It turns out it's good that I am not doing a show this week. I pulled a muscle in my shoulder & everything hurts. I am such a fucking baby. I know people who deal with carpal tunnel, who have continual & constant pain every day, & I'm like, "No I can't sit up it hurts waaah."
My wife had to have surgery in her neck - one of the most dangerous places to have surgery - & she was in pain months before it happened. But I know this will mostly be okay in a week but I am completely inconsolable.
There'll be a new Dickenbock Report on Tuesday & I'm working on it now but jeez it's taking forever & it's very, very uncomfortable to sit in front of a computer right now. Seriously, though. What a fucking whiny piece of shit I am.
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Friday, May 22, 2020
May 22, 2007
Thirteen years ago on this blog I was about to see Morrissey for the first time live, & I was prepared to do a radio show in tribute to him. This is what I wrote for the blog:
I have this dread feeling when it comes to people whom I admire greatly that, if left alone with them, I wouldn't be able to say anything & they'd dislike me immediately. This is partially why I have become such great friends with Scott McLellan*. Part of me wants to say it'd be different with Morrissey, but everyone thinks they'd have a great relationship with Morrissey. It's not like people who become friends with Elvis Costello, then come to loathe him because of his current wife. Morrissey's wife is, I'm told, very down to earth. Like June Cleaver with chest hair. She uses all parts of the tofu when she cooks it. She is, it has been widely reported, the sort of girl you'd bring home to meet mother. Not father. Mother.
I have never met Morrissey, & I won't when he comes to town this week. But I feel like I really, really know him. Not like that asshole Johnny Marr. Do I get a sense of him from the new Modest Mouse record? No! I get a Mousey feeling, but that fucker's not Modest. Why should he be? Didn't he write the music for "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out"? Yes, he did. So he can call me all the names he wants. He can shit on my head when I am lying bleeding on the pavement because Morrissey kicked me in the teeth again, I DON'T CARE. He's allowed. But I still don't know him.
I used to know Morrissey, too. In his lean mean period, after he released one crappy record too many in the late 90s & was forced to turn to Bingo to make ends meet. You'll remember those days - I was afraid I had scarlet rubella, & you were daydreaming of making a reality television show where you'd be trapped on a desert island with only fifteen fifteen-year-old boys & girls & the soundtrack to "Hackers." Morrissey existed almost entirely in our heads, saved from ten years before when we were lonesome & we didn't want to believe people could take anything more seriously than we did. Morrissey disappeared, though - up the ass of the universe, I once heard you say - & you disappeared, too. You became part of Kenneth Lay's Ethics Squad & you were the number one Blowjob Researcher in Washington, DC.
Neither one of you did badly, though - Morrissey made a comeback & he's coming to town this week, & you went to the private sector & now study blowjobs for GE. I am estranged from you both. I guess, like the characters in the songs that Morrissey sings that I listen to & which I'll play on my show Friday, I got left behind.
No tears! I am not the saddest clown! Worry me not, endless past! I shall be free of you one day, if only because I plan to remove pieces of my brain one by one until I no longer remember grunge! I am prepared for collateral damage!
Tomorrow: a very long poem to Morrissey written when I was 17 & had never been kissed. Not even by Morrissey.
* I confess I had forgotten who this person was. Wikipedia tells me, "Scott McClellan was the twenty-second White House Press Secretary for President George W. Bush, & author of a controversial No. 1 New York Times bestseller about the Bush Administration titled What Happened. He replaced Ari Fleischer as press secretary in July 2003 & served until May 10, 2006." He's from Austin & he was literally born six days before I was.
I have this dread feeling when it comes to people whom I admire greatly that, if left alone with them, I wouldn't be able to say anything & they'd dislike me immediately. This is partially why I have become such great friends with Scott McLellan*. Part of me wants to say it'd be different with Morrissey, but everyone thinks they'd have a great relationship with Morrissey. It's not like people who become friends with Elvis Costello, then come to loathe him because of his current wife. Morrissey's wife is, I'm told, very down to earth. Like June Cleaver with chest hair. She uses all parts of the tofu when she cooks it. She is, it has been widely reported, the sort of girl you'd bring home to meet mother. Not father. Mother.
I have never met Morrissey, & I won't when he comes to town this week. But I feel like I really, really know him. Not like that asshole Johnny Marr. Do I get a sense of him from the new Modest Mouse record? No! I get a Mousey feeling, but that fucker's not Modest. Why should he be? Didn't he write the music for "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out"? Yes, he did. So he can call me all the names he wants. He can shit on my head when I am lying bleeding on the pavement because Morrissey kicked me in the teeth again, I DON'T CARE. He's allowed. But I still don't know him.
I used to know Morrissey, too. In his lean mean period, after he released one crappy record too many in the late 90s & was forced to turn to Bingo to make ends meet. You'll remember those days - I was afraid I had scarlet rubella, & you were daydreaming of making a reality television show where you'd be trapped on a desert island with only fifteen fifteen-year-old boys & girls & the soundtrack to "Hackers." Morrissey existed almost entirely in our heads, saved from ten years before when we were lonesome & we didn't want to believe people could take anything more seriously than we did. Morrissey disappeared, though - up the ass of the universe, I once heard you say - & you disappeared, too. You became part of Kenneth Lay's Ethics Squad & you were the number one Blowjob Researcher in Washington, DC.
Neither one of you did badly, though - Morrissey made a comeback & he's coming to town this week, & you went to the private sector & now study blowjobs for GE. I am estranged from you both. I guess, like the characters in the songs that Morrissey sings that I listen to & which I'll play on my show Friday, I got left behind.
No tears! I am not the saddest clown! Worry me not, endless past! I shall be free of you one day, if only because I plan to remove pieces of my brain one by one until I no longer remember grunge! I am prepared for collateral damage!
Tomorrow: a very long poem to Morrissey written when I was 17 & had never been kissed. Not even by Morrissey.
* I confess I had forgotten who this person was. Wikipedia tells me, "Scott McClellan was the twenty-second White House Press Secretary for President George W. Bush, & author of a controversial No. 1 New York Times bestseller about the Bush Administration titled What Happened. He replaced Ari Fleischer as press secretary in July 2003 & served until May 10, 2006." He's from Austin & he was literally born six days before I was.
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Self Help Radio 051820: Keep It
(Original image here.)
Yes, yes, I know, I know, this show took too long to get to you. It's almost guaranteed to not be worth the wait. But it's yours now, you gotta keep it.
This past week I've learned I've overcommitted myself. You'd think it would be easy to prerecord radio shows from home, but I am the farthest thing from a natural on the mic (you didn't need me to tell you that) so I spend a good deal of time editing my airbreaks. Self Help Radio comes with its own issues with the interviews, which I edit & re-edit hoping to make them as entertaining as possible & also to make sure they showcase the best of the interviewees. Suddenly I had two prerecords due for a deadline & Self Help Radio went by the wayside. I hope Freeform gets its automation set up soon, I would not have done that if I knew I had to have it in by a certain time.
In any event, I'm going to skip next Monday to try to get ahead of the next cycle, & I have an extra episode of The Dickenbock Report to work on besides. Meanwhile, please enjoy this nonsense which features too many versions of Dylan's "I'll Keep It With Mine" plus my funny friends being very, very funny.
The show is now at Self Help Radio dot net. Remember the username - SHR - & password - selfhelp - because you'll need them. The show is two hours long, what happens on the show is below.
Self Help Radio Keep It Show
"Keep It" Dexys Midnight Runners _Searching For The Young Soul Rebels_
"Keep It Comin'" Rufus _Rufus_
"Keep It Moving" Deep Sea Diver _History Speaks_
introduction, definitions, & kazoo
"I'll Keep It With Mine" Bob Dylan _Biograph_
"Keep It Clean" Rufus & Ben Quillian _Hokum, Blues, & Rags_
"Keep It To Yourself" Sonny Boy Williamson II _Sonny Boy Williamson_
"Keep It Simple" Allen Clapp & His Orchestra _One Hundred Percent Chance Of Rain_
"Keep It In The Family" Black Box Recorder _Life Is Unfair_
interview with horror writer Bartleby O'Brien
"I'll Keep It With Mine" Nico _Chelsea Girls_
"Keep It Up" The Boomtown Rats _The Fine Art Of Surfacing_
"Keep It In Mind" Tramway _A Brand Of Lovin'_
"How You Gonna Keep It (After You Get It)" Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell _The Complete Motown Singles, Vol. 9: 1969_
"I Keep It Hid" Alice Clark _Alice Clark_
interview with trendsetter/trendspotter Duke Simpson
"I'll Keep It With Mine" Rainy Day _Rainy Day_
"Can't Keep It In" Cat Stevens _On The Road To Find Out_
"Keep It Together" Sprites _Starling, Spiders, Tiger, & Sprites_
"You Keep It All In" The Beautiful South _Welcome To The Beautiful South_
"Keep It For Your Own" Pop Etc _Pop Etc_
interview with the Rev Dr Howard Gently
"I'll Keep It With Mine" Bettie Serveert _I Shot Andy Warhol: Music From & Inspired By The Motion Picture_
"Keep It Simple Stupid" The King Khan Experience _The King Khan Experience_
"Keep It In Motion" Guided By Voices _Class Clown Spots A UFO_
"Keep It Coming" The Manhattan Love Suicides _Burnt Out Landscapes_
"Keep It Surreal" Ride _Tomorrow's Shore_
conclusions, goodbye, phone call from Elliot Klifnerd, & kazoo
"I'll Keep It With Mine (Scott Hardkiss Remix)" Dean & Britta _13 Most Beautiful: Songs For Andy Warhol's Screen Tests_
"I'll Keep It Inside" Belle & Sebastian _Days Of The Bagnold Summer_
"Keep It In Mind" Kleenex Girl Wonder _Sexual Harassment_
"Keep It Together, Somehow" Bearsuit _Oh:io_
"Keep It From The Baby" Overlord _In Soviet Russia, My Heart Breaks You_
Monday, May 18, 2020
Whither Keep It?
(This is the first thing that comes up when I google "keep it." It's apparently "a podcast about pop culture, politics, & what happens when they smack into each other at alarming speed." I'm sure it's great.)
A brief interview with myself about the current state of Self Help Radio:
What's the current state of Self Help Radio?
Hey, I'm still doing it weekly. It's just not appearing every week at a specific time like when it's on a regular radio schedule.
Why not?
Because they haven't got the automation set up properly at Freeform at the moment. Hopefully some time in June, the show will air during its regular time slot.
So it's not because you're lazy?
This has nothing to do with laziness. I have been subbing shows on KBOO, & I've been doing The Dickenbock Report, & those shows air at a specific time, & the prerecords have to be ready twenty-four hours before that, so I am prioritizing those.
When does Self Help Radio air on Freeform?
That's something I don't know. All the content - except the special episodes on Friday & Saturday - are random. A couple of weeks ago I got a note that the April 6th show was airing on a Thursday night. In that way it's probably unfair to foist Self Help Radio on an unsuspecting public. At least when it's on during its regular time, you have fair warning to avoid it!
It just seems like it's taking you longer & longer to do an episode. Why is that?
It might be because there's no deadline. I am a serial procrastinator, & deadlines keep me honest. We'll see what happens when the show is more regularly scheduled. Plus...
What?
This might not be the best place to announce it, but starting June 9th, I'll be re-doing old recent episodes of Self Help Radio to air on KBOO on alternate weeks from The Dickenbock Report! It might only be for a couple of months, but I'm excited!
Will there be a new show tomorrow, then?
Yes, I hope so.
Yes, you hope so?
All I can say is, check back here tomorrow, or on the SHR Facebook page, or on the show's Twitter page. I am working on it now. I hope to have it done by tomorrow. Or just keep an eye on Self Help Radio website. That's where everything ends up.
Okay, well, thanks for letting me interview you, me.
You're welcome me!
Saturday, May 16, 2020
Preface To Keep It: Keep It How?
Keep it away from me.
Keep it between the lines.
Keep it clean.
Keep it down.
Keep it easy.
Keep it fresh.
Keep it going.
Keep it handy.
Keep it in your pants.
Keep it juicy.
Keep it kool.
Keep it light.
Keep it mellow.
Keep it natural.
Keep it on the down low.
Keep it positive.
Keep it quiet.
Keep it real.
Keep it simple.
Keep it together.
Keep it up.
Keep it vague.
Keep it weird.
Keep it x-l-ent.
Keep it (to) yourself.
Keep it zen.
Keep it between the lines.
Keep it clean.
Keep it down.
Keep it easy.
Keep it fresh.
Keep it going.
Keep it handy.
Keep it in your pants.
Keep it juicy.
Keep it kool.
Keep it light.
Keep it mellow.
Keep it natural.
Keep it on the down low.
Keep it positive.
Keep it quiet.
Keep it real.
Keep it simple.
Keep it together.
Keep it up.
Keep it vague.
Keep it weird.
Keep it x-l-ent.
Keep it (to) yourself.
Keep it zen.
Friday, May 15, 2020
New Intro Time Again Again Again Again Again Again Again Again!
Oh hey! It's around that time again - I make a new intro for Self Help Radio every year. I don't know why. I just do. Actually I do know - I've explained it before - I used to make it because the "season" began in May at KOOP, & then the summer semester began at WRFL in May - but the season at Freeform begins in March - so I should have done it in March - & also it's the middle of May - but last May I wasn't doing a show because I was moving to Portland - anyway, I did make a new intro in the middle of last May - now it's the middle of May & here's a new intro!
Here's the 2020 Self Help Radio Intro!
The show is nearly eighteen years old, & I've made seventeen intros for it. Here in fact are the previous seventeen. In chronological order. If you wanna listen.
You can listen to the 2002 intro (my first!) here.
You can listen to the 2003 intro here.
You can listen to the 2005 intro here.
You can listen to the 2006 intro here.
You can listen to the 2007 intro here.
You can listen to the 2008 intro here.
You can listen to the 2009 intro here.
You can listen to the 2010 intro here.
You can listen to the 2011 intro here.
You can listen to the 2012 intro here.
You can listen to the 2013 intro here.
You can listen to the 2014 intro here.
You can listen to the 2015 intro here.
You can listen to the 2016 intro here.
You can listen to the 2017 intro here.
You can listen to the 2018 intro here.
You can listen to the 2019 intro here.
So yeah, the new one, this is the intro for Self Help Radio for the next twelve months. You'll probably get sick of it. Apologies in advance.
Here's the 2020 Self Help Radio Intro!
The show is nearly eighteen years old, & I've made seventeen intros for it. Here in fact are the previous seventeen. In chronological order. If you wanna listen.
You can listen to the 2002 intro (my first!) here.
You can listen to the 2003 intro here.
You can listen to the 2005 intro here.
You can listen to the 2006 intro here.
You can listen to the 2007 intro here.
You can listen to the 2008 intro here.
You can listen to the 2009 intro here.
You can listen to the 2010 intro here.
You can listen to the 2011 intro here.
You can listen to the 2012 intro here.
You can listen to the 2013 intro here.
You can listen to the 2014 intro here.
You can listen to the 2015 intro here.
You can listen to the 2016 intro here.
You can listen to the 2017 intro here.
You can listen to the 2018 intro here.
You can listen to the 2019 intro here.
So yeah, the new one, this is the intro for Self Help Radio for the next twelve months. You'll probably get sick of it. Apologies in advance.
Thursday, May 14, 2020
May 14, 2008
In May of 2008, I was about to do a radio show about lemons. This is what I wrote the day before the show:
Whither Lemons?
A fan of lemons was telling me just the other day, "There's that old song, you know, about how the interior of the lemon isn't very good to eat, & I was always puzzled by this. I always ate lemons like other kids at oranges, or even grapefruit. I'd scoop the pulp out & just eat. It never occurred to me that it wasn't supposed to be edible. So I continue eating the flesh - for lack of a better word - of lemons to this very day. You may not believe me but it's true.
"What's weirder," he continued, "is that I can't do the same with limes. I can't eat a section of a lime in the same way that I can basically 'eat up' a lemon. It doesn't taste good enough & the consistency, the texture of the lime isn't the same. Isn't that just too odd? Because you can set a lemon & a lime side-by-side & even cut them in half, & they look like basically the same fruit, only colored differently. But they are very, very different. They are - at least to my taste buds - polar opposites.
"I can also tell you," said the fan of lemons, "that I could chew on a lemon rind - did you know they also call it a 'zest'? - I could chew on a lemon zest in the same way other kids chewed gum. To me, there was nothing better, after consuming the inside of a lemon, spitting its seeds out, wiping the sticky sour juice from my face - nothing better than gnawing off a piece of lemon zest & spending the rest of the day just chew, chew, chewing it. Other children, with their Wrigley's & their Fruit Stripe & they're Double Bubble, they'd complain of losing flavor & having to keep sticking new pieces of gum in their mouths, but not me. A little lemon rind went a long way."
"I wish I could tell you," he said with a sigh, "why I am so obsessed with lemons. There's probably a moment - or moments, really, felicitous, random moments when I was young - when lemons were the only thing around to eat, & I ate them. Ate them up. & my love of lemons continues undeterred to this day. I love lemon tea, lemon-flavored soft drinks, lemon garnishes, lemon juice dripped on frying foods, lemonade of course, lemon added to any alcohol, lemon candies, lemon, lemon, lemon! The taste of lemons. It overwhelms me & is the one thing on this planet that makes me completely, totally happy."
"Well," I said, "that's good news, because my radio show, Self Help Radio, this week features nothing but talk & music about lemons!"
"Hey," said the fan of lemons, "I didn't know you did a radio show."
Whither Lemons?
A fan of lemons was telling me just the other day, "There's that old song, you know, about how the interior of the lemon isn't very good to eat, & I was always puzzled by this. I always ate lemons like other kids at oranges, or even grapefruit. I'd scoop the pulp out & just eat. It never occurred to me that it wasn't supposed to be edible. So I continue eating the flesh - for lack of a better word - of lemons to this very day. You may not believe me but it's true.
"What's weirder," he continued, "is that I can't do the same with limes. I can't eat a section of a lime in the same way that I can basically 'eat up' a lemon. It doesn't taste good enough & the consistency, the texture of the lime isn't the same. Isn't that just too odd? Because you can set a lemon & a lime side-by-side & even cut them in half, & they look like basically the same fruit, only colored differently. But they are very, very different. They are - at least to my taste buds - polar opposites.
"I can also tell you," said the fan of lemons, "that I could chew on a lemon rind - did you know they also call it a 'zest'? - I could chew on a lemon zest in the same way other kids chewed gum. To me, there was nothing better, after consuming the inside of a lemon, spitting its seeds out, wiping the sticky sour juice from my face - nothing better than gnawing off a piece of lemon zest & spending the rest of the day just chew, chew, chewing it. Other children, with their Wrigley's & their Fruit Stripe & they're Double Bubble, they'd complain of losing flavor & having to keep sticking new pieces of gum in their mouths, but not me. A little lemon rind went a long way."
"I wish I could tell you," he said with a sigh, "why I am so obsessed with lemons. There's probably a moment - or moments, really, felicitous, random moments when I was young - when lemons were the only thing around to eat, & I ate them. Ate them up. & my love of lemons continues undeterred to this day. I love lemon tea, lemon-flavored soft drinks, lemon garnishes, lemon juice dripped on frying foods, lemonade of course, lemon added to any alcohol, lemon candies, lemon, lemon, lemon! The taste of lemons. It overwhelms me & is the one thing on this planet that makes me completely, totally happy."
"Well," I said, "that's good news, because my radio show, Self Help Radio, this week features nothing but talk & music about lemons!"
"Hey," said the fan of lemons, "I didn't know you did a radio show."
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
Self Help Radio 051120: A Personal Show
Look, I didn't want to get too personal, but I personally felt it was time for a more intimate, more personal Self Help Radio. I'll completely understand if that's something with which you're not very comfortable. There are other, more impersonal radio shows out there. But not Self Help Radio, not this week.
Don't take it too personally!
Listen to a personal Self Help Radio show at the Self Help Radio website. Remember, there's a username (SHR) & a password (selfhelp) required - this is for everyone, not just you personally! What happens on the show is below.
We'll return to being a cold, secretive show in due time.
Self Help Radio's Personal Show
"Personal Space Invader" Andrew Jackson Jihad _People That Can Eat People Are The Luckiest People In The World_
"Personal Detritus" The No-No's _Tinnitus_
"Pers-O-Nally" Bobby Paris _The Golden Torch Story (A Collection Of 18 Classic Northern Soul Shakers)_
introduction & definitions
"Personals" Jon Hassell & Bluescreen _Dressing For Pleasure_
"Personal" The Ballet _Mattachine!_
"Personal" Stars _In Our Bedroom After The War_
"Personal Column" Jake Thackray _Jake In A Box: The EMI Recordings 1967-1976_
"Personal Confusion" Guther _I Know You Know_
Alyssa & Jason discuss the young generation's idea of personal
"Too Personal" Generation X _Generation X_
"Too Personal" The Mekons _I ♥ Mekons_
"Personal Freedom" Monty Python _Monty Python's Previous Record_
"Personal" Ice T _Power_
"Take It Personal" Gang Starr _Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr_
interview with my personal trainer Kkris Tiger
"Personal Computer" Doris Norton _Personal Computer_
"Personal Computer" Silicon _Personal Computer_
"Personal Information Waltz" Demitri Martin _These Are Jokes_
"A Personal Issue" Cleaners From Venus _The Cleaners From Venus Vol. 1_
"Personal Hygiene" Wreckless Eric _Wreckless Eric_
interview with the Rev Dr Howard Gently
"Personal Jesus" Johnny Cash _American IV: The Man Comes Around_
"Personal Manager" Albert King _King Of The Blues Guitar_
"My Personal Possession" Nat "King" Cole & The Four Knights _Stardust: The Complete Capitol Recordings 1955-1959_
"Personal Property" Jimmy Jones _Looking For My Baby! (Soul Treasures From The Vaults Of Amy-Mala-Bell)_
"My Personal Property" Shirley Maclaine _American Songbook Series: Cy Coleman_
conclusion & goodbye
"Personal Things" The Triffids _Born Sandy Devotional_
"Personal Saviour" Bugs _Self Help_
"Personal Question" Little Caesar _Your On The Hour Man: The Complete Modern, Dolphin, & Downey Recordings 1952-1960_
"Personal Secret" Cathy Carr _Shy_
"A Personal Friend Of Mine" Jim Lowe _Rockin' Behind The Green Door_
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Whither A Personal Show?
(Image from here.)
Do you want to know a phrase I dislike? It's this one: I ain't gonna lie. It's supposed to mean, "I'm going to tell it to you straight," with the implication that the circumstances warrant no softening of language. But it also suggests that the speaker lies a lot. It's a bit of linguistic fluff people pepper their speech with because they have to fill up space somehow - whether to think about what to say next or because they have very little to say. & it irks me.
Having said that, I ain't gonna lie, I probably won't have a new Self Help Radio ready till late tomorrow. I have been feeling under the weather & have wanted to sleep most of today, although I haven't. I will rest some tonight & see how I feel in the morning. But I'll do my level best to get the show done - I know very few people listen, if any, but certainly I'd like the funny contributions of my co-conspirators to be heard. They were great this week.
If this seems like too much personal information, then, sorry, that's what the entire show is about this week. Not just me, either - it seems like every song takes it personally.
Look for the show tomorrow at the Self Help Radio website. I'll announce it here of course. Now. I need to sleep.
Saturday, May 09, 2020
Preface To A Personal Show: Remember Being Fearful
But first, a word from our sponsor:
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That's right, this blog post is sponsored by ginseng.
& now for the main event:
Remember being fearful? It's a trip down "Memory Lane"* with me, Gary, the host of Self Help Radio. This is a story about being too personal, on the radio, right out of the gate, & fearing afterwards that you'd somehow revealed too much... Like people's names you shouldn't have said. Or maybe details about your life. Or maybe your phone number... Did you actually give out your phone number on the air?
We'll be back to this stressful situation after this Public Service Announcement:
Eeww. Is it the proper reaction to most situations? Almost certainly. Next time, remember: Eeww.
When we last left our hero (me, Gary**), he was fretting about possibly revealing too much personal information about his life on the air. It seemed to flow naturally, he was trying to be funny, how could anyone make such stuff up? Riding his bike home, he wondered: Would anyone call? Or find out where he lived? Jeez, hadn't he seen Play Misty For Me?
But, like most worrying, it was all for naught! No one cared. No one, most likely, was listening.
& the next time he (I) blurted out more personal information, he was beside himself with concern. It became something like a ritual. What if I said something too personal? What if I made someone mad? What if I betrayed a trust? Why do I keep doing that?
& on & on, even now to the present day! & no one cared. No one took advantage of personal information the radio host might have said or shared on the air. No one was listening. Or if they were listening, they simply didn't care.
We'll be back after these footnotes:
* Not an actual thoroughfare.
** This is confusing, sorry.
Ashwagandha, also known as Indian ginseng, has a wide range of health benefits, which include its ability to reduce the blood sugar levels, fight cancer, reduce stress & anxiety, & increase fertility in men.
That's right, this blog post is sponsored by ginseng.
& now for the main event:
Remember being fearful? It's a trip down "Memory Lane"* with me, Gary, the host of Self Help Radio. This is a story about being too personal, on the radio, right out of the gate, & fearing afterwards that you'd somehow revealed too much... Like people's names you shouldn't have said. Or maybe details about your life. Or maybe your phone number... Did you actually give out your phone number on the air?
We'll be back to this stressful situation after this Public Service Announcement:
Eeww. Is it the proper reaction to most situations? Almost certainly. Next time, remember: Eeww.
When we last left our hero (me, Gary**), he was fretting about possibly revealing too much personal information about his life on the air. It seemed to flow naturally, he was trying to be funny, how could anyone make such stuff up? Riding his bike home, he wondered: Would anyone call? Or find out where he lived? Jeez, hadn't he seen Play Misty For Me?
But, like most worrying, it was all for naught! No one cared. No one, most likely, was listening.
& the next time he (I) blurted out more personal information, he was beside himself with concern. It became something like a ritual. What if I said something too personal? What if I made someone mad? What if I betrayed a trust? Why do I keep doing that?
& on & on, even now to the present day! & no one cared. No one took advantage of personal information the radio host might have said or shared on the air. No one was listening. Or if they were listening, they simply didn't care.
We'll be back after these footnotes:
* Not an actual thoroughfare.
** This is confusing, sorry.
Friday, May 08, 2020
Track Changes
These are some things I'm not doing during this pandemic:
Thinking about the future. No, my wife does that. Sometimes way into the future. Jobs have been lost, houses have been foreclosed upon, I suppose I might be arrested. That's her, not me. Mainly I am thinking about what radio show I need to do next. Which leads me to something else I'm not doing this pandemic:
Getting radio shows done on time. This is my classic procrastinator's pattern. I have a little bit of time to plan, & instead I read stuff online that depresses or enrages me, I eat, or I nap. I nap a lot. Like, probably an unhealthy amount. I actually think I nap for that moment when I wake when I have no idea what time it is, where I am, & what the hell I have been doing. That used to be frightening, now it's a comfort.
Which reminds me, something else I'm doing during this pandemic is:
Getting anything done. Sure, I have made some radio shows, but there are a million things I wish I could do - from finishing books I've started reading to simply getting ahead of the curve for other projects - that I am not taking the time to do. Yes, I have a good deal of anxiety & yes, I am often a bit depressed, but I have to admit that that's par for the course of my life. What is keeping me from doing this? I am not drinking more than usual. I am not doing other drugs or otherwise occupying my time in that way (although I do nap a lot). So what is it? Laziness. Pure & simple.
It's been so beautiful & warm around here lately so I wish I could tell you I've been spending time outside, but nope! I do walk the dogs twice a day, & am stunned by folks who require you to cross the street out of some weird privilege - dude, we have three dogs & one of them is a senior citizen who's old & slow, but sure, I'll move so you & your fucking husky can breeze past us - but that's not nearly as much time as the wife, who also has to work, has spent in our garden. Does sitting outside in the backyard on the porch playing games on the phone count? No. No, it doesn't.
Yes, I am eating a bit more. I am going to eat something now, in fact, while reading things that will raise my blood pressure online. I actually just saw something I thought was thoughtful & wanted to see what the reaction online was - & of course it was bugfuck crazy. We need to defend our "side" over anything - & luckily there are obfuscation tools available at the ready once you've committed. I feel awful for anyone who might have questions, or doubts, or reservations - surely you, like me, will be destroyed first.
Oh yeah, I mentioned I would eat something now. That's what I'll do, then.
Thinking about the future. No, my wife does that. Sometimes way into the future. Jobs have been lost, houses have been foreclosed upon, I suppose I might be arrested. That's her, not me. Mainly I am thinking about what radio show I need to do next. Which leads me to something else I'm not doing this pandemic:
Getting radio shows done on time. This is my classic procrastinator's pattern. I have a little bit of time to plan, & instead I read stuff online that depresses or enrages me, I eat, or I nap. I nap a lot. Like, probably an unhealthy amount. I actually think I nap for that moment when I wake when I have no idea what time it is, where I am, & what the hell I have been doing. That used to be frightening, now it's a comfort.
Which reminds me, something else I'm doing during this pandemic is:
Getting anything done. Sure, I have made some radio shows, but there are a million things I wish I could do - from finishing books I've started reading to simply getting ahead of the curve for other projects - that I am not taking the time to do. Yes, I have a good deal of anxiety & yes, I am often a bit depressed, but I have to admit that that's par for the course of my life. What is keeping me from doing this? I am not drinking more than usual. I am not doing other drugs or otherwise occupying my time in that way (although I do nap a lot). So what is it? Laziness. Pure & simple.
It's been so beautiful & warm around here lately so I wish I could tell you I've been spending time outside, but nope! I do walk the dogs twice a day, & am stunned by folks who require you to cross the street out of some weird privilege - dude, we have three dogs & one of them is a senior citizen who's old & slow, but sure, I'll move so you & your fucking husky can breeze past us - but that's not nearly as much time as the wife, who also has to work, has spent in our garden. Does sitting outside in the backyard on the porch playing games on the phone count? No. No, it doesn't.
Yes, I am eating a bit more. I am going to eat something now, in fact, while reading things that will raise my blood pressure online. I actually just saw something I thought was thoughtful & wanted to see what the reaction online was - & of course it was bugfuck crazy. We need to defend our "side" over anything - & luckily there are obfuscation tools available at the ready once you've committed. I feel awful for anyone who might have questions, or doubts, or reservations - surely you, like me, will be destroyed first.
Oh yeah, I mentioned I would eat something now. That's what I'll do, then.
Thursday, May 07, 2020
May 7, 2019
It may seem a little cheap to return to something I wrote barely a year ago, but today is a momentous day for me & my family. A year ago today we left a beautiful home & truly great neighbors to begin what would be an exhausting four-day trek across the United States to come live in Portland. I'm glad I wrote these travelogues every night in the hotel rooms. To this day I can't believe we actually did it. Here's what I wrote a year ago in a hotel room in - well, it's what the post was called:
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
We made it. 516 miles. Three dogs & me in a tiny Prius. Three cats & the wife in a rented minivan. (A Chrysler Pacifica if you really want to know.) The wife was happy because it had Sirius radio, & she loves the First Wave channel. I am exhausted.
Last night I couldn't get to sleep, which is par for the course. I get anxious before trips - my first trip by car to this part of the world, I spent the night until I collapsed from exhaustion around 3am thumbing through a Mapsco deciding the best route. (This was in 1995, in the days before GPS.) Then, as this morning, I woke at six. It's 9pm New Mexico time, & I am running on fumes. Which is great! I'll sleep like the dead tonight.
We planned to leave at eight but it took a little longer to get the house cleaned & our shit packed - kudos to the wife for putting four & half times as much as realistically possible into the minivan - & so far the only thing we left behind was Magda's lunch.
It was sad to let the house go. It's a lovely place, & I know even though they really can't miss it, the dogs (especially Pauline) are going to miss the beautiful yard. I think my anxiousness about last night was equal parts going from the house & going to Portland. The wife put so much work & so much of herself into the house & it was the most comfortable place I've ever lived. Even after all our belongings were taken away on Thursday, I would find myself going to this room or that as I had been doing for two or more years, out of habit, surprised that my stuff wasn't there anymore.
But I love moving, I love going to new cities, I am very excited about getting to know Portland. It's not that I have wanderlust per se, I just wish I could relocate every two or three years & spend time in a new place.
The dogs - who doubtless thought we were just going to the park - were easily cajoled into the car. The cats, however, were freaked out - we put them in an empty room while we packed up & it unnerved Bolan, who was quite frantic. Bronte & Boone hid in an empty closet, & they were easily grabbed & put into carriers. Bronte & Bolan shared a large one, Boone had to be by himself in a regular-sized one. The wife tells me that Bolan complained occasionally throughout the drive, & when we stopped & I checked on them, Bolan was meowing to get out while Boone & Bronte stayed in the back of the carriers. I wish I could have trained them to be walked like dogs!
We hit the road after 9, I got to hear a bit of my friends Pippin & Carole begging for money on the show I used to do, the Tuesday Morning Blend. They were much, much better at it than I was, & I was glad they were doing it & not me. The route began on I-30 till it became I-20 & wound its way through Weatherford, past Mineral Wells, through Abilene, & made a right onto 84 at Sweetwater. Thanks to the magic of cell phones, the wife & I talked a great deal of the drive, although I did listen to some new records, & a collection of Momus tunes I made so I could sing along. I didn't listen to any podcasts or books on tape, though I brought those, too - I just really love to listen to music when I drive.
We made a promise to stop every hour or so, for everyone but the cats to go pee, & we pretty much kept the schedule. We stopped outside Abilene to eat lunch - we brought a lot of food, since we ate out with friends pretty much the entire last week we were in Fort Worth (though, as I've said, the lunch Magda prepared for herself last night was left, we later realized, by our unused fireplace). While I was eating my sandwich, I met a fellow at a gas station who had a pro-beagle bumper sticker & I also met his beautiful sixteen-year-old beagle named Buster. The guy was so obviously pro-beagle that Winston, who is famously stingy with his love, gave him a lick when the fellow put his face close to Winston's.
The route took us around, & not through, Lubbock - which seems to have more wind turbines than oil derricks these days, hooray! but the same amount of stockyards, so boo! - & we had to improvise to find a gas station, which we did, in a town called Littlefield, at a service station on Waylon Jennings Road. Would you believe I was listening to Townes Van Zandt when we drove up? I was, but you don't have to believe it. It began to rain as we left, & the very gregarious cashier told us bad weather was coming. How did she know? I asked. She said, "I don't watch TV! It's just what people tell me!"
She's very good, it turns out. We later discovered we just missed a storm which included a tornado watch. We had escaped over the border to New Mexico by then.
The highway was smaller, & we had to drop from 75 mph to 35 mph in a matter of fractions of a mile from time-to-time. That happens in Texas, too, of course, & also there are generally cops there to give tickets to the unwary. About an hour from Santa Rosa - in a town called Fort Sumner - we met a young woman who was moving from Washington State - the wife noticed her license plates - to Austin (we asked). We talked about the Austin that we knew & she admitted that she was moving reluctantly - her husband recently got a job there. Magda thought I might sympathize but nope! There isn't a lot of reluctance with this move.
Highway 84 took us to Santa Rosa & I noticed we were in a new time zone. It is earlier than it once was. We sneaked the cats into the hotel room - luckily our room was near the back door - hey, we paid extra for three dogs! - & they were pretty unhappy. It's been a few hours & they've finally come out to eat. They still don't know what to make about the noise in the hallway, but I think they'll be fine - although I am not entirely sure they won't hide when it's time to go.
The hotel is on what used to be Route 66, so we walked the dogs a mile or so down the road & back & I took a lot of pictures of cool signs & abandoned places, two of my favorite things. I'll post the ones I like best at some point - to my personal Facebook page & to the show's Tumblr blog - but knowing how long it takes me to get through my pictures, I'll be settling into regular life in Portland by the time they make their appearances. Hey! I take a lot of dumb pictures! I go through them chronologically! They remind me how much I forget things!
For dinner, we ate leftover enchiladas I made in Lexington*. There are not a lot of vegan choices in Santa Rosa. Let me rephrase that. There are hardly any vegan choices in Santa Rosa. Might I try again. I would be surprised if there were vegan choices in Santa Rosa. The enchiladas were good. If I don't say so myself. Though I just did.
It's earlier than I feel, but I am exhausted. The wife has already fallen asleep. I had last driven in this part of the world maybe twenty-five years ago, & for some reason back then I usually drove around here at night. But the desert is lovely in its way & I've missed it. Like Jonathan Richman says, "When I'm in the desert, I wanna see the desert some more."
Luckily we're driving up into Utah tomorrow!
* (I wrote this sentence at the end of a very long day; of course I meant Fort Worth)
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
We made it. 516 miles. Three dogs & me in a tiny Prius. Three cats & the wife in a rented minivan. (A Chrysler Pacifica if you really want to know.) The wife was happy because it had Sirius radio, & she loves the First Wave channel. I am exhausted.
Last night I couldn't get to sleep, which is par for the course. I get anxious before trips - my first trip by car to this part of the world, I spent the night until I collapsed from exhaustion around 3am thumbing through a Mapsco deciding the best route. (This was in 1995, in the days before GPS.) Then, as this morning, I woke at six. It's 9pm New Mexico time, & I am running on fumes. Which is great! I'll sleep like the dead tonight.
We planned to leave at eight but it took a little longer to get the house cleaned & our shit packed - kudos to the wife for putting four & half times as much as realistically possible into the minivan - & so far the only thing we left behind was Magda's lunch.
It was sad to let the house go. It's a lovely place, & I know even though they really can't miss it, the dogs (especially Pauline) are going to miss the beautiful yard. I think my anxiousness about last night was equal parts going from the house & going to Portland. The wife put so much work & so much of herself into the house & it was the most comfortable place I've ever lived. Even after all our belongings were taken away on Thursday, I would find myself going to this room or that as I had been doing for two or more years, out of habit, surprised that my stuff wasn't there anymore.
But I love moving, I love going to new cities, I am very excited about getting to know Portland. It's not that I have wanderlust per se, I just wish I could relocate every two or three years & spend time in a new place.
The dogs - who doubtless thought we were just going to the park - were easily cajoled into the car. The cats, however, were freaked out - we put them in an empty room while we packed up & it unnerved Bolan, who was quite frantic. Bronte & Boone hid in an empty closet, & they were easily grabbed & put into carriers. Bronte & Bolan shared a large one, Boone had to be by himself in a regular-sized one. The wife tells me that Bolan complained occasionally throughout the drive, & when we stopped & I checked on them, Bolan was meowing to get out while Boone & Bronte stayed in the back of the carriers. I wish I could have trained them to be walked like dogs!
We hit the road after 9, I got to hear a bit of my friends Pippin & Carole begging for money on the show I used to do, the Tuesday Morning Blend. They were much, much better at it than I was, & I was glad they were doing it & not me. The route began on I-30 till it became I-20 & wound its way through Weatherford, past Mineral Wells, through Abilene, & made a right onto 84 at Sweetwater. Thanks to the magic of cell phones, the wife & I talked a great deal of the drive, although I did listen to some new records, & a collection of Momus tunes I made so I could sing along. I didn't listen to any podcasts or books on tape, though I brought those, too - I just really love to listen to music when I drive.
We made a promise to stop every hour or so, for everyone but the cats to go pee, & we pretty much kept the schedule. We stopped outside Abilene to eat lunch - we brought a lot of food, since we ate out with friends pretty much the entire last week we were in Fort Worth (though, as I've said, the lunch Magda prepared for herself last night was left, we later realized, by our unused fireplace). While I was eating my sandwich, I met a fellow at a gas station who had a pro-beagle bumper sticker & I also met his beautiful sixteen-year-old beagle named Buster. The guy was so obviously pro-beagle that Winston, who is famously stingy with his love, gave him a lick when the fellow put his face close to Winston's.
The route took us around, & not through, Lubbock - which seems to have more wind turbines than oil derricks these days, hooray! but the same amount of stockyards, so boo! - & we had to improvise to find a gas station, which we did, in a town called Littlefield, at a service station on Waylon Jennings Road. Would you believe I was listening to Townes Van Zandt when we drove up? I was, but you don't have to believe it. It began to rain as we left, & the very gregarious cashier told us bad weather was coming. How did she know? I asked. She said, "I don't watch TV! It's just what people tell me!"
She's very good, it turns out. We later discovered we just missed a storm which included a tornado watch. We had escaped over the border to New Mexico by then.
The highway was smaller, & we had to drop from 75 mph to 35 mph in a matter of fractions of a mile from time-to-time. That happens in Texas, too, of course, & also there are generally cops there to give tickets to the unwary. About an hour from Santa Rosa - in a town called Fort Sumner - we met a young woman who was moving from Washington State - the wife noticed her license plates - to Austin (we asked). We talked about the Austin that we knew & she admitted that she was moving reluctantly - her husband recently got a job there. Magda thought I might sympathize but nope! There isn't a lot of reluctance with this move.
Highway 84 took us to Santa Rosa & I noticed we were in a new time zone. It is earlier than it once was. We sneaked the cats into the hotel room - luckily our room was near the back door - hey, we paid extra for three dogs! - & they were pretty unhappy. It's been a few hours & they've finally come out to eat. They still don't know what to make about the noise in the hallway, but I think they'll be fine - although I am not entirely sure they won't hide when it's time to go.
The hotel is on what used to be Route 66, so we walked the dogs a mile or so down the road & back & I took a lot of pictures of cool signs & abandoned places, two of my favorite things. I'll post the ones I like best at some point - to my personal Facebook page & to the show's Tumblr blog - but knowing how long it takes me to get through my pictures, I'll be settling into regular life in Portland by the time they make their appearances. Hey! I take a lot of dumb pictures! I go through them chronologically! They remind me how much I forget things!
For dinner, we ate leftover enchiladas I made in Lexington*. There are not a lot of vegan choices in Santa Rosa. Let me rephrase that. There are hardly any vegan choices in Santa Rosa. Might I try again. I would be surprised if there were vegan choices in Santa Rosa. The enchiladas were good. If I don't say so myself. Though I just did.
It's earlier than I feel, but I am exhausted. The wife has already fallen asleep. I had last driven in this part of the world maybe twenty-five years ago, & for some reason back then I usually drove around here at night. But the desert is lovely in its way & I've missed it. Like Jonathan Richman says, "When I'm in the desert, I wanna see the desert some more."
Luckily we're driving up into Utah tomorrow!
* (I wrote this sentence at the end of a very long day; of course I meant Fort Worth)
Monday, May 04, 2020
Self Help Radio 050420: Maps
(Never the treasure on the map. Original image here.)
If you used a map to find this week's Self Help Radio, good for you! The show is in fact about maps. I am unaware of any actual maps made for the show - it's where all the shows turn up, at Self Help Radio dot net - but there are so many maps out there, I suspect it would be easy to repurpose, let's say, the #9 downtown to find your way to a radio show. Hey. It's not fun to get lost!
& you won't get lost. There are plenty of maps on today's show. There's even a GPS! & handy tips on making your own map! It's a mapstravaganza! A mappapalooza! A maptastic mapselebration! Sorry. I always take these things too far.
Visit the Self Help Radio website to listen to the show. You should know by now there's a username - SHR - & a password - selfhelp - which you need to enter but you won't have to do it more than once a visit. & of course all the songs & what happens on the show is noted below.
You're safe! You have a map now!
Self Help Radio Maps Show
"Maps" Yeah Yeah Yeahs _Fever To Tell_
"Maps" The Front Bottoms _The Front Bottoms_
"Map" Call & Response _Call & Response_
introduction & definitions (with the Definition-O-Tron 3000!)
"Map Of The World" Comsat Angels _Waiting For A Miracle_
"Maps For Lost Lovers" The Rosie Taylor Project _This City Draws Maps_
"Case Study: Maggie The GPS" Superego _Superego Season 2, Episode 7_
"The Map To Your Good Graces" Ad Frank _Mr. Fancypants_
"A Map Below" The Blue Aeroplanes _Detective Song_
interview with educational software Mappy The Map Maker
"Guess How Much I Love You" The Lucksmiths _A Good Kind Of Nervous_
"Maps & Legends" R.E.M. _Fables Of The Reconstruction_
"Moon Map" Jonathan Winters _Another Day, Another World_
"Map Ref. 41°N 93°W" Wire _154_
"Map Of The World" The Corn Dollies _The Corn Dollies_
interview with cartographer & psychologist Dr. Mortimer Davis
"Midnight Maps" Shriekback _Jam Science_
"Map Your Eyes" Bernthøler _Merry Lines In The Sky_
"Map Of The World" The Smothers Brothers _The Two Sides Of The Smothers Brothers_
"El Mapa" Family _Un Soplo En El Corazón_
"An Animated Description Of Mr. Maps" The Books _Lost & Safe_
interview with the Rev Dr Howard Gently
"Hey, Map My Way" Cutaways _Earth & Earthly Things_
"I'm Using My Bible For A Road Map" Porter Wagoner & The Blackwood Brothers Quartet _The Grand Old Gospel_
"Lewton Cole, The Doc, The Map, & The Gunfight" Roger Miller _Waterhole # 3_
"Off The Map" Guy Clark _The Dark_
"Dot On The Map" Volcano Suns _All-Night Lotus Party_
conclusion & goodbye
"New Map" M83 _Hurry Up, We're Dreaming_
"Maps For Sleep" Half String _Eclipse * Oval * Hue_
"Map" The Ex _Disturbing Domestic Peace_
Sunday, May 03, 2020
Whither Maps?
(Could this be the oldest map in the world? It's a map on a mammoth's tusk. It's from around 25,000 BCE. Read more at this link.)
Oh wow, do you see that picture up there? It's a map from maybe 27,000 years ago. It's an amount of time that's hard to wrap one's head around (although this quarantine has made it somewhat more understandable). Smart people who study these things aren't entirely sure what it's a map of - it could be a map of the area where it was found, in the current Czech Republic. Or it could have been a hunting map. It's just fascinating to think, human beings were making maps way back when. & I still can't tell someone exactly where the nearest dispensary is.
You might be wondering about my own fascination with maps. I will tell you two stories about my youth - one which I am certain I've mentioned here before, another that I haven't. I had this notion, because as a child I loved to look at maps, that every city was surrounded by railroad tracks. That's how you knew you were leaving one city & entering another. I hadn't thought about it before, but I suspect I might have thought that because of the broken line borders that designated boundaries, which perhaps I interpreted as railroads. Anyway, my family members disabused me of that notion by calling me an idiot when I spoke the idea out loud.
This did not deter me from thinking I might be helpful & come up with a kind of map. As I sat in the back seat while someone else (probably one of my brothers) was driving, I took to carrying a notepad & pencil & I attempted to scribble down the street names as we passed. In a sense I meant to make a kind of "word map" that would help someone - if you memorized, for example, "Medina, Prescott, Ridgedale," you'd be able to know where a street was off another street (in this case, Fifth Street) if you needed a sense of where something was located.
Also I really just wanted a list of every street name. That fascinated me. I don't always know when my projects as a child began & ended, but I know when this one was quashed: when I saw my first map of Garland. There, on the right hand side, was a list, in alphabetical order, of all the streets in the town. I don't know if that's what I wanted all along, but I remember having a feeling that someone has somehow beaten me to the punch. & I lost interest in that kind of cartography.
Until tomorrow, of course. An entire show about maps! But. I can't say when tomorrow - I am still operating on what I'm calling quarantime - but some time tomorrow I hope there'll be a Self Help Radio episode about maps. You can find it at the Self Help Radio website, but I'll announce it here & the other usual places.
You won't need to follow a map to find it. Although if I planned better, that would've been fun.
Saturday, May 02, 2020
Preface To Maps: Maps On Tumblr/New Uploads
You don't mind if I use today's blog for two things, do you?
Here's number one:
There's a blog I like a lot on Tumblr, which is called quite handily Maps On The Web. It's where the above image comes from, & where you can go to find out what exactly that map is supposed to represent. Or, you know, I could just tell you. It's "US States whose names' letters perfectly alternate between consonants & vowels." If that's something you enjoy, I recommend you visit.
Here's number two:
I have uploaded three recent KBOO shows to the Self Help Radio website. You can simply go to selfhelpadio.net to find them, or you can click the following direct links, remembering that you'll need to enter a username (SHR) & a password (selfhelp) to listen, at least the first time. The shows are:
A three-hour general format show that aired April 18.
The Dickenbock Report from April 21 (it's Episode Ten).
A two & a half general format show that aired April 23.
The Dickenbock Report episode was assembled in haste & has two glaring errors which I got to experience while live tweeting & couldn't do a thing about it. One is that I played a song twice. I don't know how that got by me. The other is that I didn't play a song, but still back-announced it. I'm sure it had something to do with both exhaustion as well as handling dozens of sound files. But even though no one would have noticed if I hadn't said something, I am still mortified by it.
That's all! Please enjoy!
Friday, May 01, 2020
Quarantimes
Once upon a time I was talking to an old acquaintance, someone with whom I hadn't spoken in decades. We found each other again on Facebook, like you do. At some point he marveled about how fast time seemed to have passed since last we talked. I said something to him that I'd said to him before. He even said, "You used to always say that." It was this: I said, "Life is unbearably long."
My mother - with whom I talk weekly - will often tell me, "I don't know how it happened. I don't know where the time went. It all went by so fast."
To which I reply, "Really? Can you not remember those difficult moments in your life when time seemed to come to a standstill? When you were bored, or worried, or trapped in a shitty job or I don't know a church service?"
Those are things - those times when time seemed to come to a standstill - that dominate my memories. I remember being so lonesome in my room I thought I might go insane. I remember being bafflingly awake in tedious college classes that didn't somehow make me sleepy. I remember waiting in lines, waiting for buses, waiting for food when very hungry, waiting for a band to fucking get onstage because I was tired of standing up. I remember still-painful moments of loneliness when I had no friend to reach out to, no one to call, nowhere to go, nothing to watch or listen to or see. The truth is, they seem like the vast majority of time I've lived on this planet.
When I'm dying, I'll not stand bewildered at where the time went. I'll be able to envision it like a graph in a textbook, a map of geologic time.
It's true, as I've gotten older, it's become harder for me to get stuff done - tonight I timed myself cutting potatoes to make french fries & was astonished it took three times as long as I thought it would. & never mind how long it's taking me to do my dumb prerecorded radio shows! I suspect I have more responsibilities than when I was thirty-five years younger - certainly seventeen-year-old Gary might be bored on a Friday night with nothing on television, no friends to hang out with, & nothing new to read. I'm hardly ever bored at all in my old age. But I can't say time moves faster. & I can't say that life feels any less long.
Maybe this perspective has helped me psychologically during this pandemic. I do miss many things - I often think about the last time I went out to dinner, the last time I saw a show, the last time I saw a movie - but mostly I miss going to my radio stations. I've had to listen to myself on the radio so often in the past two months I completely understand why very few people listen to my show. But I don't feel the way many in the pandemic seem to feel.
My wife, who's much more social than I am, has begun to wonder if she should visit friends. From a safe distance, of course. She gets much of her social needs from work, from interacting with co-workers & students. That's all gone for now. It's taking its toll. Me? I am catching up on my comic book reading.
When I should be doing radio shows. Damn it!
Anyway, yeah, I still feel life is unbearably long. & who isn't feeling that right now?
My mother - with whom I talk weekly - will often tell me, "I don't know how it happened. I don't know where the time went. It all went by so fast."
To which I reply, "Really? Can you not remember those difficult moments in your life when time seemed to come to a standstill? When you were bored, or worried, or trapped in a shitty job or I don't know a church service?"
Those are things - those times when time seemed to come to a standstill - that dominate my memories. I remember being so lonesome in my room I thought I might go insane. I remember being bafflingly awake in tedious college classes that didn't somehow make me sleepy. I remember waiting in lines, waiting for buses, waiting for food when very hungry, waiting for a band to fucking get onstage because I was tired of standing up. I remember still-painful moments of loneliness when I had no friend to reach out to, no one to call, nowhere to go, nothing to watch or listen to or see. The truth is, they seem like the vast majority of time I've lived on this planet.
When I'm dying, I'll not stand bewildered at where the time went. I'll be able to envision it like a graph in a textbook, a map of geologic time.
It's true, as I've gotten older, it's become harder for me to get stuff done - tonight I timed myself cutting potatoes to make french fries & was astonished it took three times as long as I thought it would. & never mind how long it's taking me to do my dumb prerecorded radio shows! I suspect I have more responsibilities than when I was thirty-five years younger - certainly seventeen-year-old Gary might be bored on a Friday night with nothing on television, no friends to hang out with, & nothing new to read. I'm hardly ever bored at all in my old age. But I can't say time moves faster. & I can't say that life feels any less long.
Maybe this perspective has helped me psychologically during this pandemic. I do miss many things - I often think about the last time I went out to dinner, the last time I saw a show, the last time I saw a movie - but mostly I miss going to my radio stations. I've had to listen to myself on the radio so often in the past two months I completely understand why very few people listen to my show. But I don't feel the way many in the pandemic seem to feel.
My wife, who's much more social than I am, has begun to wonder if she should visit friends. From a safe distance, of course. She gets much of her social needs from work, from interacting with co-workers & students. That's all gone for now. It's taking its toll. Me? I am catching up on my comic book reading.
When I should be doing radio shows. Damn it!
Anyway, yeah, I still feel life is unbearably long. & who isn't feeling that right now?
Thursday, April 30, 2020
April 30, 2007
In April 2007, this blog wasn't even a year old. I wasn't even forty years old. Self Help Radio wasn't even five years old. I feel like I was a bit more creative then. For example, this is what I wrote in the blog for that day:
It was entitled "When Pirates Dance!"
As April ends, I want to remember the fourth month I experienced in 2007. It seemed gloomy, rainy & sad, but also weirdly sunny, bright & warm. I may have lost fourteen dollars this month. But I also may have gained a new tooth. As April ends, I am forced to wonder: was I involved with April at all? Or did I simply just mow the lawn a couple of times & then sleep fitfully?
In April, I found out the bees are dying. My own experience with bees has been that, while they appear to be listening, they really retain nothing. After I patiently explained the difference between sugar, high fructose corn syrup & aspertame to a very sweet worker one afternoon, she still wanted to make out with my diet soda. Then she stung me & died, which I found a little too much. My mother used to guilt me like that.
If there's one lesson we should take from April, it's that daylight savings time is taxing. Oh shit, that's like a pun. Ha ha! Or, we can say that tax day saves you everything but daylight. No, that's not true. I know. That the only thing safe from tax day is sunlight. Unless you deal in solar futures. Then, never mind.
I promised last April that I would keep a running tally of the number of times I clipped my nails this April, because I had dreamt that Sid Caesar told me that your fingernails grow twice as long but your toenails twice as slow in April. Or maybe I had dreamt that April Stevens had warned me about the Ides Of March last month, because that's when Caesar died. Or maybe I was just daydreaming while watching HBO's Rome. Did that end this April?
April's not over yet! There's still time to win the lottery, grow a goatee, nail 95 theses to your church's wall, become a vegetarian, design a series of stamps that commemorate McLain Stevenson, bag a thrush, help a friend learn her vocal scales, care for a particularly sickly tree, crawl from the wreckage, reject a telemarketer's advances, get lost in someone's eyes, hit it but don't quit it, & possibly squeeze in a good cry with a friend.
But hurry!
It was entitled "When Pirates Dance!"
As April ends, I want to remember the fourth month I experienced in 2007. It seemed gloomy, rainy & sad, but also weirdly sunny, bright & warm. I may have lost fourteen dollars this month. But I also may have gained a new tooth. As April ends, I am forced to wonder: was I involved with April at all? Or did I simply just mow the lawn a couple of times & then sleep fitfully?
In April, I found out the bees are dying. My own experience with bees has been that, while they appear to be listening, they really retain nothing. After I patiently explained the difference between sugar, high fructose corn syrup & aspertame to a very sweet worker one afternoon, she still wanted to make out with my diet soda. Then she stung me & died, which I found a little too much. My mother used to guilt me like that.
If there's one lesson we should take from April, it's that daylight savings time is taxing. Oh shit, that's like a pun. Ha ha! Or, we can say that tax day saves you everything but daylight. No, that's not true. I know. That the only thing safe from tax day is sunlight. Unless you deal in solar futures. Then, never mind.
I promised last April that I would keep a running tally of the number of times I clipped my nails this April, because I had dreamt that Sid Caesar told me that your fingernails grow twice as long but your toenails twice as slow in April. Or maybe I had dreamt that April Stevens had warned me about the Ides Of March last month, because that's when Caesar died. Or maybe I was just daydreaming while watching HBO's Rome. Did that end this April?
April's not over yet! There's still time to win the lottery, grow a goatee, nail 95 theses to your church's wall, become a vegetarian, design a series of stamps that commemorate McLain Stevenson, bag a thrush, help a friend learn her vocal scales, care for a particularly sickly tree, crawl from the wreckage, reject a telemarketer's advances, get lost in someone's eyes, hit it but don't quit it, & possibly squeeze in a good cry with a friend.
But hurry!
Monday, April 27, 2020
Self Help Radio 042720: Indiepop A To Z # 62
(All images from Discogs - what a resource!)
If you'll recall, I said I'd try to have the show done by noon today. It will be noon in Honolulu soon. So naturally I meant noon, Hawaii time. How weird must it be to live so far away? I feel like the west coast misses out on all the east coast's craziness as it is!
As you can see if you've skipped ahead, I did not finish the letter O today. I thought I might - but it wasn't to be. Too much good stuff! I think I am a music hoarder - I find it hard to leave some things off the list - although I reject plenty. Which I will explore in the series I will make after I finish Indiepop A To Z, called Indiepop A To Z: The Rejects. Just kidding. I will never finish Indiepop A To Z.
The show is now at the Self Help Radio website. Remember: username is SHR, password is selfhelp. The playlist, hopefully in perfect alphabetical order, is below. My thanks to you for listening.
Self Help Radio Indiepop A To Z # 62
"Happy Little Bumblebee" Of Montreal _The Bedside Drama: A Petite Tragedy_
"Rachel Put Your Arms About Me" The Ogdens _Rachel Put Your Arms About Me_
"Yummy, Yummy, Yummy" Ohio Express _Pleasure From The Buddah Group_
"Boy" Oklahoma Scramble _Throw: The Yoyo Studio Compilation_
"Pretty Girlfriend" Old Hickory _Brain Travels Before The Heart Stops_
"Hide Away (World Trade Remix)" Olivia Tremor Control _Kindercore Fifty_
"Mrs Harrington" On The Waterfront _The Sound Of Leamington Spa, Vol. 5_
"Temporary Tattoo" One Happy Island _Secret Party That The Other Party Doesn't Know About_
"Panda Riot" One Hour _Little Darla Has A Treat For You, Vol. 12_
"Until" One Night Suzan _Don't Let Them Kill Our Taste_
"Mayfly" One Star _Moshi Moshi (Pop International Style)_
"Start Digging My Grave Sugar" One Thousand Violins _Hey Man That's Beautiful_
"Transport" Yuji Oniki _Tvi_
"It Comes Around" Onionhead _The Sound Of Leamington Spa Vol. 3_
"It Doesn't Even Matter" Onward Chariots _Take Me To Somewhere_
"We'll Know When We Get There" Ooberman _Running Girl_
"Empty Box Blues" Opal _Early Recordings_
"Pension Day" Open Book _Pension Day_
"Actors Studio" Oporto _French Blue EP_
"Saturday Looks Bad To Me" Oppenheimer _Oppenheimer_
"Walk & Chew Gum" Optiganally Yours _The Powerpuff Girls: Heroes & Villains_
"Revelation At 3:33 am" Orange Cake Mix _Dream Window_
"Rip It Up" Orange Juice _The Very Best Of Orange Juice_
"You're So Clever" The Orange Peels _So Far_
"So In Love" Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark _Crush_
"Something For The Longing" The Orchids _Who Needs Tomorrow_
"Steven Smith" The Organ _Grab That Gun_
"Growing Old" The Origin _Growing Old_
"A Song For Robert G" Original Sin _A Song For Robert G_
"Chocolate Box" The Originals _Chocolate Box_
"Furthest Point Away" Orlando _Passive Soul_
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Whither Indiepop A To Z # 62
(Apparently this links to a "quick intro to twee." I just googled the word "twee." It took me this place.)
Yes, yes, we're continuing the Indiepop A To Z despite the quarantine, & possibly the lack of interest, & all the other radio stuff I'm doing. & we're at the letter O, which is neat. It stands for Oregon, you know. I don't know if we'll finish the letter O, though. I am still gathering songs. We'll probably get to the "orange" bands, though: Orange Juice, Orange Peels, Orange Cake Mix. So maybe not. Hey, I'm going to include some decidedly not-indiepop bands this time around. Like who? Like OMD, duh. Like you care. You stopped reading before you actually made it to this blog. That takes skill.
Big fat bees are bumping on my window. Spring in Portland is lovely, & eerie too - we went for a bike ride today & there were very few people driving. Lots of folks in their gardens, though. Which may be why the big fat bee wants to come in. Those people are intense!
The show will happen some time tomorrow - I'm aiming for noon but I also want to sleep in & the wife is going to make me walk the dogs early so I won't be able to sleep in but I will be walking the dogs & not working on the show - at the Self Help Radio website like always. I might have time to add the others shows I do, too - the most recent Dickenbock Report, for example. But I shouldn't overwhelm you.
Gotta go - turns out the big fat bee wants me to come outside & play. I'll get my mask!
Saturday, April 25, 2020
Preface To Indiepop A To Z # 62: Information Please
After a day spent working on this week's Self Help Radio & also editing some audio files for Freeform (not to mention watching "Extraction" starring Thor who weirdly didn't use his godlike powers at all during the film), I just looked at a news site & it was like drinking a giant cup of sadness right before bedtime.
So I went to re-watch last Sunday's Last Week Tonight, which I embed below:
There's real genius in that show - something you don't get in general, let along with comedic news programs. I used to think that The Daily Show with Jon Stewart was the best thing possible, but damn, has John Oliver lapped that program & then some.
Both John Oliver & Sam Bee has found their voice again without an audience, something that has eluded Bill Maher, who continues to do his monologue to laugh tracks. Which is fine, I suppose - he can't berate them for not laughing at his jokes because he believes the audience is too sensitive. I admire his confidence that he won't accept they just might not be funny.
But he still occasionally makes an amazing point, & this week he was as brave & truthful as he imagines himself to be when he's making jokes about sexless marriages or the trouble with vaccines:
He's absolutely right in this piece. I have nothing to add, only that it was undercut somewhat by an embarrassing interview with Jay Leno right before it, with Leno rattling off unfunny topical "jokes" & Maher laughing appreciatively like Ed McMahon. Excruciating.
Anyway, good night! 939,000 cases in the United States! Over 53,000 dead! Good night!
So I went to re-watch last Sunday's Last Week Tonight, which I embed below:
There's real genius in that show - something you don't get in general, let along with comedic news programs. I used to think that The Daily Show with Jon Stewart was the best thing possible, but damn, has John Oliver lapped that program & then some.
Both John Oliver & Sam Bee has found their voice again without an audience, something that has eluded Bill Maher, who continues to do his monologue to laugh tracks. Which is fine, I suppose - he can't berate them for not laughing at his jokes because he believes the audience is too sensitive. I admire his confidence that he won't accept they just might not be funny.
But he still occasionally makes an amazing point, & this week he was as brave & truthful as he imagines himself to be when he's making jokes about sexless marriages or the trouble with vaccines:
He's absolutely right in this piece. I have nothing to add, only that it was undercut somewhat by an embarrassing interview with Jay Leno right before it, with Leno rattling off unfunny topical "jokes" & Maher laughing appreciatively like Ed McMahon. Excruciating.
Anyway, good night! 939,000 cases in the United States! Over 53,000 dead! Good night!