Besides that - I have two reasons.
One, it's not really about laundry, but about "dirty laundry" as a metaphor, meaning people's private stuff, which, if "aired," might bring them shame or embarrassment.
But that's not enough. I don't play big hits, sure, but certainly I do play songs with metaphorical riffs on my themes. I might not have any songs otherwise!
This is the kicker:
Reason number two: I'm not sure if I like it, after all.
I haven't listened to any Don Henley since I discovered that there was a world of music outside what was being played on commercial radio. That world of music resonated in me so completely that I pretty much left the commercial rock/pop world behind. That's been over thirty years ago now. While I can look back fondly at myself for liking a song like "The Sunset Grill," there's no denying that bands like the Cure, the Smiths, Joy Division, the Chameleons, on & on & on, they speak to me far more than someone writing in the classic rock idiom, like Don Henley, ever could.
I therefore have no real way of judging whether I like it. There are songs from my childhood that I love not because I really love them, but because when I was eight I jumped around the room listening to them on the radio. I can't communicate entirely with the me from nearly forty years ago, but I most certainly can appreciate that that's a connection we share. Whether I like that music or not, I did like it at one time, & that's a part of me.
Listening to the song "Dirty Laundry," by Don Henley, for the first time in decades, it seemed overlong & didactic. The synths got on my nerves. I annoyed myself by remembering a lot of the lyrics. It wasn't even a pleasant nostalgic experience.
Oh who knows what I'm trying to say here. I pride myself on doing a radio show that plays music I hope most people haven't heard. But sometimes the best songs for a theme are well-known songs.
Still, I don't think I'll play the Don Henley song - or even the cover.
I hope you appreciate how stupid conflicted I am about the whole thing.
I'm not even refusing to play it because I loathe the Eagles, a group of which (as you know) Henley was a member. I tell people all the time part of the reason I dislike the Eagles is just that I've been overexposed to them, almost without my consent, for my entire life. I joke that on my deathbed I'll not be able to remember the names of my best friends, the woman I've loved, or my dearest pets, but I'll be able to recite the lyrics to "Hotel California."
The truth is, in the days before I discovered the gigantic & far more satisfying world of music hidden behind what's now called classic rock radio, I quite liked Don Henley, & specifically the album Building The Perfect Beast. ("Dirty Laundry" is off the previous record, I Can't Stand Still.) If you were a teen in 1984, & you listened to FM radio or you watched MTV, the song "Boys Of Summer" was seared into your brain. Just writing the name makes the song start in my head - & if you're my age, it happened to you, too.
Why, then, if I like the song, don't I play it? I mean, besides the fact that at any given point in time, somewhere on the planet, there is at least one media outlet playing Don Henley's "Dirty Laundry"? & by playing it, even on a station like WRFL, you can watch precious dimes & nickels flying out of needy people's pockets into Don Henley's obscenely large pile of cash?
Besides that - I have two reasons.
One, it's not really about laundry, but about "dirty laundry" as a metaphor, meaning people's private stuff, which, if "aired," might bring them shame or embarrassment.
But that's not enough. I don't play big hits, sure, but certainly I do play songs with metaphorical riffs on my themes. I might not have any songs otherwise!
This is the kicker:
Reason number two: I'm not sure if I like it, after all.
I haven't listened to any Don Henley since I discovered that there was a world of music outside what was being played on commercial radio. That world of music resonated in me so completely that I pretty much left the commercial rock/pop world behind. That's been over thirty years ago now. While I can look back fondly at myself for liking a song like "The Sunset Grill," there's no denying that bands like the Cure, the Smiths, Joy Division, the Chameleons, on & on & on, they speak to me far more than someone writing in the classic rock idiom, like Don Henley, ever could.
I therefore have no real way of judging whether I like it. There are songs from my childhood that I love not because I really love them, but because when I was eight I jumped around the room listening to them on the radio. I can't communicate entirely with the me from nearly forty years ago, but I most certainly can appreciate that that's a connection we share. Whether I like that music or not, I did like it at one time, & that's a part of me.
Listening to the song "Dirty Laundry," by Don Henley, for the first time in decades, it seemed overlong & didactic. The synths got on my nerves. I annoyed myself by remembering a lot of the lyrics. It wasn't even a pleasant nostalgic experience.
Oh who knows what I'm trying to say here. I pride myself on doing a radio show that plays music I hope most people haven't heard. But sometimes the best songs for a theme are well-known songs.
Still, I don't think I'll play the Don Henley song - or even the cover.
I hope you appreciate how stupid conflicted I am about the whole thing.
Monday, April 06, 2015
An Announcement
I made this announcement on my show on Friday, but maybe you didn't listen, which is eminently reasonable of you. But perhaps you'll read this - I'll do my best to get your attention & point you here.
Here's the big news: there are only five (5) more episodes of Self Help Radio that will air on WRFL.
Why so? Because after that, I will no longer be living in Lexington.
Does this mean the end of Self Help Radio? Of course not! I couldn't stop doing this dumb show if I wanted to! It's almost guaranteed that there are two things I'll do immediately once I'm in my new city: 1) I'll start looking for an unsuspecting radio station at which to program my show; & 2) I'll do the show as a podcast until such time as I've found it a new home.
It does mean the end of Self Help Radio live on the air on Friday mornings at WRFL. I am sad about that. The station is a wonderful place full of nerds + weirdos & they've always made me feel at home. If you live in Lexington, you know this; & you also know that there are plenty of better shows on the station than mine so I won't be missed even slightly.
Where am I going? West! West, where the water isn't!
I hope you'll keep up with Self Help Radio on this here blog or (if you want) on the Facebook or the Twitter pages. Because the show will only be gone for a couple or three weeks before it's back & more annoying than ever.
I promise!
Friday, April 03, 2015
Self Help Radio 040315: The Same Old Thing
(Original image from this awesome site.)
Yes, the same old thing. I'm unapologetic. One tries so hard, week in, week out, to make an exciting radio show that sometimes - naturally - one must decide to take the week off & give the listener "the same old thing." Does the listener care? Probably not - after all, what is the listener listening to? Self Help Radio! That shows a lack of discernment.
But I think the show, for all its numbing familiarity, went well. I interview radio personality Dr. David Fruchter, a staunch advocate for the same old thing. I talked to Mark Miller in Hollywood, who has spoken out against the same old thing in that industry. I got to talk to the Rev. Dr. Howard Gently, who had some wisdom about the same old thing to impart. Tania & Juan wrote a song for the show. & there's so much more - it's listed below. Oddly enough, music about the same old thing doesn't all sound the same. That's a head scratcher.
I am falling asleep as I write this. So I'd better tell you that the show is now at the Self Help Radio website. It's in two parts, & the songs in each part are specified below. Pay attention to password stuff. & if you can stomach it, listen to the last airbreak - I make an announcement there I won't make here till next week.
As always, thanks so much for listening!
(part one)
"Same Old Thing" The Olympics _Northern Soul Originals: 70s All Nighter Hits_
"The Same Old Things Keep Happening" Piano Red _The Doctor's In_
"Same Old Thing" Tania & Juan _Same Old Thing_
"Same Old Thing (Live)" The Wipers _History Of Portland Punk, Vol. 1_
"Same Old Thing" The Meters _Struttin'_
"Same Ol' Thing" Del The Funkee Homosapien _I Wish My Brother George Was Here_
"Same Old Thing" The Streets _Original Pirate Material_
"Same Old Story" Mickey McCullers _The Complete Motown Singles: 1962_
"It's The Same Old Song" Red Shirt Brigade _Shoopdeedoop_
"Same Ole Beat" Freddy Scott & The Four Steps _Las Vegas Grind, Vol. 6_
"Same Old Songs" Suzi Jane Hokom _Lee Hazlewood Industries: There's A Dream I've Been Saving 1966-1971_
"Same Old Scene" Roxy Music _Flesh + Blood_
"Same Old Grind" The Spacemen _Highs In The Mid Sixties Volume 15: Wisconsin Part 2_
"Same Old Song" Psychic Ills _Hazed Dream_
(part two)
"Same Old Flame" Orange Glass _Permafrost Records Presents "Self Portrait"_
"Same Old Story" The White Wires _WWIII_
"That Same Old Feeling" Pickettywitch _Jackie: The Album_
"The Same Old Merry Go-Round" Michael Loring _Songs For Political Action: Folk Music, Topical Songs & The American Left 1935-1954: Campaign Songs 1944-1949_
"Weary Of The Same Ol' Stuff" Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys _San Antonio Rose_
"Same Old Boogie" Martha Davis _Martha Davis: 1946-1951_
"That Same Old Train" Snooks Eaglin _The Legacy Of The Blues, Vol. 2_
"The Same Old Thrill" Terry Timmons _Rhythm & Blues: Fine Brown Sugar, Vol. 3_
"You're Up To Your Same Old Tricks Again" Bettye Swann _Bettye Swann_
"Same Old Man" Karen Dalton _In My Own Time_
"The Same Old Tears" A Girl Called Eddy _Tears All Over Town_
"Same Old, Say Mold" Sentridoh _A Collection Of Previously Released Songs_
"Same Old Innocence" Architecture In Helsinki _Places Like This_
"Same Old Madness" Ministry _Twelve Inch Singles_
Thursday, April 02, 2015
Whither The Same Old Thing?
Sometimes it feels like you've just been doing the same old thing for a long, long time. Why not celebrate it with a radio show?
It's storming in Lexington right now. Is that the same old weather we have every same old spring? I don't recall.
I'll be subbing a show from 5 to 7 tomorrow morning as well, but Self Help Radio will be on the air of course from 7 to 9am & you already know the dumb theme. All my buddies are contributing, including a nice new song by Tania & Juan, so it should be at the very least entertaining. & I should know from the very least.
Listen! 88.1 fm in Lexington! WRFL dot fm! & later I'll do the same old thing I always do, I'll put it on my website at Self Help Radio Same Old Dot Net.
It's storming in Lexington right now. Is that the same old weather we have every same old spring? I don't recall.
I'll be subbing a show from 5 to 7 tomorrow morning as well, but Self Help Radio will be on the air of course from 7 to 9am & you already know the dumb theme. All my buddies are contributing, including a nice new song by Tania & Juan, so it should be at the very least entertaining. & I should know from the very least.
Listen! 88.1 fm in Lexington! WRFL dot fm! & later I'll do the same old thing I always do, I'll put it on my website at Self Help Radio Same Old Dot Net.
Wednesday, April 01, 2015
Preface To Same Old Thing II: Dead Pet Rock Guy
Here's a bonus blog entry for you today.
The fellow who invented the "pet rock" died today. Unfortunately his name was Gary. Also unfortunately, he wasn't pummeled to death by the very rocks he made a fortune selling to people.
If I seem bitter, it's because I was hoodwinked by a "pet rock" when I was a kid. I wanted a dog or a cat so badly. I talked about it all the time. I was just a child so of course the responsibility for taking care of the animal would go to my mother or my sister Karin, who was still living with us. My mother never punished us for anything, & barely made us (at least the boys) do our chores, so of course we wouldn't be held responsible for taking care of a tiny life, as better parents do, to help their children grow. As well, we lived in apartments, & we were poor, so there were pet deposits that my mother could scarcely afford.
Would anyone tell this to me at the age of eight or nine or ten? Would anyone try to explain to a child why me having a puppy was a terrible idea? Nah. They chose instead to fuck with me.
As Christmas approached - this had to be 1977 or maybe 1978 - I was told I would be getting a pet. This was hyped up. I got so fucking excited. A dog or cat! I would dream about it at night. & my family - mainly my older sister Pat - kept telling me over & over I was getting a pet. Lost to the ravages of time somewhere is a piece of paper where I wrote several dozen names I would give it - to be narrowed down when I knew whether it was a girl or a boy.
On Christmas Eve, which was when my family opened presents, I was given a little box. I immediately had that sense you get when you know something is wrong. But I soldiered on - & opened it. Inside was a "pet rock." It was smooth, it smelled like women's perfume. I'm sure everyone in my family had a big laugh, but I was just hurt. I was stunned, my little brain couldn't quite make sense of the event. It seemed cruel to me. It seemed like I had been deliberately fucked with. At some point, I think someone realized how crestfallen I was & tried to polish this turd, by telling me that everyone had one, that it was cool, whatever utter rubbish they could spout, but I knew it was no puppy, no kitty, not something that I could be the owner of. I loved Peanuts cartoons, I wanted a dog like Snoopy. But like Charlie Brown on Halloween, all I got was a rock.
I know many of the folks who bought the pet rock were stoners who thought it was "cute." But for all the kids who were given this novelty piece of shit because their parents & older siblings & other relatives thought it was funny, I say a hearty "fuck you" to Gary Fucking Dahl & his bullshit invention.
What an asshole.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Child-Care Facility Cat-Calls
Behind my house, & to the left.
Can a grown man* be cat-called? Or wolf-whistled?
Can a child do any of those things anyway?
I might have mentioned, I live catercorner to a church that has a daycare (see picture above). Or child-care facility. Whatever they call it. Child hostel. Juvenile detention center (just kidding).
This is entirely hearsay** - or idle gossip - but someone told me the church isn't doing so great in terms of congregants, that it's been hemorrhaging members for some time, but that it more than makes any of the money it needs by being a low-cost place for working parents to drop off their kids.***
The kids range in age from toddlers to probably fourth- & fifth-graders; it seems like it's mainly the five-year-old & older kids who are allowed to play near the fence which my property shares with their property. Their toys - mainly bouncy balls - are often inadvertently tossed over that fence, & I've had to call the people who work for the church/daycare**** to tell them not to let the children climb the fence to retrieve the balls & toys because, you know, lawsuits. As much as it pains me to deny children a childhood in this day & age.*****
Recently, since the weather's been nice, & they've been allowed to come outside, they've been yelling at me the oddest things. First of all, they call me "sir," which will always freak me out. Who are people that enjoy being old enough to be called "sir"? When I came outside with the dogs today, I heard one of them say, "The man is back!" I am officially the man.******
Usually, they say things like, "We like your dogs!" But today & yesterday I've been asked, "Can we order a pizza?" Or "Did you want a pizza?" Or something shrieked that seemed to have the word "pizza" in it.
It's interesting to imagine playing pizza parlor. I didn't usually play food service when I was a kid - I favored comic book stuff.
I don't engage them, for several reasons. One, I think it's a little creepy, old dude chatting with kids over the fence. Two, when they all gather at the fence & start talking, it's an amazingly unpleasant sound. & three, I kind of refuse to because I wish the "teachers" would pay more attention to them. The "teachers" usually are closer to the church, probably because they can smoke over there, & rarely venture out as far as the back fence.
They're inside now. So many of my spring/summer days have the soundtrack of children screaming. Because they don't really talk. They scream. & apparently, sometimes at me.
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* I'm referring to myself here, so I use the term loosely.
** When writing this, because I'm talking about a church, I first wrote "heresy" instead of "hearsay."
*** Whether this is true or not, the house the pastor lives in, which is next to the church, is kind of a dump. At least from the outside.
**** Apparently they're called "teachers," although it appears their main job is like an attendant keeping throngs of wild children in line.
***** Yes, I toss the balls back over. I'm not John McCain!
****** It disturbs me that I am the subject of conversation for children.
******* This comment doesn't have a corresponding sentence above. It's just too many asterisks. It might be funny to add one or two footnotes, but this was ridiculous. I'm sorry.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Spring Vs. Spring
I guess spring has come to Kentucky? I end the sentence with a question mark because I was walking the dogs last week & it snowed on me. It was too warm for the snow to stick to the ground. But there were fat snowflakes in the air, hitting me in the face. It was surreal.
I grew up in Texas, where spring was short & sweet. Texas is a summer state, & it's always impatient to get the long, hot summer started goddammit! In Austin, where I spent most of my adult life (so far), some time around the middle of March, we'd have two or (hopefully) three weeks of the most gloriously springlike weather in the universe. Windows open. Lying in the grass, reading or sleeping. Walking home as the night turned a little chilly. That, & the moment when the summer breaks & autumn begins, is a great reason to live in Austin.
Of course, the same is true here: people in Lexington love the summer because the winter can be so horrible. When the temperature gets above eighty degrees, Lexingtonians luxuriate in it because they remember when the temperature was eight degrees. & there was a foot of snow on the ground. & they were planning a murder as the only cure to their cabin fever.
It's like the seasons are constantly fucking with us.
The high tomorrow (it says) will be 70. The low Friday will be 39. & this will be the range of temperatures for several weeks. Last year I don't believe the summer began until maybe June. Which is how it's supposed to be, right? In Austin I used to play this game called "Can I Make It To May Without Turning On The Air Conditioner?" There were some sweaty moments. & usually I lost.
What would it be like in a place without seasons, like southern California? I hear people from there complain about it all the time, how they need to travel to the Northeast (sometime that's where they grew up) to be reminded of leaves changing color & dangerous wind chills. Austin would have some bitterly cold days but winter would be over in late February most of the time. Here, in late February, we got a foot & a half of snow.
Maybe I'm skeptical. The trees here have been hesitating with their sprouting of new leaves. Like me, they've been tricked too many times before.
However, I do predict, with the utmost ignorant confidence, that it will be a glorious spring. & I'll probably not notice until it's well underway.
I grew up in Texas, where spring was short & sweet. Texas is a summer state, & it's always impatient to get the long, hot summer started goddammit! In Austin, where I spent most of my adult life (so far), some time around the middle of March, we'd have two or (hopefully) three weeks of the most gloriously springlike weather in the universe. Windows open. Lying in the grass, reading or sleeping. Walking home as the night turned a little chilly. That, & the moment when the summer breaks & autumn begins, is a great reason to live in Austin.
Of course, the same is true here: people in Lexington love the summer because the winter can be so horrible. When the temperature gets above eighty degrees, Lexingtonians luxuriate in it because they remember when the temperature was eight degrees. & there was a foot of snow on the ground. & they were planning a murder as the only cure to their cabin fever.
It's like the seasons are constantly fucking with us.
The high tomorrow (it says) will be 70. The low Friday will be 39. & this will be the range of temperatures for several weeks. Last year I don't believe the summer began until maybe June. Which is how it's supposed to be, right? In Austin I used to play this game called "Can I Make It To May Without Turning On The Air Conditioner?" There were some sweaty moments. & usually I lost.
What would it be like in a place without seasons, like southern California? I hear people from there complain about it all the time, how they need to travel to the Northeast (sometime that's where they grew up) to be reminded of leaves changing color & dangerous wind chills. Austin would have some bitterly cold days but winter would be over in late February most of the time. Here, in late February, we got a foot & a half of snow.
Maybe I'm skeptical. The trees here have been hesitating with their sprouting of new leaves. Like me, they've been tricked too many times before.
However, I do predict, with the utmost ignorant confidence, that it will be a glorious spring. & I'll probably not notice until it's well underway.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Self Help Radio 032715: Blue Skies
(Actual photo of the skies above SHR HQ)
So magical! I did a show this morning about blue skies & all the rain + grey clouds of the day just disappeared. The wonder of radio! The delusional powers of chance!
I guess I was welcoming spring, & so I played a lot of songs about blue skies today. You can see the songs I played below. I also played a Dr. Howard Gently inspirational tape, I interviewed David Fruchter of the Blue Sky Initiative, & had a conversation with a disembodied voice on the air. Wow! There's so much room in a big blue sky!
The show is now at the Self Help Radio website. Pay attention to the login/password information on the front page. Unless you just want to look at playlists, & maybe play the show in your head, like some people do with baseball looking at statistics. That might be preferable to listening to me talk!
Also, if you heard the show live this morning, you'll know that a large chunk of my programming was filled with University of Kentucky students reading "the news" from wire services. They have been edited out of the broadcast & more music added. It's like 12% more show!
As always, thanks for listening!
(part one)
"Why Is The Sky Blue" Marais & Miranda _More Nature Songs_
"Blue Skies" Frank Sinatra _Blue Skies: 45 Hits From The 30s & 40s_
"Blue Skies (Moving In On Me)" Jack Scott _Jack Scott On Groove_
"Nothing But Blue Skies" Jackie Wilson _The Very Best Of Jackie Wilson_
"Blue Skies" Charlie Fawn _Charlie Fawn_
"Blue Skies" Club 8 _Nouvelle_
"Blue Skies" The Young Republic _12 Tales From Winter City_
"Blue Skies" Undersea Poem _Undersea Poem_
"Blue Suburban Skies" Even As We Speak _A Three Minute Song Is One Minute Too Long_
"Blue Skies Over The Ocean" The Cannanes _A Love Affair With Nature_
"Hey Blue Sky" Honeybunch _Time Trials: 1987-1995_
"Even The Sky Seems Blue" St. Christopher _Dig Deep, Brother (1984-1990)_
"Blue Sky Mine" Midnight Oil _Blue Sky Mining_
"Bullet The Blue Sky" Richard Cheese _Lounge Against The Machine_
(part two)
"Bright Lit Blue Skies" Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti _Before Today_
"Mr. Blue Sky" The Delgados _The Complete BBC Peel Sessions_
"In Bluer Skies" Echo & The Bunnymen _Porcupine_
"Bluer Skies" The Feelies _Here Before_
"No Blue Skies" Lloyd Cole _Lloyd Cole_
"Beneath The Blue Sky" The Go-Go's _Talk Show_
"Skies To Blue" The Rileys _The World & His Wife_
"Blue Sky" Go Sailor _Go Sailor_
"Blue Sky Yesterday" Secret Goldfish _Jet Streams_
"Big Blue Sky" Pee Shy _Don't Get Too Comfortable_
"Blue Skied & Clear" Slowdive _Pygmalion_
"Blue Skies" Dustin & Tania _Blue Skies_
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Whither Blue Skies?
Hooray that skies are blue! How freaky would it be to live somewhere where the sky wasn't blue? Like Mars? That might be cool. For a little while.
I grew up in Texas, which has more sky than almost any state in the Union. After a brief sojourn to West Virginia, where there didn't seem to be as much sky for some reason (mountains), I've found myself in Kentucky, where there's a lot of blue sky - when it's not snowing - or raining - or threatening to snow or rain - Texas being a bluer sky sort of place maybe because of the lessened amount of precipitation.
Could it also be that, as spring has just begun, Self Help Radio wants to celebrate the next two seasons, the ones that promise the most blue skies?
Anyway, there are plenty of songs about blue skies because maybe they're the best skies, although I am partial to starry skies & even though it means snow I like the steel-grey skies of winter. I look out the window & the skies today are quite white, which doesn't seem quite right, but it's because the sky is a bright grey today, it being a bit rainy. That's not a bad sky.
Maybe there are no bad skies - wait. Tornado skies are awesome, but they're horrible. So there are bad skies.
Not tomorrow, though! Self Help Radio's show about blue skies will be on the air from 7 to 9am Friday on 88.1 fm in Lexington + online at wrfl dot fm. Later, when perhaps the cloudy skies go away, it'll be at the Self Help Radio website.
Now. I'm going to go sit somewhere & daydream about flying for a little while.
I grew up in Texas, which has more sky than almost any state in the Union. After a brief sojourn to West Virginia, where there didn't seem to be as much sky for some reason (mountains), I've found myself in Kentucky, where there's a lot of blue sky - when it's not snowing - or raining - or threatening to snow or rain - Texas being a bluer sky sort of place maybe because of the lessened amount of precipitation.
Could it also be that, as spring has just begun, Self Help Radio wants to celebrate the next two seasons, the ones that promise the most blue skies?
Anyway, there are plenty of songs about blue skies because maybe they're the best skies, although I am partial to starry skies & even though it means snow I like the steel-grey skies of winter. I look out the window & the skies today are quite white, which doesn't seem quite right, but it's because the sky is a bright grey today, it being a bit rainy. That's not a bad sky.
Maybe there are no bad skies - wait. Tornado skies are awesome, but they're horrible. So there are bad skies.
Not tomorrow, though! Self Help Radio's show about blue skies will be on the air from 7 to 9am Friday on 88.1 fm in Lexington + online at wrfl dot fm. Later, when perhaps the cloudy skies go away, it'll be at the Self Help Radio website.
Now. I'm going to go sit somewhere & daydream about flying for a little while.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
I Know I Shouldn't Care About This
& really, I don't. I just find it weird & fascinating & hope it's not doing too much damage to my already crippled self-esteem.
But first, a prologue. A while ago, I was involved in a Usenet group onto which I very irresponsibly dumped lots of bad poetry. (Bad poetry, as always, available on request.) As an experiment, one summer, when I had time, I spent a couple of months archiving posts I liked. It was a little exhausting, as I felt the need to read everything, something I never did before, because I wanted to be fair. I hand-coded the page, found dumb images, commented on the posts, etc. Because I had discovered an easy way to put a counter on the page, I added a counter, mainly to have the phrase "[counter number] of people are checking here today to see if I liked their posts" or something like that.
One of the members of the newsgroup, someone I never had any contact with, laughed at the counter number, & boasted that his (I think it was a he) websites got thousands of millions of hits! It was, in the terms of the newsgroup world, dicksizing, but for some reason, since the website wasn't supposed to be for anyone but the small group of Usenet folks, I felt misunderstood & hurt by the reaction.
(Also, when I stopped doing it, another person, who must have thought I meant to do it forever, wrote something like, "Ha ha, I knew you couldn't maintain this!" It was one of my first experiences in the weird world of people rooting for you to fail.)
It's more than a decade later, & while no one (as far as I know) is paying any attention to this but me, I have both a Facebook page & a Twitter page. Both are linked to my regular web page, which, you will note, does not have a counter on it. I learn my lessons!
My Facebook page has currently has 246 "likes." A little over half of those "likes" are friends of mine on Facebook whom I requested "like" the page. When I get new "likes," it's pretty exciting. But here's a weird thing: two weeks ago, I had 253 "likes." What's happening?
My Twitter page has currently 255 "followers." I think using the word "follower" is a little bizarre, because it makes one sound like one is starting a cult or something, & most of my "followers" on Twitter are not fans of my show. Many of them are people who just reciprocal "follows" with me. A lot of them are bands or labels whom I've supported by playing them on the radio. I "follow" more than twice as many people on Twitter than "follow" me.
The point is: it disturbs me that I seem to be losing "likes" on Facebook, which is a more personal social media site, than I have "followers" on Twitter. It disturbs me not in a "what can I do about this?" sort of way, but in a "why is this happening?" sort of way. Because I know I should not give a shit. & I do my best to not give a shit. (Which is good for my self-esteem.)
Here's an example of something I didn't take personally: I have a friend, or more an acquaintance, really, who I knew in Austin, who now lives in Chicago & writes for the the AV Club. He's a very good writer & I enjoy his work a lot. He used to have a couple of bands in Austin, both of whom I really dug. I recently played one of them on the radio, & tagged him (or whatever you call it when you @thenameoftheperson in your tweet), & he responded humorously, & "followed" me, & almost immediately "unfollowed" me.
I was not in the slightest bit offended. It seemed to me a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
Wait a second. I just happened to notice something Facebook has written, when I was looking at page "insights":
"We’ve recently updated the way we measure how many people like your Page. Pages may see a decrease in likes after March 12, when we removed likes from inactive Facebook accounts."
Oh. I see. Then this whole thing I've written has been a waste of time.
Well! It's a good thing no one reads this blog!
But first, a prologue. A while ago, I was involved in a Usenet group onto which I very irresponsibly dumped lots of bad poetry. (Bad poetry, as always, available on request.) As an experiment, one summer, when I had time, I spent a couple of months archiving posts I liked. It was a little exhausting, as I felt the need to read everything, something I never did before, because I wanted to be fair. I hand-coded the page, found dumb images, commented on the posts, etc. Because I had discovered an easy way to put a counter on the page, I added a counter, mainly to have the phrase "[counter number] of people are checking here today to see if I liked their posts" or something like that.
One of the members of the newsgroup, someone I never had any contact with, laughed at the counter number, & boasted that his (I think it was a he) websites got thousands of millions of hits! It was, in the terms of the newsgroup world, dicksizing, but for some reason, since the website wasn't supposed to be for anyone but the small group of Usenet folks, I felt misunderstood & hurt by the reaction.
(Also, when I stopped doing it, another person, who must have thought I meant to do it forever, wrote something like, "Ha ha, I knew you couldn't maintain this!" It was one of my first experiences in the weird world of people rooting for you to fail.)
It's more than a decade later, & while no one (as far as I know) is paying any attention to this but me, I have both a Facebook page & a Twitter page. Both are linked to my regular web page, which, you will note, does not have a counter on it. I learn my lessons!
My Facebook page has currently has 246 "likes." A little over half of those "likes" are friends of mine on Facebook whom I requested "like" the page. When I get new "likes," it's pretty exciting. But here's a weird thing: two weeks ago, I had 253 "likes." What's happening?
My Twitter page has currently 255 "followers." I think using the word "follower" is a little bizarre, because it makes one sound like one is starting a cult or something, & most of my "followers" on Twitter are not fans of my show. Many of them are people who just reciprocal "follows" with me. A lot of them are bands or labels whom I've supported by playing them on the radio. I "follow" more than twice as many people on Twitter than "follow" me.
The point is: it disturbs me that I seem to be losing "likes" on Facebook, which is a more personal social media site, than I have "followers" on Twitter. It disturbs me not in a "what can I do about this?" sort of way, but in a "why is this happening?" sort of way. Because I know I should not give a shit. & I do my best to not give a shit. (Which is good for my self-esteem.)
Here's an example of something I didn't take personally: I have a friend, or more an acquaintance, really, who I knew in Austin, who now lives in Chicago & writes for the the AV Club. He's a very good writer & I enjoy his work a lot. He used to have a couple of bands in Austin, both of whom I really dug. I recently played one of them on the radio, & tagged him (or whatever you call it when you @thenameoftheperson in your tweet), & he responded humorously, & "followed" me, & almost immediately "unfollowed" me.
I was not in the slightest bit offended. It seemed to me a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
Wait a second. I just happened to notice something Facebook has written, when I was looking at page "insights":
"We’ve recently updated the way we measure how many people like your Page. Pages may see a decrease in likes after March 12, when we removed likes from inactive Facebook accounts."
Oh. I see. Then this whole thing I've written has been a waste of time.
Well! It's a good thing no one reads this blog!
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Goldfish Story
Someone who knows my wife won a goldfish. A goldfish was a prize for something. A strange, lonesome life in a small glass cube. That person asked my wife to watch the goldfish while she (the person) was away during spring break. My wife brought the fish in, & set it in the middle of the dining room table.
We live in a house full of cats. There are four of them. Immediately I felt anxious for the poor goldfish. My wife decided to cover the cube of water with some foil, with a couple of holes for air, but it bothered me even more. (Probably irrationally - I've never owned a fish, & I didn't know if covering a cubic bowl with holey foil was safe.) (But I didn't look it up on the net or anything.) (Sometimes I think I get a little high on my anxiety & don't necessarily want it to be suddenly cured.)
I told my wife for safety we might put the fish in a spare room. By itself. My wife, as unfamiliar with owning a fish as I was, worried she might forget to feed the fish, & so, while she agreed to put the goldfish somewhere safe, she did write on our refrigerator whiteboard, "FISH! FISH! FISH!"
The fish found itself sitting on a bookcase next to a window by itself in a spare room with the door closed. Which also made me very sad. The fish by itself in a cube-shaped container (with a large plastic fish as its only companion) on a table in a busy house bothered me. The fish in the room by itself bothered me.
The wife & I were about to go to Atlanta, & we had a person coming out to feed the cats. She's a professional pet sitter but did that include fish? Fish hidden in a spare room?
Our sweet neighbors - who also have a lovely beagle girl - agreed to watch the fish, & out of sight was out of mind. Until I dreamt about the fish this morning.
Look, although I am vegan, & firmly believe in the rights of animals not to be abused by humans, I'm not against keeping them as pets. (I have four cats & three dogs, you know.) In the case of dogs, suddenly abandoning them would be absurd - they have co-evolved with us for millennia. Cats are slightly different, because they're only a bit less feral when they're with humans, but I'm on the "better in here with us versus outside in the elements" side of the keeping them healthy & happy argument*. My cats, even if they don't know, are much happier inside than the alternative.
But I get sad when I see a lonely dog in a backyard, completely ignored by the humans who own it. Dogs want & need to be with humans &/or other dogs. When our sweet neighbors adopted the beagle girl, they brought her into a home already comfortably filled two other dogs. She was immediately so happy - she knew that she had found her forever pack.
Maybe the goldfish in the cubic bowl wouldn't have bothered me so much if it had had a goldfish companion. After all, it's probably safer (to use my cat argument) in that small space than in the wild, where it might be lunch for a bigger fish, or one of those poor, doomed feral cats. Yet something felt wrong, & caused me inner turmoil, to see it so solitary in such a small space.
I am thinking of going to a therapist. Not because of this, this just happened as I was considering the idea. But you know that this goldfish story would be a lengthy conversation.
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* As I wrote this line, it began to rain outside.
We live in a house full of cats. There are four of them. Immediately I felt anxious for the poor goldfish. My wife decided to cover the cube of water with some foil, with a couple of holes for air, but it bothered me even more. (Probably irrationally - I've never owned a fish, & I didn't know if covering a cubic bowl with holey foil was safe.) (But I didn't look it up on the net or anything.) (Sometimes I think I get a little high on my anxiety & don't necessarily want it to be suddenly cured.)
I told my wife for safety we might put the fish in a spare room. By itself. My wife, as unfamiliar with owning a fish as I was, worried she might forget to feed the fish, & so, while she agreed to put the goldfish somewhere safe, she did write on our refrigerator whiteboard, "FISH! FISH! FISH!"
The fish found itself sitting on a bookcase next to a window by itself in a spare room with the door closed. Which also made me very sad. The fish by itself in a cube-shaped container (with a large plastic fish as its only companion) on a table in a busy house bothered me. The fish in the room by itself bothered me.
The wife & I were about to go to Atlanta, & we had a person coming out to feed the cats. She's a professional pet sitter but did that include fish? Fish hidden in a spare room?
Our sweet neighbors - who also have a lovely beagle girl - agreed to watch the fish, & out of sight was out of mind. Until I dreamt about the fish this morning.
Look, although I am vegan, & firmly believe in the rights of animals not to be abused by humans, I'm not against keeping them as pets. (I have four cats & three dogs, you know.) In the case of dogs, suddenly abandoning them would be absurd - they have co-evolved with us for millennia. Cats are slightly different, because they're only a bit less feral when they're with humans, but I'm on the "better in here with us versus outside in the elements" side of the keeping them healthy & happy argument*. My cats, even if they don't know, are much happier inside than the alternative.
But I get sad when I see a lonely dog in a backyard, completely ignored by the humans who own it. Dogs want & need to be with humans &/or other dogs. When our sweet neighbors adopted the beagle girl, they brought her into a home already comfortably filled two other dogs. She was immediately so happy - she knew that she had found her forever pack.
Maybe the goldfish in the cubic bowl wouldn't have bothered me so much if it had had a goldfish companion. After all, it's probably safer (to use my cat argument) in that small space than in the wild, where it might be lunch for a bigger fish, or one of those poor, doomed feral cats. Yet something felt wrong, & caused me inner turmoil, to see it so solitary in such a small space.
I am thinking of going to a therapist. Not because of this, this just happened as I was considering the idea. But you know that this goldfish story would be a lengthy conversation.
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* As I wrote this line, it began to rain outside.
Monday, March 23, 2015
I Was On The Radio Today
So I slept the afternoon away.
I thought I was pretty funny on the radio this morning but as usual I got very little feedback. I don't think that folks in the office - mainly the student directors of the station - listen in there, though there's a radio that's on usually. Ah well. Perhaps it's better if I think I am funny instead of people telling me to my face that I'm really not all that funny.
I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, but it's weird how a week off can spoil you. I might have mentioned how much I like the show Macy & Maria did. The two of them are a little uncertain about their skills, but they did a super funny bit where one pretended she didn't exactly know what a twin was. It was well done.
That's all I have for today. My friend Russell, who pretends to be the Reverend Dr. Howard Gently on the air, has prepared a very funny "word of wisdom" for this week's show, & I just recorded the interview with David Fruchter, who's my favorite resident "expert." Now I need to go find some food.
More interesting stuff tomorrow? Maybe?
I thought I was pretty funny on the radio this morning but as usual I got very little feedback. I don't think that folks in the office - mainly the student directors of the station - listen in there, though there's a radio that's on usually. Ah well. Perhaps it's better if I think I am funny instead of people telling me to my face that I'm really not all that funny.
I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, but it's weird how a week off can spoil you. I might have mentioned how much I like the show Macy & Maria did. The two of them are a little uncertain about their skills, but they did a super funny bit where one pretended she didn't exactly know what a twin was. It was well done.
That's all I have for today. My friend Russell, who pretends to be the Reverend Dr. Howard Gently on the air, has prepared a very funny "word of wisdom" for this week's show, & I just recorded the interview with David Fruchter, who's my favorite resident "expert." Now I need to go find some food.
More interesting stuff tomorrow? Maybe?
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Self Help Radio 032015: Twins
(Original image here)
I wasn't in town on Friday, so I didn't get to helm this week's Self Help Radio, but an unlikely pair named Macy & Maria did, & the show went great. Alas, I have no recording of it, so you're just going to have to stare at the playlist & wish you'd have been there.
I thank the two Ms for doing a great show! & I thank you for listening in my absence - & for not judging me too harshly when you hear I'm nowhere near as fun as they were!
playlist:
"The Twin Of An Angel" Freddie Hart _Trip To Heaven_
"Twin Cinema" The New Pornographers _Twin Cinema_
"Doppleganger" Nits _Doppelganger_
"Two Faced Twin" Gregory & The Hawk _Moenie & Kitchi_
"Golden Twin" Wild Ones _PDX Pop Now_
"Twin Flames (ft. Rachel Levy)" Blackbird Blackbird _Halo_
"Somewhat Conceivable's Evil Twin" The Barmitzvah Brothers _The Century Of Invention_
"Twin Killers" Deerhoof _The Runners Four_
"Twins" Happy New Year _Happy New Year_
"Doppelganger" Freezepop _Imaginary Friends_
"Quarm & Charm, The Robot Twins" Momus _The Philosophy Of Momus_
"Europa & The Pilot Twins" Thomas Dolby _The Golden Age Of Warriors_
"Siamese Twins" The Cure _Pornography__
"Twintown" The Chesterfields _Crocodile Tears_
"Deverall Twins" Blackbox Recorder _The Facts Of Life_
"The Twins (Prague)" Max Richter _Memoryhouse_
"Twin Of Myself" Black Moth Super Rainbow _Eating Us_
"Twins" Pure Bathing Culture _Autumn (Or What it Feels Like To Fall)_
"The Farival Twins" Liechtenstein _Fast Forward_
"Twins" Lia Ises _Necima_
"I Wish I Had An Evil Twin" The Magnetic Fields _i_
"Twin Cities" Hungry Kids Of Hungary _You're A Shadow_
"Twins" Little Richard & Philip Bailey _Twins Original Movie Soundtrack_
"Identical Twins" Half Japanese _Greatest Hits_
"Doppelganger" The Antlers _Familiars_
"I Wish I Were Twins" Fats Waller _1929-1934_
"Me & My Shadow" Frank Sinatra & Sammy Davis Jr _Me & My Shadow_
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Whither Twins?
I meant to write in my dumb blog every day during my vacation but spent the day yesterday with an old friend (& later, with her new boyfriend, who is a newish friend) so between my sunburned face & the beer I consumed last night, I never quite made it to a computer. That was nice.
Anyway, I had nothing of real value to say so I would've just said "Today was nice." So pretend this is a Wednesday & you've accidentally stumbled onto this dumb blog, & here is what is says: Today was nice.
I did want to stop in & remind you that tomorrow from 7-9am (the regular time) Macy & Maria will be hosting Self Help Radio with a show about twins. I like their show a lot - it's regularly on Sundays at 2pm on RFL - & asked them personally to do the show. They had wanted to fake-interview me like I fake-interview lots of folks (including them a couple of times), but our schedules didn't work before I took off. I'm sure they're going to be great.
They have chosen the theme "twins" because the two of them finish each other's sentences, say the same thing simultaneously, & (for all the hell I know) dream the same dreams. They are not twins, & I think just met in college, but they're obviously close in a way that really, only people in their twenties &/or real twins can be. So it should be a blast!
Interestingly, I have a little brother, who's a year younger than I am, & growing up it was said we resembled one another. People would often ask if we were twins. We weren't, & as time went by it became increasingly evident that we weren't very much like each other, even if we did kind of have similar faces. Unlike Macy & Maria, who want to celebrate their closeness, my little brother & I began to resent anyone who asked if we were twins. Which might have bred a little resentment for each other in us - as if the other were deliberately trying to look/be/act like that in order to sabotage the individual self we were both sure we were. Naturally, we had a lot of similarities - we were related, for fuck's sake - but I have a sense we grew apart in some way because we were regularly thought to be so close. Like most of my brothers, I haven't spoken to my little brother in years. There's no reason to think this aspect of our childhood was responsible for that, but it sure didn't help.
I have twin nephews who seem close, however. I wonder if Macy & Maria will talk about this sort of thing tomorrow? I will try to listen & find out - you do the same!
Anyway, I had nothing of real value to say so I would've just said "Today was nice." So pretend this is a Wednesday & you've accidentally stumbled onto this dumb blog, & here is what is says: Today was nice.
I did want to stop in & remind you that tomorrow from 7-9am (the regular time) Macy & Maria will be hosting Self Help Radio with a show about twins. I like their show a lot - it's regularly on Sundays at 2pm on RFL - & asked them personally to do the show. They had wanted to fake-interview me like I fake-interview lots of folks (including them a couple of times), but our schedules didn't work before I took off. I'm sure they're going to be great.
They have chosen the theme "twins" because the two of them finish each other's sentences, say the same thing simultaneously, & (for all the hell I know) dream the same dreams. They are not twins, & I think just met in college, but they're obviously close in a way that really, only people in their twenties &/or real twins can be. So it should be a blast!
Interestingly, I have a little brother, who's a year younger than I am, & growing up it was said we resembled one another. People would often ask if we were twins. We weren't, & as time went by it became increasingly evident that we weren't very much like each other, even if we did kind of have similar faces. Unlike Macy & Maria, who want to celebrate their closeness, my little brother & I began to resent anyone who asked if we were twins. Which might have bred a little resentment for each other in us - as if the other were deliberately trying to look/be/act like that in order to sabotage the individual self we were both sure we were. Naturally, we had a lot of similarities - we were related, for fuck's sake - but I have a sense we grew apart in some way because we were regularly thought to be so close. Like most of my brothers, I haven't spoken to my little brother in years. There's no reason to think this aspect of our childhood was responsible for that, but it sure didn't help.
I have twin nephews who seem close, however. I wonder if Macy & Maria will talk about this sort of thing tomorrow? I will try to listen & find out - you do the same!
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Notes On Vacation
Drove six hours today. Some observations:
1) I don't have the stamina I once did in regards to driving. When I was younger, I could drive for eight hours at a stretch; I got behind the wheel today & within minutes I was thinking about sleeping.
2) The old tricks for staying awake while driving - looking around, loads of caffeine - work with diminishing returns.
3) Bad drivers outnumber decent drivers a thousand to one. I don't want to cast aspersions on one group or region because it no longer matters. Bad drivers swarm the American highways like gnats. & gnats are widely known as the assholes of the insect world.
4) This is not (as far as I know) proven by any studies, but I believe perhaps 50% of bad driving could be ameliorated by proper use of the turn signal.
5) The older I get, the more I want to go other places; the more I go other places, the more I worry about my cats. They are hating on me right now.
6) I forgot this was just supposed to be about driving, but if I read this before the next time I travel: Hey, dipshit! Remember to bring a comb!
I am ready to vacate now! Is that the proper use of the verb form of vacation? I hope so! Otherwise it sounds desperate or gross.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Taking The Week Off
This week I'm going to be out of town - I'm going to see one of my favorite comics, Bo Burnham, & I also found out that a band I dig, Twerps, will be playing as well, so I'll get to see them too - but Self Help Radio will still be around, as darling RFL deejays Macy & Maria will be hosting the show.
Maybe you've heard their show? It's great! They're best friends, & roommates, & so close they often say the same thing at the same time & finish each other's sentences. So, naturally, they're going to do a show about twins.
I am happy to leave the show in their capable hands. I am not so happy that they'll probably do a much better show than I usually do & you'll realize how bad I really am at this thing I've spent almost thirteen years doing.
But I need a week off. A road trip. A comedy show. Ethiopian food. Long dog walks out of state & out of the way. Great vegan pizza. Quiet moments with a book. Vacation.
Don't forget about me! Please listen to Maria & Macy's show!
Maybe you've heard their show? It's great! They're best friends, & roommates, & so close they often say the same thing at the same time & finish each other's sentences. So, naturally, they're going to do a show about twins.
I am happy to leave the show in their capable hands. I am not so happy that they'll probably do a much better show than I usually do & you'll realize how bad I really am at this thing I've spent almost thirteen years doing.
But I need a week off. A road trip. A comedy show. Ethiopian food. Long dog walks out of state & out of the way. Great vegan pizza. Quiet moments with a book. Vacation.
Don't forget about me! Please listen to Maria & Macy's show!
Friday, March 13, 2015
Self Help Radio 031315: Faith
(Original image here.)
I have come in good faith to present to you this week's show, which was about faith. Indeed, I have faithfully preserved it as it was broadcast & in high fidelity sound made it available for your listening pleasure. Truly, it is allegedly enjoyable to people of all faiths, or of no faith, or both, or neither. Have I made every possible reference to faith in this silly paragraph? Good!
The show is now available for listening, faithful one, at the Self Help Radio website. Please pay attention to username/password (SHR/selfhelp) combination required to access the shows. The songs I played are listed below.
As always, thanks for listening! Oh man, I should've said, "Thanks for keeping the faith!" But my delete button doesn't work. I can never go back.
(part one)
"Faith" Dion _The Complete Laurie Singles_
"Faith" The Charade _A Real Life Drama_
"Faith" Kristin Hersh _Sky Motel_
"Faith, Hope, & Trust" Faye Ross _Romark Records: Kent Harrris' Soul Sides_
"Faith, Hope & Charity" Fun Boy Three _Fame_
"(Do You Ever Get Tired Of) Keeping The Faith?" Jail Weddings _Meltdown: A Declaration Of Unpopular Emotion_
"I Keep Faith" Billy Bragg _Mr. Love & Justice_
"Faith" Sex Clark Five _Strum & Drum_
"Don't Lose The Faith" The Dears _No Cities Left_
"Don't Lose Faith In Me Lord" Eric Mercury _The Complete Stax-Volt Soul Singles: 1972-1975_
"Have Faith In Me" Eula Cooper _Eccentric Soul: The Tragar & Note Labels_
"Have A Little Faith In People" The Lodger _Flashbacks_
"Blind Faith" The Monroes _The Monroes_
"No Faith" David J _Urban Urbane_
(part two)
"True Faith" New Order _True Faith_
"Faith" The Boy Least Likely To _The Best B Sides Ever_
"Faith" Shack _Zilch_
"Ever Had A Little Faith?" Belle & Sebastian _Girls In Peacetime Want To Dance_
"Growing Faith" White Fence _Is Growing Faith_
"Ye Of Little Faith" Folk Family Revival _Unfolding_
"Leap Of Faith" The Individuals _Fields/Aquamarine_
"Losing Faith" The Shining Hour _Postcards From Home_
"Losing Faith" Love Dance _Result_
"Keep Your Faith Baby" Chuck Bridges _SuperFunk: Rare Funk From Deep In The Crates_
"Faith" The Cure _Faith_
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Whither Faith?
My mother always tells me, "There are three things you should never talk about, & that's religion, politics, or sports."
My response is always, "Oh, three things people care deeply about!"
It might not surprise you that I never follow her advice. Certainly not here!
There's something, therefore, it might be important to ask, "Why would someone who really doesn't have any faith do a radio show about faith?"
Because - spoiler alert - I don't really have any faith at all. I have no real religion or religious beliefs, & when asked by believers I tell them I don't believe in anything supernatural. When I hear people talking about "god," I usually ask them which one they're talking about. Because it seems to me weird that even people who claim not to believe usually talk about a god assuming it's the one their culture has agreed upon, even though there have been many, many gods in human history. & I'd hate to disrespect someone who's waxing eloquent about their god & make some sort of faux pas because I didn't clarify whether they're talking about Yahweh or Jupiter.
That doesn't explain why I'm doing a show about faith. I'm pretending to be having an argument here, so I'll list two defenses of my show I don't really need.
1) It's in my nature to explore things that I don't necessarily agree with/believe in. I'm a vegan, & haven't eaten meat since I was 18, but I've done a show about butchers before. I'm sure there were other shows about things that I don't endorse, condone, care for, care about, or have ambivalent feelings around. Some of my shows, in case you haven't noticed, are about dumb things. It's true!
2) It turns out most people don't write songs that resemble theological discussions. Most songs about faith, actually, are about having faith in someone, or not having faith in someone, rather than the sort of faith we associate with a religious belief.
I will talk about religious faith. Some of my "guests" (you must know they're just friends pretending to be experts, right?) will talk about religious faith. But mostly the show will be about fidelity to someone rather than to a deity.
Do I need to have faith in anything to have a show like that? Nah. In the same way I can do a show about soldiers & never have served. What a marvelous world this can be.
The show is on tomorrow morning from 7-9 am on 88.1 fm WRFL in Lexington & online simultaneously at the station's website. It will find its way some time later in the day to the show's website. Either way, you'll have an opportunity to hear it if you want. You don't need faith to believe that!
My response is always, "Oh, three things people care deeply about!"
It might not surprise you that I never follow her advice. Certainly not here!
There's something, therefore, it might be important to ask, "Why would someone who really doesn't have any faith do a radio show about faith?"
Because - spoiler alert - I don't really have any faith at all. I have no real religion or religious beliefs, & when asked by believers I tell them I don't believe in anything supernatural. When I hear people talking about "god," I usually ask them which one they're talking about. Because it seems to me weird that even people who claim not to believe usually talk about a god assuming it's the one their culture has agreed upon, even though there have been many, many gods in human history. & I'd hate to disrespect someone who's waxing eloquent about their god & make some sort of faux pas because I didn't clarify whether they're talking about Yahweh or Jupiter.
That doesn't explain why I'm doing a show about faith. I'm pretending to be having an argument here, so I'll list two defenses of my show I don't really need.
1) It's in my nature to explore things that I don't necessarily agree with/believe in. I'm a vegan, & haven't eaten meat since I was 18, but I've done a show about butchers before. I'm sure there were other shows about things that I don't endorse, condone, care for, care about, or have ambivalent feelings around. Some of my shows, in case you haven't noticed, are about dumb things. It's true!
2) It turns out most people don't write songs that resemble theological discussions. Most songs about faith, actually, are about having faith in someone, or not having faith in someone, rather than the sort of faith we associate with a religious belief.
I will talk about religious faith. Some of my "guests" (you must know they're just friends pretending to be experts, right?) will talk about religious faith. But mostly the show will be about fidelity to someone rather than to a deity.
Do I need to have faith in anything to have a show like that? Nah. In the same way I can do a show about soldiers & never have served. What a marvelous world this can be.
The show is on tomorrow morning from 7-9 am on 88.1 fm WRFL in Lexington & online simultaneously at the station's website. It will find its way some time later in the day to the show's website. Either way, you'll have an opportunity to hear it if you want. You don't need faith to believe that!
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Preface To Faith: Faith-Based
I'm not going to get to play this on my show this week, because it's only got a section of it that deals with faith, this week's theme. But I like it a lot, & it's by the great George Carlin, from his book When Will Jesus Bring The Pork Chops?. It's part of the audio book, the section called "Activist Language."
Let's see if I can embed it on the blog properly...
Yes? Good? Enjoy!
Let's see if I can embed it on the blog properly...
Yes? Good? Enjoy!
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Awful Catty In Here
I don't mean to complain, but boy do I have a lot of cats. Someone told the wife that all our cats look the same. They don't. There's a picture of them below. Four of them are still with us. One thing they do all have in common is names that begin with the letter B.
I don't know why that is. It's just something that happened.
A million years ago, I was dating a girl named Lauren. She had taken to feeding this obese gray cat with a broken tail outside her apartment. She called her "Owl" or "Owl Baby" most of the time. But we never officially named her. We didn't know if she were a boy or girl, actually, until Lauren managed to capture her & take her to the vet to be spayed. At some point in time - it seemed like years because we were both young but was probably just a few weeks - a beautiful young cat showed up, & he must've been more domesticated, because Lauren was able to catch him quite easily & took him to get neutered.
There, she found out he had feline leukemia. So she decided to keep him indoors, since he could spread the disease to other cats & also his health would worsen in the cruel outdoor world. I named him Blue Boy because I was reading a book by Jean Giono at the time with that as the title; its original title was Jean le Bleu.
My wife Magda lets me name all our pets, too, which I find weird. Why did Lauren let me name her cat? She did, though. All the cats in this story got named by me.
Lauren moved from her apartment to a duplex some time thereafter, & took both cats with her. Her roommate had two big dogs, golden retrievers if I recall correctly. The cats effectively lived in her room with her. We broke up, sort of, soon after she moved to that duplex, which was weird, because she now lived just two blocks away from me. She decided to travel for the Christmas vacation, & asked if I could feed her cats. She said she didn't know her roommate too well, & felt weird about asking her. She never thought that it might be weird for me to enter a stranger's house regularly to clean a litter box & feed cats. But I did it, because I loved the cats, & was still very much in love with Lauren.
Owl Girl (as we had started calling her) would eat readily when I came, but Blue Boy needed lots of love. While I petted him, the big girl ate all his food. Since I lived two blocks away, & since Blue Boy was amazingly sweet, I just carried him home & fed him there. When Lauren returned, she didn't ask for him back. So he became my first cat.
A few years & a couple of girlfriends, later, I went to Dallas to visit my mother with a beautiful woman named Susan. One of my sisters had a boy tabby kitten she wanted me to take home, & my other sister had a cute tortoise-shell girl cat she wanted me to adopt, so I impetuously decided to adopt both of them, & Susan got to ride back from Dallas with two tiny kittens sleeping in her lap. The girl was given to my friends Joe & Suloni. I kept the boy, whom I named after one of my idols, Buster Keaton. Buster Kitten. Get it?
Blue Boy died a year after I got Buster. He eventually was unable to eat anything, & just wasted away. I am still wracked with guilt about his last days. It's very hard to write about because for a long period there, Blue Boy was my best friend. I thought Buster would be good for him but he probably wasn't. Maybe one day I'll write about how I did just about everything wrong with Blue Boy's condition.
After Blue Boy died, I had Buster tested for feline leukemia. I was so grateful when he tested negative. Blue Boy & Buster did play a lot - Blue Boy was around five years old, & Buster was a kitten.
Buster & I lived together for maybe a year when I adopted Beatrice. I named her that because she was so beautiful & I felt that I would travel through hell to find her. She was pretty much raised by Buster, & she has really only loved the two of us her entire life. When she was a kitten, she would make these mad runs up the curtain in the duplex I lived in. When I would close the curtains on a sunny day, little beams of light would shine through from her claw-holes. When I moved out of the place, I made sure I
left the curtains open when my landlord came by. I wanted to get some of my deposit back.
Buster & Beatrice got to be the only two cats I had for a very long time, although I had met a girl with a dog by this point, & another dog appeared four years after I got Beatrice. Two years after that, the girl with the dogs who was now living with me called me from her veterinarian's office & asked if she could bring another cat home. This would be a black monster whom I called Bolan, because he seemed to be born to boogie.
Buster died too young of something called FIP. I wrote about it on this blog at the time. It was, in many ways, harder than Blue Boy's death, since it came on so quickly. I was just looking at pictures of him. I miss his drooly face so much.
We had adopted another beagle by then, & when the family moved to West Virginia, we were two humans, two cats, & three dogs. In West Virginia, a colleague of the woman who was now my wife brought a completely fuzzy thing to our house. They called her Elizabeth, & wanted us to adopt her, because she was living outside in a barn in Ohio, & the wife begged me to let her in. I changed her name to Bronte because she has a strange elegance & didn't seem to be from our time. By this point, of course, I was actively looking for names that started with the letter B.
She, it turned out, has asthma, & that story will have to wait for a different post. But she did turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to Bolan. The two of them spend a great deal of time together. Their affection for one another is downright shameless.
& I guess it's been almost a year - or it will be, in April - that we adopted the most recent of the cats in this place. Did I tell the story here? Yes, I did. He was a Kentucky adventurer, & so he earned the name of Boone. He & Bolan get along very well, & the wife adores him.
I have to say again: it's rather catty in this place - Beatrice, at nearly 15, is the oldest; Bolan, at almost nine, is the the male patriarch; Bronte, at seven & a half, is the little sister; & Boone, at maybe three? two? is the baby of the house, but only just - a vet told us he was between one & two when we got him, & I gave him the real Daniel Boone's birthday.
Seriously, though. Awful catty in here.
I don't know why that is. It's just something that happened.
A million years ago, I was dating a girl named Lauren. She had taken to feeding this obese gray cat with a broken tail outside her apartment. She called her "Owl" or "Owl Baby" most of the time. But we never officially named her. We didn't know if she were a boy or girl, actually, until Lauren managed to capture her & take her to the vet to be spayed. At some point in time - it seemed like years because we were both young but was probably just a few weeks - a beautiful young cat showed up, & he must've been more domesticated, because Lauren was able to catch him quite easily & took him to get neutered.
There, she found out he had feline leukemia. So she decided to keep him indoors, since he could spread the disease to other cats & also his health would worsen in the cruel outdoor world. I named him Blue Boy because I was reading a book by Jean Giono at the time with that as the title; its original title was Jean le Bleu.
My wife Magda lets me name all our pets, too, which I find weird. Why did Lauren let me name her cat? She did, though. All the cats in this story got named by me.
Lauren moved from her apartment to a duplex some time thereafter, & took both cats with her. Her roommate had two big dogs, golden retrievers if I recall correctly. The cats effectively lived in her room with her. We broke up, sort of, soon after she moved to that duplex, which was weird, because she now lived just two blocks away from me. She decided to travel for the Christmas vacation, & asked if I could feed her cats. She said she didn't know her roommate too well, & felt weird about asking her. She never thought that it might be weird for me to enter a stranger's house regularly to clean a litter box & feed cats. But I did it, because I loved the cats, & was still very much in love with Lauren.
Owl Girl (as we had started calling her) would eat readily when I came, but Blue Boy needed lots of love. While I petted him, the big girl ate all his food. Since I lived two blocks away, & since Blue Boy was amazingly sweet, I just carried him home & fed him there. When Lauren returned, she didn't ask for him back. So he became my first cat.
A few years & a couple of girlfriends, later, I went to Dallas to visit my mother with a beautiful woman named Susan. One of my sisters had a boy tabby kitten she wanted me to take home, & my other sister had a cute tortoise-shell girl cat she wanted me to adopt, so I impetuously decided to adopt both of them, & Susan got to ride back from Dallas with two tiny kittens sleeping in her lap. The girl was given to my friends Joe & Suloni. I kept the boy, whom I named after one of my idols, Buster Keaton. Buster Kitten. Get it?
Blue Boy died a year after I got Buster. He eventually was unable to eat anything, & just wasted away. I am still wracked with guilt about his last days. It's very hard to write about because for a long period there, Blue Boy was my best friend. I thought Buster would be good for him but he probably wasn't. Maybe one day I'll write about how I did just about everything wrong with Blue Boy's condition.
After Blue Boy died, I had Buster tested for feline leukemia. I was so grateful when he tested negative. Blue Boy & Buster did play a lot - Blue Boy was around five years old, & Buster was a kitten.
Buster & I lived together for maybe a year when I adopted Beatrice. I named her that because she was so beautiful & I felt that I would travel through hell to find her. She was pretty much raised by Buster, & she has really only loved the two of us her entire life. When she was a kitten, she would make these mad runs up the curtain in the duplex I lived in. When I would close the curtains on a sunny day, little beams of light would shine through from her claw-holes. When I moved out of the place, I made sure I
left the curtains open when my landlord came by. I wanted to get some of my deposit back.
Buster & Beatrice got to be the only two cats I had for a very long time, although I had met a girl with a dog by this point, & another dog appeared four years after I got Beatrice. Two years after that, the girl with the dogs who was now living with me called me from her veterinarian's office & asked if she could bring another cat home. This would be a black monster whom I called Bolan, because he seemed to be born to boogie.
Buster died too young of something called FIP. I wrote about it on this blog at the time. It was, in many ways, harder than Blue Boy's death, since it came on so quickly. I was just looking at pictures of him. I miss his drooly face so much.
We had adopted another beagle by then, & when the family moved to West Virginia, we were two humans, two cats, & three dogs. In West Virginia, a colleague of the woman who was now my wife brought a completely fuzzy thing to our house. They called her Elizabeth, & wanted us to adopt her, because she was living outside in a barn in Ohio, & the wife begged me to let her in. I changed her name to Bronte because she has a strange elegance & didn't seem to be from our time. By this point, of course, I was actively looking for names that started with the letter B.
She, it turned out, has asthma, & that story will have to wait for a different post. But she did turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to Bolan. The two of them spend a great deal of time together. Their affection for one another is downright shameless.
& I guess it's been almost a year - or it will be, in April - that we adopted the most recent of the cats in this place. Did I tell the story here? Yes, I did. He was a Kentucky adventurer, & so he earned the name of Boone. He & Bolan get along very well, & the wife adores him.
I have to say again: it's rather catty in this place - Beatrice, at nearly 15, is the oldest; Bolan, at almost nine, is the the male patriarch; Bronte, at seven & a half, is the little sister; & Boone, at maybe three? two? is the baby of the house, but only just - a vet told us he was between one & two when we got him, & I gave him the real Daniel Boone's birthday.
Seriously, though. Awful catty in here.
Monday, March 09, 2015
Twin Obsessions
In-between the listening & searching that is required for my dumb radio show, as well as my daily listen to new stuff I've acquired, I've spent the past couple or three days returning to two particular artists. In no particular order.
I've been listening to the Mountain Goats a lot recently. It started last week when, tasked with shoveling snow, I grabbed my iPod & it was the first band, on random, that I heard. I stopped the random nonsense & listened to The Sunset Tree & Transcendental Youth in their entirety. (There was a lot of damn snow.) Today I prepared dinner while listening to Get Lonely, which is sparse, unsparing record, not as bleak as The Sunset Tree, but still dark. Dark.
The other is Momus' new album, Turpsycore. Well, a third of Momus' new album. It's three discs, one of Momus originals, one of covers of Howard DeVoto/Magazine covers, & one of Bowie covers. I have found I can't yet get beyond the Bowie covers. They're so brilliant. They feel right.
Marc Bolan, in a T.Rex song, once sang, "Deep in my heart, there's a room that can hold just about all of you." Sometimes I'm amazed at how much music I hold in my heart. I'm a hoarder in that sense.
I've been listening to the Mountain Goats a lot recently. It started last week when, tasked with shoveling snow, I grabbed my iPod & it was the first band, on random, that I heard. I stopped the random nonsense & listened to The Sunset Tree & Transcendental Youth in their entirety. (There was a lot of damn snow.) Today I prepared dinner while listening to Get Lonely, which is sparse, unsparing record, not as bleak as The Sunset Tree, but still dark. Dark.
The other is Momus' new album, Turpsycore. Well, a third of Momus' new album. It's three discs, one of Momus originals, one of covers of Howard DeVoto/Magazine covers, & one of Bowie covers. I have found I can't yet get beyond the Bowie covers. They're so brilliant. They feel right.
Marc Bolan, in a T.Rex song, once sang, "Deep in my heart, there's a room that can hold just about all of you." Sometimes I'm amazed at how much music I hold in my heart. I'm a hoarder in that sense.
Friday, March 06, 2015
Self Help Radio 030615: Shut Up
Actually, I talked a lot (how unusual) so being told through song to shut up over & over does not seem to work. I believe you're safe from offense. This time. I'm pretty glad, however, that FCC rules (plus, probably, actuals songs) preclude me from doing a show with the theme "go fuck yourself."
The show can now be listened to at the old Self Help Radio website. Pay attention to password/login info! The show is in two parts (as you will see) & the songs I played are below.
It's just a radio show! You don't have to shut up if you don't want to!
Thanks for listening. I'll shut up now.
(part one)
"Shut Up" The Slaves _The Essential Pebbles, Volume Three: European Garage_
"Shut Up" The Monks _Black Monk Time_
"Shut Up" Graduate _Acting My Age_
"Shut Up Woman" Bo Diddley _Tales From The Funk Dimension 1970-1973_
"Shut Your Mouth" Joe Sims & Clarence Williams _The Rise & Fall Of Paramount Records, Vol. 1: 1917-1927_
"Shut Up Sidney" Denim _Denim On Ice_
"Put Up Or Shut Up" Little Jonna Jaye _Jukebox & Doo Wop Girls, Vol. 8_
"Shut Up & Drink Your Beer" Merle Travis _Guitar Rags & A Too Fast Past_
"Mama Keep Your Big Mouth Shut" Ugly Ducklings _Somewhere Outside_
"Shut Up" Jet Black Factory _House Blessing_
"Shut The Funk Up" The Bar-Kays _Flying High On Your Love_
"Shut Up & Quit Talking" Gene Marshall _The Human Breakdown Of Absurdity_
"Shut Up & Dance" Pearl Harbor & The Explosions _Pearl Harbor & The Explosions_
(part two)
"Shut Up & Listen" Age Of Chance _One Thousand Years Of Trouble_
"Shut Up & Let Me Go" The Ting Tings _We Started Nothing_
"Shut Up & Kiss Me" Pony Up! _Pony Up!_
"Shaddup You Face" Joe Dolce _Shaddap You Face_
"Shut-Ups" The Wild-Tones _Las Vegas Grind, Vol. 1_
"Keep Your Big Mouth Shut" Jesse Stone _Get It While You Can_
"Please Shut Up" The Rondelles _The Fox_
"Tell That Girl To Shut Up" Holly & The Italians _Poptopia! Power Pop Classics Of The '80s_
"World Shut Your Mouth" Julian Cope _Saint Julian_
"Learning To Keep My Mouth Shut" How Many Beans Make Five _One Last Look_
"Shut Your Mouth" The Ordinary Boys _How To Get Everything You Ever Wanted In Ten Easy Steps_
"Shut Up" Tania Rivas _Shut Up_
"I Love You, Shut Up" Boyracer _Go Flexi Crazy_
Thursday, March 05, 2015
Whither Shut Up?
The view from my front door this morning
Jeezy chreezy. Another record snowfall. I feebly helped my amazing super-strong wife dig out our ridiculously long driveway so I'd be able to make it out in the morning, but there's no guarantee that, once I've left the warm, relatively safe bounds of my home, I won't get stuck in the ice & snow somewhere on the way to the station & freeze to death in my car.
Shut up, Gary! You'll make it!
We'll see. The weird thing is, I'm a huge pessimist, but part of me couldn't believe the weather would get as bad as this. Granted, we are forecast to be free of snow for the next few days, & the temperatures will rise, so this snow won't stay as long as the last snow (the sun even made it out today), but there was a naïve part of me that said, "It can't possibly get as bad as it did two weeks ago."
Two weeks ago! Holy cracker on a cheese stick!
Tomorrow's rude show will, I hope, go as planned. It's on from 7 to 9am (when I am traveling to the station around 6:30 in the morning, it's supposed to be -1 degrees Fahrenheit) on WRFL in Lexington at 88.1 fm & online at wrfl dot fm. If I make it home alive, I'll put it on my website toot suite.
I was supposed to talk about something else today, I'm sorry. I just have snow shoveling on my mind. If I were a songwriter, I would've written fifteen songs about snow shoveling already. I am wiped out.
Wednesday, March 04, 2015
Preface To Shut Up: Shut Up All Over The World
As I write this, there's a winter storm heading our way. The initial estimates of a foot to a foot & a half of snow falling on Lexington overnight have been rounded down to a foot, but having just lived through the worst snowfall in seventeen years in the city, you may well imagine how exhausted everyone here feels. Watching weather radar is a weird habit to develop.
So I am glad for the distraction, & weirded out/happy I found a website, called youswear dot com, which has an entry called How to say shut up in any language!. I'm sure the first thing you want to do when you're in a foreign country is sharpen your rudeness skills. Or maybe this is for online arguments?
It's not a very good list, alas. From the first entry, which suggests that in American English we say "Voldemort's nipple" as a means of quieting someone, to the weird designation of "Firefly" as a language, the list looks like it may have been cobbled together from a drunken night of sloppily researching the Urban Dictionary. Though I suspect I am insulting the fine contributors to that modern online marvel.
Are you going to make me use Yahoo answers? Please don't.
At this point, you might be asking, why in the world would anyone do a radio show about such an unpleasant phrase? No one ever wants to be told to shut up. It's the sort of thing one says in anger or in frustration. But I suppose I can answer that question tomorrow.
Meanwhile: Here's a profile of WRFL, where I deejay. It's nice!
So I am glad for the distraction, & weirded out/happy I found a website, called youswear dot com, which has an entry called How to say shut up in any language!. I'm sure the first thing you want to do when you're in a foreign country is sharpen your rudeness skills. Or maybe this is for online arguments?
It's not a very good list, alas. From the first entry, which suggests that in American English we say "Voldemort's nipple" as a means of quieting someone, to the weird designation of "Firefly" as a language, the list looks like it may have been cobbled together from a drunken night of sloppily researching the Urban Dictionary. Though I suspect I am insulting the fine contributors to that modern online marvel.
Are you going to make me use Yahoo answers? Please don't.
At this point, you might be asking, why in the world would anyone do a radio show about such an unpleasant phrase? No one ever wants to be told to shut up. It's the sort of thing one says in anger or in frustration. But I suppose I can answer that question tomorrow.
Meanwhile: Here's a profile of WRFL, where I deejay. It's nice!
Tuesday, March 03, 2015
Thank You Note
I am pretty terrible at promoting my radio show, which may be because I am a little ashamed of it, so I hope you don't mind if I take a second to write about it on this blog that I'm sure is only read by a few odd sorts.
You know about my website. I think there's a link to it on this very blog, besides the one I just added. Plus it has links to almost everything I'm going to link to below.
Like my Twitter account. I don't do much there, just let people on Twitter know what I'm playing during my show, but occasionally I make an observation that, probably, isn't all that funny.
Then there's the show's Facebook page. I don't do a lot of stuff there, either. I just let folks know when I'm going to be on the air, & then I let them know when the show makes it to my web site. Sometimes I post videos. Or links to a pertinent blog entry. I should do more. I don't know why I don't do more.
Both of those links work whether you "follow" the show on Twitter or "like" the show on Facebook, but if you do either of those things, it makes me happy. I'm silly that way.
Something else you don't have to follow is my Tumblr page. I put my amateur photos on that page. It has nothing to do with the radio show at all. I have three dogs & four cats so there are lots of photos of them. Lots. But also other dumb things that caught my eye.
Here's one last link that I don't think I've ever shared: this link is to my personal Facebook page. If you'd like to be my friend on Facebook. I post the same pictures I put on the Tumblr page plus funny internet detritus. I also tell folks there when I am doing a show, & also when a show is on my web site. When I sub a show on RFL, I mention it exclusively on the Facebook page. That's one thing I only do there.
Hmm. I don't know exactly why you'd want to be friends with me on Facebook, but I thought I should go ahead & put it out there. If you think I'll regret it, I'll just note that I regret pretty much everything.
You already knew that.
You know about my website. I think there's a link to it on this very blog, besides the one I just added. Plus it has links to almost everything I'm going to link to below.
Like my Twitter account. I don't do much there, just let people on Twitter know what I'm playing during my show, but occasionally I make an observation that, probably, isn't all that funny.
Then there's the show's Facebook page. I don't do a lot of stuff there, either. I just let folks know when I'm going to be on the air, & then I let them know when the show makes it to my web site. Sometimes I post videos. Or links to a pertinent blog entry. I should do more. I don't know why I don't do more.
Both of those links work whether you "follow" the show on Twitter or "like" the show on Facebook, but if you do either of those things, it makes me happy. I'm silly that way.
Something else you don't have to follow is my Tumblr page. I put my amateur photos on that page. It has nothing to do with the radio show at all. I have three dogs & four cats so there are lots of photos of them. Lots. But also other dumb things that caught my eye.
Here's one last link that I don't think I've ever shared: this link is to my personal Facebook page. If you'd like to be my friend on Facebook. I post the same pictures I put on the Tumblr page plus funny internet detritus. I also tell folks there when I am doing a show, & also when a show is on my web site. When I sub a show on RFL, I mention it exclusively on the Facebook page. That's one thing I only do there.
Hmm. I don't know exactly why you'd want to be friends with me on Facebook, but I thought I should go ahead & put it out there. If you think I'll regret it, I'll just note that I regret pretty much everything.
You already knew that.
Monday, March 02, 2015
Leonard Nimoy R.I.P.
"I was saddened to learn of the passing of Leonard Nimoy, but not surprised, since Mr. Nimoy was 83 years of age. What has been surprising has been to learn that so many of my Facebook friends knew him personally."
Disregarding the first sentence, which is weirdly worded & a bit nonsensical (Nimoy's famous co-star William Shatner is 83 & seems in great health; the assumption that all 83 year olds are near death is a little dumb), it is very rare, I think, to see such an amazing example of someone who just really, really doesn't get it.
It may not be obvious to you, but I do know this friend couldn't give a shit about Star Trek or science fiction in general, so he can be forgiven. What he wrote is supposed to be a joke - somewhat barbed, I guess (in the Shatner "Get A Life" sort of way), but a joke nonetheless.
Here's the thing: it was the power of Nimoy's inhabiting of the character of Spock for decades that, for those of us who do get it, made you feel you knew him personally. There are great actors out there who are terrific, even stunning, in movie roles. But the minute I, as a child, became entranced by the super-strong, magic Vulcan-nerve-pinching, cold & logical, pointy-eared character on the screen, I was not simply going to thrill to the sort of thing a comic book loving nerd child would always love, like Lou Ferrigno as the Hulk or anyone holding a laser gun. No indeed. As I grew older, I came more & more to appreciate the nuance that Nimoy put into Spock. I came to see that, despite often silly plots & cheap-o sets, Nimoy's chemistry with William Shatner & DeForest Kelly made that show. So many plays, movies, television shows fail because there's no connection between the leads. Nimoy was instrumental in making us believe there could be such a thing as a half-human, half-Vulcan Science Officer on board a starship in the future. We shared his struggles. We cared about him.
I never saw Nimoy in person. I am a huge Star Trek nerd but have never been to a convention. But I have watched his performances & presentations on Youtube & read transcripts, & by all accounts, he was a kind, generous, warm, wise, & funny man. Buzzfeed gave us a list of 21 reasons why he was so awesome, & I have no reason to doubt any of it.
It's funny, he, as an actor, struggled with being typecast as this monumental character which he, in the 1970s, had no idea would become a cultural icon.
I took his death personally. I cried, I cried at the loss of someone I deeply loved. A true artist, as he was, has the capacity to make you feel as though he or she is someone with whom you have a personal relationship. It's not foolish, or delusional, to feel grief from such a loss. The connection is real.
I'm sad that I now have to live in a world without Leonard Nimoy. I am happy I got to grow up in a world that had Leonard Nimoy in it. Because of how great he was, he made me feel I knew him personally. & I think he would be flattered & humbled by that statement.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Self Help Radio 022715: The Mellow Show
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Against all odds, I, who have hardly experienced a state of mellowness in all my anxious years, managed to make a radio show about mellowness. Still, the prospect leaves me in quite a state!
Even if I am incapable of mellowness, I did play lots of great songs - some mellow, some talking about mellowness in its myriad forms, & I also talked to legendary broadcaster Dr. Mellow, & to Rupert Squirrel, a researcher who claims to have identified the seven stages of mellow. Also, we heard from our Hollywood know-it-all, Mark Miller. Frankly, there's too much mellow. If there can ever be such a thing.
The show is of course at the Self Help Radio website. It's divided into two parts, & I list below the songs in each part. Oh, do pay attention to login/password information. It's no secret - it's SHR/selfhelp - but it's not all that obvious, either. It's just a thing. A thing that I have to do.
Stay mellow! & if you're around here, stay warm!
(part one)
"Mellow" The Albertans _ New Age_
"Green Mello Hill" Angel Pavement _Collecting Peppermint Clouds Vol. 1_
"Wonder Where The Mellow Went" The Bleus _I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself_
"Low Mellow" Blind Teddy Darby _Blind Teddy Darby (1929-1937)_
"Mellow Apples" Big Joe Williams & Sonny Boy Williamson _Big Joe Williams & The Stars Of Mississippi Blues (1934 - 1951)_
"Mellow Song" Blur _13_
"Excess Rings Of Mellow Tones" Constantin Veis Presents The Glamorous Life Savers _Resurrected Elsewhere_
"Mellow Mama Blues" Dinah Washington _The Ladies In Blues_
"Mellow Fellow" Etta James _Queen Of Soul_
"She's A Mellow Mother For You (Joe McCoy, vocals)" Harlem Hamfats _1936-1939_
"Mellow Yellow" The Hardly Worthit Players _Boston Soul_
"Mellow Down Easy" Holly Golightly _Laugh It All Up!_
"You're Mellow" John Lee Hooker _The Vee-Jay Years_
(part two)
"A Mellow Goodtime" Lee Dorsey _The New Lee Dorsey_
"It's Got To Be Mellow" Leon Haywood _Beg Scream & Shout! The Big Ol' Box Of '60s Soul_
"Mellow Stuff" Lil Johnson _Complete Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 3 (1937)_
"Aged & Mellow Blues" Little Esther _Bad Baad Girl!_
"Loving You Is Mellow" Major Harris _My Way_
"Have You Never Been Mellow?" Me First & The Gimme Gimmes _Go Down Under_
"Mellow My Mind" Neil Young & Crazy Horse _Tonight's The Night_
"Fine & Mellow" Nina Simone _At Town Hall_
"Mellow Way You Treat Your Man" Ollie & The Nightingales _The Complete Stax-Volt Singles 1968-1971_
"Supermellofied" Peter & The Wolf _Mellow Owl_
"Mellow Together" Robyn Hitchcock _I Often Dream Of Trains_
"Jack, I'm Mellow" Trixie Smith _Reefer Songs: 16 Original Jazz Classics_
"Ain't That (Mellow, Mellow)" Willie Hutch _Foxy Brown_
"Mellow Love" Marc Bolan _Mellow Love_
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Whither Mellow?
Painting by Ryan Connor, taken from here
Why do a show about the concept of mellow?
To challenge myself. To try to do something the opposite of what I am. For I am not mellow. It is very unlikely you will ever come across me in a mellow state. I am uptight. Worried. Anxious. Concerned. Ill at ease. Restless.
Let me see this week how the other half exists. Let me celebrate a state of mind (sometimes drug-induced) that is an unfamiliar to me as languages of which I know just a few words. Because I think the possibility exists that I could one day mellow out. Become more mellow. & perhaps a show that's mellow can be the first step in that process.
Unless I don't want to be mellow? Unless it turns out it's an undesirable condition?
But how else will I know? A show about mellowness, then, shall be like exploratory surgery. Let's get in there & have a look around. What could possibly go wrong?
Tomorrow morning from 7-9 am on 88.1 fm WRFL in Lexington proper. Online at wrfl dot fm in the world improper.
You don't need to be mellow to listen. At least, I hope not!
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Preface To The Mellow Show: I Am Not A Mellow Person At All
I'm not a mellow person, it's true. I think I inherited my worrying nature - my pessimism - my inability to see the glass as even half-empty but rather about to fall to pieces - from my mother, a seriously old-fashioned & superstitious fatalist of the Western European variety. I was able to forego a great deal of the superstition - it simply didn't make any sense to me, & I am not good at taking people at their word for ridiculous shit - but the negative outlook toward the world stayed with me.
Here's an example of the superstition: my mother believes that putting shoes on a table is bad luck. She will seriously lose her shit if you put a shoe on a table (it doesn't have to be a pair). Granted, it's not terribly hygienic - shoes are usually pretty dirty - but I don't think that's what freaks her out. It's just really, really bad luck. Her mother made it clear to her & she's passed it on to her children. Superstition kinda works on that weird-ass Manchurian Candidate brainwashing-type level. It finds its way into you because of repeated exposures while you're in a suggestive state, i.e., young.
& so I ask her: how does it work? Is there a process that begins when the sole of a shoe touches the tabletop? Are demons immediately dispatched? Or does it somehow offend the Deity? Is the process physical or mystical? How can putting shoes on a table generate bad luck? & what is bad luck anyway?
My mother waves away such skepticism with a simple, "I don't know, I just know it's bad luck." That's why superstition - that's why anything supernatural, really - has never appealed to me. I'm a huge fan of absurdity & nonsense precisely because I understand why it's so ridiculous. But believing in it is neither funny nor attractive; it's the dangerous opposite of Groucho letting more people into the tiny stateroom, or trying to get a grant from the Ministry Of Silly Walks.
Something had to rub off, though. & my word, how much time I had to have spent as a child with my mother as she navigated a horrible divorce & the privations & stresses it caused! My mother is a talker, like me, & mostly she talks shit. She talks shit about people, about events, about anything. She is a massively disappointed person, but has a sweet tooth for the lurid. She loves Fox News not because she is politically conservative, but because they peddle fear first & foremost (as the other cable news channels do, but they do it more to her liking). Being German, she has a natural sense of schadenfreude, & I speak to her weekly, & it's a rare phone call that she's not tsk-tsk-ing someone I don't know anything about while simultaneously loving their unhappy state.
I hope I'm not that bad. Mainly I expect the worst. I know it can be exhausting. It's caused me to give up more than persevere when it comes to roadblocks & hurdles. I expect to - well, not fail, but certainly not to meet the goals I hoped to achieve. Unlike my mother, I tend to blame myself when things go wrong - I am not the hero of my life story that she is of hers.
Plus, I don't smoke pot. I understand that makes you hella mellow. Have I talked about this before? I find that I can't enjoy myself when I smoke pot, whereas I get somewhat mellow when I have had a couple of glasses of whiskey. Alcohol, thankfully, doesn't increase my rage or my sadness. It makes me more susceptible to emotion. That doesn't mean I mellow out - weeping during a movie is hardly a mellow thing - but it means there's the possibility I could.
Is the opposite of mellow out mellow in? What would that entail?
Does it feel like I am changing the subject? Because I didn't really want to talk about my mother today.
Here's an example of the superstition: my mother believes that putting shoes on a table is bad luck. She will seriously lose her shit if you put a shoe on a table (it doesn't have to be a pair). Granted, it's not terribly hygienic - shoes are usually pretty dirty - but I don't think that's what freaks her out. It's just really, really bad luck. Her mother made it clear to her & she's passed it on to her children. Superstition kinda works on that weird-ass Manchurian Candidate brainwashing-type level. It finds its way into you because of repeated exposures while you're in a suggestive state, i.e., young.
& so I ask her: how does it work? Is there a process that begins when the sole of a shoe touches the tabletop? Are demons immediately dispatched? Or does it somehow offend the Deity? Is the process physical or mystical? How can putting shoes on a table generate bad luck? & what is bad luck anyway?
My mother waves away such skepticism with a simple, "I don't know, I just know it's bad luck." That's why superstition - that's why anything supernatural, really - has never appealed to me. I'm a huge fan of absurdity & nonsense precisely because I understand why it's so ridiculous. But believing in it is neither funny nor attractive; it's the dangerous opposite of Groucho letting more people into the tiny stateroom, or trying to get a grant from the Ministry Of Silly Walks.
Something had to rub off, though. & my word, how much time I had to have spent as a child with my mother as she navigated a horrible divorce & the privations & stresses it caused! My mother is a talker, like me, & mostly she talks shit. She talks shit about people, about events, about anything. She is a massively disappointed person, but has a sweet tooth for the lurid. She loves Fox News not because she is politically conservative, but because they peddle fear first & foremost (as the other cable news channels do, but they do it more to her liking). Being German, she has a natural sense of schadenfreude, & I speak to her weekly, & it's a rare phone call that she's not tsk-tsk-ing someone I don't know anything about while simultaneously loving their unhappy state.
I hope I'm not that bad. Mainly I expect the worst. I know it can be exhausting. It's caused me to give up more than persevere when it comes to roadblocks & hurdles. I expect to - well, not fail, but certainly not to meet the goals I hoped to achieve. Unlike my mother, I tend to blame myself when things go wrong - I am not the hero of my life story that she is of hers.
Plus, I don't smoke pot. I understand that makes you hella mellow. Have I talked about this before? I find that I can't enjoy myself when I smoke pot, whereas I get somewhat mellow when I have had a couple of glasses of whiskey. Alcohol, thankfully, doesn't increase my rage or my sadness. It makes me more susceptible to emotion. That doesn't mean I mellow out - weeping during a movie is hardly a mellow thing - but it means there's the possibility I could.
Is the opposite of mellow out mellow in? What would that entail?
Does it feel like I am changing the subject? Because I didn't really want to talk about my mother today.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
I Had A Weird Moment
This morning I subbed someone's show on WRFL from 2 to 5am. I like being up when few people are awake (even though that of course means no one's listening). I like being at the station when no one's there. (Although this morning, there was an armed robbery at the convenience store where I buy a soda right before I went up to the station. I missed it by about a half hour.) So I will often cover late night shifts as a kind of meditation. Plus I can play music without worrying about a theme!
Last night I was rambling on the air, trying to be funny, & I made up this dumb thing about how my father used to wake me up at four in the morning to give me ridiculous trivia quizzes. (I was using it as a justification for giving a trivia quiz on the air at four in the morning.) It was completely untrue - after my parents separated before I turned four years old, I never slept in the same house as my father ever again. There is no way he could have woken me at four in the morning without stumbling through a house he didn't reside in & probably scaring the hell out of my mother & whatever siblings were around.
Also, my father wasn't someone who, as I recall him, talked a great deal. Perhaps I am remembering him wrong. He would use his turn in a conversation to crack wise & corny. When he would visit my little brother & me when we were children, he responded to every question we asked with a smart-ass answer. For example, when he was leaving, I'd say, "Where are you going?" & he'd respond, "To hell & back - you wanna go half-way?"
Some folks, I suppose, might have found that charming. I was usually confused. I was a kid.
But here's something I realized last night: I don't remember what my father's voice sounded like. I was saying on the air that if my father were still with us (he died in 1991), he'd continue to call me in the middle of the night, & I tried to imitate his voice. It hit me, live, on air, that I don't remember his voice!
It wasn't a sad thing. I'm not sad at all about it. It was just - strange. Strange to think I can remember how hundreds - if not thousands - of musicians' voices sound, the voices of actors, my friends, television people, etc. But not my father.
He spoke his last words to me probably twenty-five years ago, so that could explains it - but also he didn't say a whole lot to me in his lifetime. I'll bet one of my sisters has him on videotape somewhere - I'll ask, the next time I'm in Garland, to see. I think I'll be surprised - he probably doesn't sound in any way how I'd now guess he sounded.
Oh shit, & just think - if this were a hundred years ago, there might not even be the chance of a recording!
Last night I was rambling on the air, trying to be funny, & I made up this dumb thing about how my father used to wake me up at four in the morning to give me ridiculous trivia quizzes. (I was using it as a justification for giving a trivia quiz on the air at four in the morning.) It was completely untrue - after my parents separated before I turned four years old, I never slept in the same house as my father ever again. There is no way he could have woken me at four in the morning without stumbling through a house he didn't reside in & probably scaring the hell out of my mother & whatever siblings were around.
Also, my father wasn't someone who, as I recall him, talked a great deal. Perhaps I am remembering him wrong. He would use his turn in a conversation to crack wise & corny. When he would visit my little brother & me when we were children, he responded to every question we asked with a smart-ass answer. For example, when he was leaving, I'd say, "Where are you going?" & he'd respond, "To hell & back - you wanna go half-way?"
Some folks, I suppose, might have found that charming. I was usually confused. I was a kid.
But here's something I realized last night: I don't remember what my father's voice sounded like. I was saying on the air that if my father were still with us (he died in 1991), he'd continue to call me in the middle of the night, & I tried to imitate his voice. It hit me, live, on air, that I don't remember his voice!
It wasn't a sad thing. I'm not sad at all about it. It was just - strange. Strange to think I can remember how hundreds - if not thousands - of musicians' voices sound, the voices of actors, my friends, television people, etc. But not my father.
He spoke his last words to me probably twenty-five years ago, so that could explains it - but also he didn't say a whole lot to me in his lifetime. I'll bet one of my sisters has him on videotape somewhere - I'll ask, the next time I'm in Garland, to see. I think I'll be surprised - he probably doesn't sound in any way how I'd now guess he sounded.
Oh shit, & just think - if this were a hundred years ago, there might not even be the chance of a recording!
Friday, February 20, 2015
Self Help Radio 022015: Razors
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Yes, I did brave the Worst Winter Ever™this morning - temperatures were below zero & ice walls lined the streets - to present an utterly ridiculous radio show about razors. Because - well, why the hell not? It's too cold to think straight! I can no longer feel my nose, my fingers, or my knees! When did Kentucky move to the Arctic Circle? It's going to snow tomorrow, too? Arrrrgh!
Ahem. The show has many wonderful razor songs, plus a report on celebrity shaving by Mark Miller, an interview with shaving razor inventor David Fruchter, & a surprise call from the Rev. Dr. Howard Gently. All very ridiculous, & even possibly informative. It's more enjoyable than frostbite, but only just.
You can listen of course at the Self Help Radio website. You'll notice the show's divided into two parts. That's standard operating procedure. I list the songs I play in the two parts below. You'll also notice that there's a login & password. They're not secret. They're mentioned on the page.
Thanks for listening & please stay warm!
(part one)
"Razor Ball" Blind Willie McTell _Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 1_
"Razor Strap Boogie" Jack Rivers _Roots Of Rock 'N' Roll, Vol. 3: 1947_
"Razors In The Air" The Kingston Trio _Goin' Places_
"I Got A Razor" Willie Dixon with Memphis Slim _Willie's Blues_
"Razor Sharp Blues" Big Joe Williams _Have Mercy_
"Razor Edge" Ranee & Raj _Don't Tell Me I Must Go_
"Marjory Razorblade" Kevin Coyne _Marjory Razorblade_
"Ten Inch Razor" Flesh Eaters _No Questions Asked_
"I Love You, Mr. Disposable Razor" A Witness _Threaphurst Lane_
"Stepping Razor" Peter Tosh _Equal Rights_
"...On The Razors Edge..." Pop Will Eat Itself _Box Frenzy_
"Razor Walk" The Blue Aeroplanes _World View Blue_
(part two)
"Razorblades & Lemonade" Television Personalities _Closer To God_
"Razor Pilot" Madder Rose _Bring It Down_
"Razor Dance" Richard Thompson _You? Me? Us?_
"The Singing Razorblade" Guided By Voices _Hardcore UFOs: Demons & Painkillers_
"Licking Honey From A Razor" Barry Andrews _Haunted Box Of Switches_
"Ballad Of The Razor" The Haircuts _Sorrow Is The Way To Love_
"Razorblade" The Strokes _First Impressions Of Earth_
"Sleeping Aides & Razor Blades" The Exploding Hearts _Guitar Romantic_
"Heartbreaks & Razorblades" Miss Derringer _Winter Hill_
"Razor Scooter" Xiu Xiu _Razor Scooter/Sashay Away EP_
"Razorblade The Tape" Slum Of Legs _Begin To Dissolve 7"_
"Razor's Edge" Celebration _Albumin_