Preface To Patience: Thinking Ahead To The Anniversary

It is rather impatient of me, but I try to plan my shows out a month ahead of time, & the show that will happen four weeks from Monday will happen on October 5.  Which will be four days shy of October 9.  Which is the anniversary of when Self Help Radio started.  The show began in Austin, Texas, on a Wednesday afternoon at 2pm.  It was October 9, 2002.  The show will officially be eighteen years old.  It would have been off to college if it weren't for the damn virus!

What I have been doing the past few years on the anniversary is revisiting old themes, usually finding newer songs, of course having interviews, stuff like that.  Last year I revisited the theme "1969" from 2005.  (That's a weird sentence to look at.)  I went back to 2005 & found four themes that could bear a second look.  Those are:

Dinner

Dresses

Hate

Lions

Which one would you like the show to re-do?  You can tell me in a comment here, or on the Facebook page, or in a second I'll make a poll on Twitter.  Okay, I just did.  Let me know.

Thanks!

Just Watching Videos Of Rain

When there's rain on the brain.  & you check the weather vane.  The one that's not a bird, it's a Great Dane.  You wait for it to explain.  Why it's so dry it's profane.  You wish to give free reign.  To some magic airplane.  Seed the clouds into a hurricane.  All the water they contain.  No more would remain. Unleashed upon this parched plain.  You know how people maintain.  It's always wet here's their refrain.  A cliché so inane.  Yet passed off as witty & urbane.  But the skies do abstain.  What do they have to gain.  Selfish in their domain.  It give me a migraine.  It seems inhumane.  To cause so much pain.  Until the heavens drain.  I'll sip some warm champagne.  Hope there's something to gain.  Just watching videos of rain.

Photographs Of Places I've Lived # 2: The Lockwood Arms

 

(Image from Google Maps.)

This is a place where I used to live, as it looked like in 2019, many decades after I lived there.  When I lived there, it was called The Lockwood Arms.

While I have some vague memories about living in the apartment complex then-called Kingsley Manor, which I talked about last week, I have many more memories about the Lockwood Arms, where I lived most probably during my first & second grade years, from 1973-1974.  In fact, one of the earliest pictures of me that I have was definitely taken there:

That's what the inside of the place now called "Spanish Stone" looked like when I was six or seven years old.  I've actually talked about the Lockwood Arms on this blog before, so that rather than try to remember anything more about the place, you can read what I've previously written here.  I can't say if where I am standing in this picture was our apartment or not, but I suspect it wasn't.

Something else interesting - when I wrote about this almost ten years ago, the place was called "Orchard Square."  How many names has it had in the forty-five-plus years since I've lived there?  I could swear it was the Lockwood Arms for many years after we left - well into the 1980s.  Who knows?

Self Help Radio 083120: Indiepop A To Z # 63

(I think I got all the images here from Discogs.  Maybe one from Bandcamp?)

Hooray!  We've finished the Indiepop O!  On to the Indiepop P!  I'll never finish this, will I.

My apologies for this post-show announcement happening the day after the show.  I am usually quite busy on Mondays with my KBOO show, I figured it could wait.  I know you don't care, but I am generally an apologetic fellow, so in case someone was like, Why the fuck isn't this posted on Monday afternoon like it's been for the past few months?  Is Gary dead?  Did he die?  Oh shit he's dead!  Things like that escalate quickly without an explanation.

Anyway, the show's now at the Self Help Radio website.  Remember the username (SHR) & the password (selfhelp).  It's mainly music, not a whole lot of me talking, so, you know, probably a better show than usual.

La la.

Self Help Radio Indiepop A To Z # 63
"Crystal Nights (Seven Inches Version)" Ornamental _Crystal Nights_
"Something Big" Jim O'Rourke _Eureka_
"Once" Ortolan _Time On A String_

"Only Friend" Oscar _Cut & Paste_
"Torn Lovers" Other People's Children _Delete.Control.Escape: The Selective Memory Of OPC (2000-2003)_
"Is It Any Wonder" The Other Side _Is It Any Wonder_
"Innocence" The Other Two _The Other Two & You_
"She Walks Down" Other Voices _She Walks Down_

"One Wish Too Many" Our American Cousins _One Wish Too Many_
"Burning" The Outskirts _Heaven's On The Move_
"Keep It Together" Oval-Teen _A Million Shades Of Oval-Teen_
"The Daily Oblivion" Overlord _In Soviet Russia, My Heart Breaks You_
"Left Blue" Owl & The Pussycat _Owl & The Pussycat_
"Isaac Bashevis Singer" The Owls _Daughters & Suns_

"Jetstream" Pacific _Sea Of Sand EP_
"The Rain Comes Down" Pacific Radio _Pacific Radio_
"You're My Kind Of Girl" Page Boys _Whaam! Bam! Thank You Dan! A Whaam! Records Compilation 1981-1984_
"Everything With You" The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart _The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart_
"Where The Railtracks Met" Paint _Transatlantic Pop Explosion_

"Cradle" Paint In Watercolour _Glare_
"Hatebomb" Paintbox _Split 7" with the Ammonites_
"Until Goodbye" A Painted September _Summer Escape_
"Lovelife" The Painted Word _Lovelife_
"Lilac Car" Painting By Numbers _Mit Sonnenschirmen Fingen Wir Den Blütenzauber 12"_

"Brighter Than The Sun" The Pale Corners _Split 7" with the Gresham Flyers_
"(Don't Let Your Love) Start A War" The Pale Fountains _(Don't Let Your Love) Start A War_
"4 O'Clock In The Morning" Pale Lights _Before There Were Pictures_
"Sight Of You" Pale Saints _Barging Into The Presence Of God_

Whither Indiepop A To Z # 63?

(I found this on the Tumblr somewhere.  I don't recall where.  It has nothing to do with the show.  It just seems like the most true thing about me I've ever seen.)

Yes, this week it's the 63rd installment of the Indiepop A To Z series.  I was going to try to collect all the Indiepop A To Z series - almost all of which you can listen to on the Self Help Radio archive page - onto one handy web page, but I ran out of time today, as I am trying to make three radio shows at the same thing.  It can get complicated!

So instead I'll tell you that I believe we will finish the letter O & start the letter P.  & it'll happen from 8-10am (the usual time) on 90.3+98.3fm Freeform Portland, online at freeformportland.org.  Lots of indiepop goodness, not a lot of my regular nonsense, thank goodness.

That is all.

Preface To Indiepop A To Z # 63: This Ripped Out Diary Page

It's very late where we all are.  I crossed over the Columbia River today*, & walked a bit along its northern shore with my dogs.  People swam & almost no one had a mask on, although I did.  My dogs did not.

Did I resist an urge to swim?  I did!  Did I resist an urge to commandeer a boat from the nearby marina & sail away?  I did!  Did I resist an urge to take pictures of families playing in the water because I felt like that would be creepy?  I did!

It was a nice walk nonetheless**.

On the other side of the river, in dear old Portland, we stopped to find donuts & people were out on the street, all of them or almost all of them wearing masks.  It was dark by then & my eyes don't work so well in the dark***.  The donuts, bought in a grocery store, were baked, but were fine.

Maybe I've not mentioned it here before but I love long dog walks in unfamiliar parts of town.  Not so much nature walks, although those are nice too.  I should probably be more methodical but I want to say after many years that I've walked in all the neighborhoods in Portland.  My wife refers to the walks as "palate cleansers," although she might be referencing something I said before.  It certainly sounds like something I'd say****.  I'm thinking we should do these walks more than once a week, if we can find the time.  Like I said, I love them.

Oh, the dogs love them, too.  It makes them happy*****.

* I was on a bridge in a car.  Nothing fancy.
** I took a few non-creepy pictures.
*** I forgot to turn the headlights on as we exited the grocery store, someone drove by & said "Lights, lights, lights!"
**** & not like something she'd day.
***** They get very excited & move faster & with more purpose than on our regular walks.  That's why I think it makes them happy.  They of course don't ever tell me how they're feeling.

Did I Grow Up On Or Near A Children's Book?

Recently I discovered I once had a classmate whose name sounded like it was from a children's book.  It had never occurred to me, so when I was talking about him I thought I had made the name up.  Then I thought of his next-door neighbor whose name was alliterative & then the street on which they lived & then the name of the creek near where they lived.  It would've fit perfectly in a children's book.

We had been friends I believe in first grade.  Maybe second.  I remember one day - I don't know why I did this - I brought all my comic books up to school.  They all fit in a large paper grocery bag.  I guess I wanted to show them to him.  Some time later, he sent me a package with an issue of Detective Comics in it.  We went to the same schools - elementary, middle, & high - but were really never friends after those first few grades.  He grew up tall & thin.  At some point in high school, I ran into him & called him by the name I had used in middle school, but it was a diminutive he rejected.  That was literally the last time I ever saw him.

His next-door neighbor & I were never friends, but I suppose we were friendly.  We knew each other mainly in elementary school.  Years later, when I was hosting a training session for KOOP, I recognized the name of a trainee & realized it was his older brother, who had been two years ahead of us in school.  I don't know if he actually knew me, but I guess he knew my name, because he seemed to recognize me, & he became a great volunteer & a good programmer & I daresay we became friends.

At some party, the older brother brought the younger, who had had a rough time of it in life.  I didn't recognize him at all.  We didn't have much to talk about.  & that was probably the last time I'll ever see him.

This came up because I was talking the other day to someone with the same first name - who spelled it the same way.  I suspected he had wanted to reject the childish diminutive in the same manner.  Then I realized the picture I was painting:

My childhood classmate's name was Robbie Spangle.  His neighbor was Bryan Boyden.  They lived on Glenbrook Drive.  Next to Duck Creek.  Where in a fictional land they solved mysteries & got into wholesome boyish shenanigans.

Too bad there are so few Garys in children's books.  & almost certainly no Gary Dickersons.

Photographs Of Places I've Lived # 1: Kingsley Manor

(Image from Google Maps.)

There's not much information online about the apartment complex called "Kingsley Manor."  Like many apartment buildings in & around the Dallas metroplex where I grew up, it has changed its name quite a bit.  The most recent name is "Kingsley Crossing."  It appears to be quite a dump (check out the online reviews) but that's not to say it wasn't like that when I lived there.

My parents divorced when I was around four years old (which would have been 1972) & my mother had very few choices where to go.  She had seven children - I suspect four or five of them were still at home - & the other two doubtless helped her pay for the apartment.

In my memory's correct - & it isn't - we lived in one of the apartments on the bottom level on the left up there.  I remember looking out of the window into Kingsley Avenue, a moderately busy street.  The front doors opened into a courtyard on the other side.  It wasn't a large place - I don't know how six of us lived there, & I'm not sure whom in my family I can ask to find out the details - but I suspect I lived there until part of my first grade year, or maybe before first grade.

This is the first place I remember living in.  There were other homes - houses my family rented, which my father's drinking caused us to lose - & I've never figured out exactly how many places that was before we moved into Kingsley Manor.  Too bad there aren't any pictures of that place online.  Besides the large white columns, I don't recognize much of those apartments - & I spent a summer delivering the paper to them, & my mother worked at a convenience right next to them until 1987.  So they existed in my world for much longer than I lived in them.

My thought it we lived there somewhat briefly - perhaps 1972 to 1973 or 1974.  Then we moved to an apartment complex down the street.

Self Help Radio 082420: A Giant Show

(Original image here.)

To be honest, when I first thought about doing a "giant" show, I didn't know if I knew any giants.  Then I did the show, & then I got a call from Claude.  Claude's a guy I know who's an actual giant.

"Why didn't you have me on the show?" he asked.
"I guess I forgot your were a giant," I said.
"I'll six foot nine!" he said.
"But you're always sitting down!" I said in my defense.

The moral of the story is, you never know if you have giants in your life, especially if they're usually sitting down.  Ask your friends & acquaintances to stand up every once in a while, it may surprise you - you might be surrounded by giants!

Then maybe play them this week's Self Help Radio, a show about giants & giant things.  You can listen now (whether you're sitting down or not) at the Self Help Radio web page  Remember, username=SHR, password=selfhelp.  The show is exactly two hours long - how did that happen?  You can see what transpired (musically & verbally) below.

A Giant Self Help Radio Show
"Giants" Quintessence _Cries From The Midnight Circus (Ladbroke Grove 1967-78)_
"Giants" Slapp Happy _Desperate Straights_
"Sleeping Giants" The Chills _Soft Bomb_

introduction & definitions

"Giant" Throwing Muses _House Tornado_
"Giant" Muy Cansado _Let It Go_
"Giant Corporation" Maria Bamford _How To Win!_
"Giants' Graves" The Witch & The Robot _On Safari_
"Battle Of The Giants" The Pioneers _Battle Of The Giants_

interview with Dr. Lawrence Schmecken

"Giant Sized Baby Thing" Bow Wow Wow _Your Box Set Pet (The Complete Recordings 1980-1984)_
"Taking Windmills For Giants" The Boy Least Likely To _The Great Perhaps_
"Need Some Giants" The New Pornographers _In The Morse Code Of Brake Lights_
"Kicking: Giant" Some Velvet Sidewalk _Whirlpool_
"Giants" The Stranglers _Giants_

interview with my youngest friends Alyssa & Jason

"The Land Of The Giants" The Cravats _The Land Of The Giants_
"Take A Giant Step" Rising Sons _Rising Sons Featuring Taj Mahal & Ry Cooder_
"The Giants Garden" Audio Active _We Are Audio Active (Tokyo Space Cowboys)_
"When Giants Fall" Love Is All _A Hundred Things Keep Me Up At Night_
"Giant Ear" Fishboy _Zipbangboom_

interview with the Cincinnati Giant's best friend Thad Baxter

"Giant" Desario _Little Darla Has A Treat For You V.27: Eternal Spring Edition_
"Giant" The Honest Johns _Meteor 1986 - 1990_
"Giant Hans" Erase Errata _Nightlife_
"Giant Hands" You Say Party! We Say Die! _Lose All Time_
"The Giant" Johnny Burnette _The Complete Recordings 1955-1964_

conclusion & goodbye

"Jolly Green Giant" _Negativland _Happy Heroes_
"A Giant's Dream" Herman Dune _Sweet Thursday_

Whither A Giant Show?

(Image from here.)

Tomorrow - assuming you're reading this Sunday - or today - assuming you're reading this early Monday - or back on Monday the 24th - assuming you're reading this any other day - although if you're reading this every other day, you'll need to change all the verb tenses from present to past because the events about which this blog post is talking are happening really quite soon - tomorrow Self Help Radio is hosting "a giant show."  What does that mean?

Quite simply, it means a show about giants & giant things.  Quite complicatedly, it means that the original intention was songs about giants but at some point in the collection of songs about giants the songs about giant things had also amassed & some of them were really good & it was like, "Why exclude these things because they're giant too just not giants."  Quite Germanly, ich kann wirklich kein Deutsch. Ich habe einen Online-Übersetzer verwendet, um dies zu schreiben. Meine deutschen Vorfahren würden sich zutiefst schämen. Naja. Darf ich auch hinzufügen, daß ich drei schöne Hunde habe?

In any event, the event of tomorrow is Self Help Radio's "giant show."  It will happen at all altitudes where one can listen from 8-10am on 90.3+98.3fm Freeform Portland & online at freeformportland.org.

Listen!  It will make you feel like a giant!

Preface To A Giant Show: Hairless Giants

Somebody was reading to me - sorry, I'll get to talking about giants or whatever in a second - the history of toupees.  I'm sorry, I mean toupées.  Mustn't forget the accent aigu!  By the way, I wasn't sure I spelled "aigu" properly - I thought it was "ague" because that's sort of how I pronounce it - & I found typed quickly into a search engine, "accent age" - & I got this response:

Accents are forever."  Subheading: By their first birthday, babies are getting locked into the sounds of the language they hear spoken.

That's more about accents from a foreign language rather than regional accents; I actually worked pretty hard when I was sixteen years old to lose the Southern accent that I once had & that graces the voices of all of my siblings.  Actually, my mother, who is German, speaks English - I've been told - with a Southern accent on top of her German accent!

Anyway, someone was reading me an article about the toupée (with the accent aigu) (which my blogger spellcheck says is incorrectly spelled, & it says the same about toupée but not toupee) in which it was said the oldest example of a toupée was found in an Egyptian tomb dated over five thousand years ago.  It also mentioned the Ovid quote, "Ugly are hornless bulls, a field without grass is an eyesore. So is a tree without leaves, so is a head without hair."  Gosh male people have had to deal with the stigma of baldness for a long time!

Toupée use has doubtless grown as we've begun living longer.  I myself have less hair every day.  I remember when I was looking for some consolation from the wife about my fear of balding, I asked if I might have a bald spot forming, hoping she would realize that I wanted her to say no, my hair was fine.  She did say no - that was momentarily gratifying - but then she said, "But of course your hair is thinning.  So maybe soon."

My hair was thinning!  I wouldn't buy a toupée though.  It just seems silly.  It's like when the dentist asks if I am interested in teeth whitening.  Isn't that something one does to feel - not necessarily to be - more attractive?  I've never really felt attractive, so doing something to make me feel attractive seems improbable & silly.  Still, I thought, it might be fun to read an article or even a short book about the history of toupées & wigs.  If only I wasn't always working on radio shows!

Like this one coming up about giants!  I was never going to be a giant myself but I do believe that I am actually shrinking.  The last time I had my height checked, I was around 5/8ths of an inch shorter than the last time I had my height checked.  That doesn't bode well.  In fact, it bodes ill.  Bald & shrimpy, my future seems bleak.  I wonder if it's possible to suddenly grow a hunchback in one's dotage?  If so, I'm doomed.

The word "toupée" by the way comes from the French & means "tuft of hair," or "forelock."  The word itself admits it's not the entire head of hair.  I like that.

Giants probably don't worry about hair loss.  Who can see the top of their heads, anyway?

Project Spacesuit

There once was a suit who wanted to go into space.  It made a list in which, this is true, it wrote, "Prose & cons."  One might be forgiven for thinking it intended to write a musical comedy that takes place in a prison.

Was there someone looking in your mailbox recently?  Don't just be suspicious - announce it to the world!  Someone may need the extra outrage!

The suit didn't have any idea how it would get to space.  It barely got out at all.  It belonged to a stay-at-home dad who had no real occasion to wear it.  Then the virus happened.

It's too hard to keep the cat indoors!  Why do you want me to keep the cat indoors?  It wants to go out, let's just let it out!  The cat's missing?  Really?  Let's put flyers up!  Let's do everything possible to get it back home!

During a commercial break, the suit slipped out.  This was easier than it had imagined.  With a hat to cover its lack of a head, & with a bold saunter that was generally ignored, it managed even to board a flight to Houston.  NASA here we come!

The man next door - he - he's up to his neck in palm oil.  He's just covered in it.  He's slathering it all over himself & he's laughing.  Why would he take such great joy in this?  Doesn't he know?  Should we mention it?  He should know.

NASA met the suit at the airport, I believe it's called Dead George Bush Airport, as it arrived in Houston.  The suit called ahead.  NASA explained that they don't actually send rockets into space anymore.  That happens in Russia.  But here, they made the suit a passport.

It's been so dry recently.  Also things are on fire.  Did we mean to keep everything on fire for so many months of the year?  We should maybe rethink that.  We can't?  There's simply no way to do anything differently that would mean we wouldn't be on fire for most of the year?  Ah well.

The suit landed in Russia & was whisked away to a platform where a rocket was waiting.  It didn't understand Russian, but it knew the universal language of "go that way & you'll be there."  Forced to sit in-between an American astronaut & some Belgian dude who smelled of chocolate, the suit felt for the first time a slight anxiety.  Maybe it was the chocolate odor.

You know that sort-of overpolite way of saying thank you that goes, "You're too kind"?  It's not true.  There simply isn't anyone too kind.  There hasn't been for a while.  When you hear someone say that, remember: it's said with derision, not with gratitude.

At the International Space Station a scientist from Ohio took the suit & showed it the earth moving below.  Then she said, "Hey, you know what?  You're a space suit now!"  The suit had never felt prouder.  Or happier.  Do suits feel happiness?  Probably not.  But pride, sure.  They're clothes, after all!

How Very Difficult To Make Very Little Sense

Sir, if I may:
You logged into your journal on this late date the following algorithm:
Sloth, kettle, hypospray, collocation.
You expect us, perchance, to solve this as a riddle?

Nonsense, my lord!

Yet may I ask what rights do you take to have, to sully mine own things with your espy?

My espy?

Your espy.

I guess I'm in charge.  I can look at what I want.

That hardly seems in keeping with principles of privacy & civil liberties.

Why do you think we have privacy & civil liberties?

& thus you have divined the meaning of "sloth"!

What sort of game are you playing here?

Is it a game?  Or is it a gamelan?

I'm pretty sure I wouldn't confuse a game with an Indonesian percussion instrument.

It's not one instrument!  It's several.

& you're thinking it resembles a kettle.

To the untrained eye.

Oh god what a stretch.  Look, I don't want to do this anymore.

We're halfway through!

Please don't.

But I...

Star Trek reference.

Damn it!

I mean, I know what a frickin' hypospray is.

Your conscience shall call you coward!

What are you doing?

Looking up "collocation" on my phone.

What are these "phones" of which you speak?

"The habitual juxtaposition of a particular word with another word or words with a frequency greater than chance."

Ha ha, like magic you find...

So your point is "sloth, kettle, hypospray, & collocation" is not collocation & never will be.

Hunh.

Well.

Why were you looking in my journal anyway?

You told me to look into your journal!
You said to look into your journal for an algorithm.

Oh yeah.

Then you said "talk in that fakey voice you talk in when you're at ren fairs."

Speaking of ren fairs - why don't we ever do anything fun anymore?

The pandemic.

This damn pandemic!

Self Help Radio 081720: Nothing Left

(Original image here.)

Well.  There's nothing left of Self Help Radio.  Not after this show.

Please note, Self Help Radio is not comparing itself to devastation as that left after a natural disaster, or a human-made disaster like war, or the disaster of time, like the ruins of once-thriving cities.  No, the show just kinda feels that way.

What is there to do after such a feeling?  If there's nothing left, what can you do?  Unless - could it be?  Has the show been engaging in hyperbole?  What if there is, in fact, something left?  Maybe something was saved after nothing was left.  Or maybe - bear with me here - while we thought that there was nothing left, it turns that nothing left.  Something didn't leave.  Nothing left.  & frankly, nothing was holding Self Help Radio back.

Oh, wait.  That means there'll be another episode next week.  Fuck.

If you enjoy the sensation of experiencing nothing left, you may listen to this week's Self Help Radio now & anytime at the Self Help Radio website.  Please remember a username & a password will be needed - I suggest "SHR" for the former, "selfhelp" for the latter.  The show went a smidge over two hours, what happened on the show is listed below.

& now I have nothing left to write.

Self Help Radio Nothing Left Show
"Nothing Left" Roy Milton _Rock 'n' Rhythm & Blues_
"Nothing Left" Buzzcocks _Love Bites_
"Nothing Left" The Primitives _Lovely_

introduction, definitions, & a moment of crisis

"Nothing Left To Do But Cry" Merry Clayton _On The Soul Side_
"Pretty Soon There'll Be Nothing Left For Everybody" Harry Nilsson _Sandman_
"Nothing Left" Jad Fair & Daniel Johnston _Jad Fair & Daniel Johnston_
"Nothing Left To Talk About (feat. Nicky Wire)" Sarah Cracknell _Red Kite_
"Nothing Left To Be Desired" Johnny "Guitar" Watson _A Real Mother For Ya_

Ned Dry's first guest: a juggler?

"Nothing Left At All" The Cranberries _Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We?_
"Nothing Left In My Heart" Babes _Untitled (Five Tears)_
"Nothing Left (To Say)" The Lodger _Life Is Sweet_
"Nothing Left To Give" Kelly Garrett _You Step Into My World_
"(Nothing Left But) Poison In The Rain" Herman Düne _Next Year In Zion_

Ned Dry's second guest: singer/songwriter Mayor McCheese

"Nothing Left To Give" Thelma Houston _Motown Floorshakers_
"There Is Nothing Left" The Drums _Encyclopedia_
"Nothing Left" Allison Weiss _Say What You Mean_
"Nothing Left" Seapony _Falling_
"Nothing Left To Lose" Wipers _Land Of The Lost_

Ned Dry's third guest: Sir Archibald Von Poesy

"There's Nothing Left To Do But Cry" The Baroques _Wyld Sydes Volume Six_
"Nothing Left" The Leaving Trains _The Big Jinx_
"Nothing Left To Say" The Eyeliners _Here Comes Trouble_
"Nothing Left To Say" The Makes Nice _Candy Wrapper & Twelve Other Songs_
"Nothing Left To Lose" Earl Thomas _Blue... Not Blues_

conclusion & goodbye

"Nothing Left Of Me" Rita Hosking _Little Boat_
"Nothing Left" Jake Clemons _Eyes On The Horizon_
"Nothing Left" Nikki Sudden _The Boy From Nowhere Who Fell Out Of The Sky, Vol. 3_
"Nothing Left To Say" Skywave _Synthstatic_

Whither Nothing Left?

(Beirut.  Image from here.)

Is this it?  Is there nothing left of Self Help Radio but a radio show with the theme "nothing left"?  Is it finally over?  Is our long national nightmare at long last finally over?!?!?

Nah, it's just a bunch of songs which use the phrase "nothing left."  When you listen to music as much as I do, you start noticing recurring words, phrases, themes.  One of them was "nothing left."  This was before Beirut, before that stupid, terrible accident, & in fact in news reports people would say, "There's nothing left there."  So it makes the show seem somewhat timely, although also somewhat opportunistic, & then it's gross, so I say, the idea for the show happened way before the explosion at the port in Beirut!

So. There'll be nothing left on the radio tomorrow from 8-10am on Freeform Portland, that's Monday morning, on 90.3+98.3fm here in Portland, & online everywhere at freeformportland.org.

But if there's nothing left, what's there to listen to?  Tune in to find out!

Preface To Nothing Left: The Sound Of Silence

No-one really believes this but that sound you hear when it's completely quiet & you think what you're hearing is silence but instead it's like the sound of the smallest electrical wire operating somewhere far away?  That sound I like to think is the sound of your brain working.  Imagine!  You might actually hear the sound of your brain thinking of & listening to the sound of itself!

At some point I asked several someones if that were true & they told me it wasn't.  Also I've asked around, you know, in casual conversation, about the sound of tiny electricity in your head when it's otherwise very quiet & most people I've asked don't hear that sound.  One person suggested it might be mild tinnitus.  & in fact, on website after website, I read this:

If the hairs inside your inner ear are bent or broken, they can "leak" random electrical impulses to your brain, causing tinnitus.

As for me, I prefer to think the "leaked" "electrical impulses" come directly from my brain.  Knowing that it's almost certainly not true doesn't dissuade me from embracing it - it probably does the opposite.  It's nice to imagine one being able to literally hear oneself think.  & it's amazing to imagine the moment right before there's nothing left of life when one hears oneself stop thinking.  Being about not to think one's last thought because one simply cannot think any more.

Before I began writing this, before I began thinking about quiet, almost meditative times when I think I am listening to my brain softly whirr, I wrote down this short phrase: penury dirge.

Penury is extreme destitution, & destitution is extreme poverty.  Poverty is the state of having little to nothing, & when one reaches poverty, then travels to destitution, & finally ends up at penury, one can definitely say one has nothing left.

While I grew up in poverty, we were fortunate to have many things.  We always for example had a roof over our heads.  There were many reasons for this.  One was that my siblings were old enough to work & contribute to the household after my parents divorced.  They almost certainly helped pay for the little apartment we lived in when we fled our house when I was four.  The second is that eventually my mother, despite her pride, contacted the government & was able to get welfare payments & food stamps.  The last is that my mother eventually got a job, & one in which it was very easy to steal small amounts of money & things like food - it was at a convenience store - to keep us alive.

It was therefore clear to me I could not in good conscience write any kind of "penury dirge" despite how much I liked the short phrase & instead I started focusing on the little electrical hum in my head.  Which is probably due to bent or broken ear hairs & not on my brain chugging along, second-guessing itself, & absent-mindedly keeping my heart beating & my lungs breathing.

Though I suspect it might be the noise my brain makes after all.

You Saw Me In My Old Movie

Back when I was an actor.

Granted, I was typecast early as a monster.  But I told myself, "Monsters are like the romantic leads of monster movies."  & everyone wanted at least one tooth of mine, & I could grow them back, so I gave them away.

"You gave away all your teeth?" you asked me.  I would've smiled at you, but they hadn't grown back yet.  & my grin is, well, monstrous.

Let me tell you about the movie you saw: it was filmed not in a lake, but on a movie set.  There was a giant pool, about twenty feet deep, which was filled with very cold water.  One of the production assistants warned me that many, many famous actors who had done movies there had quite possibly urinated in that pool.  "Don't they change the water?" I asked & she laughed at me.

In those days I had an almost religious aversion to swimming.  Swimming & advertisements.  Somehow they went together in my head, like asthma & smoking, or corduroys & tattoos.  In my monster wetsuit, I almost drowned so many times the insurance people yelled at the producers who in turn fired the director, who called me later that night in drunken tears telling me he no longer had the will to live.

Could I have fought for a better film?  You said you were mildly amused by it, & people can't say that about every film.  This was in the days before CGI, mind you.  Possibly in the days before make-up, although don't quote me on that.  Was there a green screen?  I remember everyone getting gift bags with squeaky rubber duckies in them, as if the giant pool where many actors (myself, now, included) went "number one" in was actually a mammoth bathtub.  The gift bag did not, unfortunately, contain soap & a scrub brush.

Were you interviewing me for a magazine article?  Or for a job?  These days I am not entirely sure where I am, where I'm going, & nor why I'm there.  It's like my mother used to say, "The teeth will one day get slower in the growing back, & may one day never grow back at all."  One cold winter evening I spent on the internet once seeing where my teeth had ended up.  Some - it turns out - didn't even seem to come from a monster at all!

Anyway, I occasionally go to those shows where I sign pictures of myself for a few bucks & get my picture taken with people who claim to be my fans.  They sometimes dress up as me from some movie or another.  Some of them seem to be versions of me I lost along the way, or have emerged from an alternate reality by falling through a hole in the universe.  Some seem like friends, others like nurses carrying me from one giant white machine to another - "more tests!" they say cheerfully.  I sign whatever they put in front of me.

One more thing about the movie you saw: I don't believe I was actually in it.  It's hard to tell, because of the mask the monster wore, but you'd think I'd recognize my own body, even covered in a monster wetsuit.  It just doesn't seem like my body, you know?  & I've lived with that for my entire life.

You didn't stay long, which is fine.  I was actually just about ready to smile wide - a mouth full of new teeth! - when you left.  I saw you take a bus to an airplane which flew to a boat.  Did the harbor look like a giant pool in a movie studio with water unchanged for decades?  Naw, it was too small.  The world, it turns out, is much smaller than a movie studio, which, truth be told, goes on forever.

They've invited me to a retrospective of my works, & I'm ashamed to admit I'm not in any of them.  There's free food, & a hotel room, & perhaps a panel I must sit on with other old people like myself.  I have started to lie - did I tell you? - I've started to just say the first thing that pops into my head about the movies they think I've made.  A story here about a helicopter which refused to sing.  A story there about the ingenue who chewed tobacco (she's no longer with us, she can't complain or disagree).  Another story about getting rabies from rabbits while in a massive meadow.  Or were they extras dressed up as rabbits?  The audience laughs & laughs.

There was also that one time I thought I saw you in the back of one of these film festivals.  My eyesight is not so good, & earlier that day I'd given away my very last tooth to a fan who was a quarter my age.  I would have wanted to give it to you, had I known you were there.  Then I would've confessed to being a fraud, but I suspect you already knew.

Anyway, that wasn't me in the monster movie.  I was just the monster the movie reminded you of.

Guzzle

Contrary to popular thought, not all the blues are blue.
Like all roads lead to somewhere, not all roads will lead through.

& even though you say, "Well that's a fine how do you do!"
There are hours of conversation that we have to stumble through.

You pick up your guitar, you strum a chord or two.
While I pick up your diary & begin the flipping through.

Do I invade your privacy? Do I do that to you?
You invade my space with that ashtray that you threw!

You say the sinking sun begins the night anew.
A moment of completion, & now the day is through.

Self Help Radio 081020: Zebras

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Seven out of twelve zebras agree: today's Self Help Radio was a fair & accurate description of zebras & worth the time of any zebra or zebra lover should they wish to listen to a radio show about zebras.  I want to point out I only asked twelve zebras because I only know twelve zebras, & it's safe to say that Miranda & Jennifer really don't like me so they were going to say they hated the show no matter what.  However, Homer has generally been honest with me despite thinking me insipid, so I should think his opinion counts for more than, say, Ted-Bob's or Hoofer's, since they've been enthusiastic supporters since we've met.  But seriously, it's hard to get seven zebras to agree to anything these days, if you must know, except "biting flies fucking suck" & "yeah, that's a lion, let's get the hell out of here."

So I'm feeling pretty good about this show, which aired this morning from 8-10am on Freeform Portland.  It's very happily resting now at the Self Help Radio website which you can listen to it any old time.  
Maybe now?  Okay, whatever.  Just remember you need a username (SHR) & a password (selfhelp) to access that or any other file.  The show is two hours long, & what happened on the show is written below.

Miranda & Jennifer says, "If you like this show, you hate zebras."  Why do they despise me so?

Self Help Radio Zebra Show
"Zebras" Zulluu _Zulluu Captured Live_
"Zebras" Chins _Animals & Creatures_
"I Am A Zebra" Elaine O'Connell Lake _My Room_

introduction, definitions, & an interruption

"Zebra" Beach House _Teen Dream_
"Zebra" Yma Sumac _Miracles_
"Zebra Question" Shel Silverstein _A Light In The Attic_
"Neon Zebra" Shonen Knife _The Birds & The B-Sides_
"Zebra Standards 29" R. Stevie Moore _Delicate Tension_

interview with zebra domesticator Karl Blanford

"Beatles Zebra Crossing?" Shriekback _Sacred City_
"Zebra" The Magnetic Fields _69 Love Songs_
"Yak & Zebra" Dame Judi Dench _35 Animal Stories For Children_
"Zebra" Benji Hughes _Songs In The Key Of Animals_
"Red Eyed Zebra" The Deer Tracks _The Archer Trilogy, Pt. 3_

a selection from his "Animal Totem" tape series by the Rev Dr Howard Gently

"I've Got A Zebra - She Can Fly" The Unfolding _How To Blow Your Mind & Have A Freakout Party_
"Zebra In The Kitchen" The Standells _Zebra In The Kitchen_
"Zebras In Zoos" Fred Klett _One Of Ten_
"Maasai Mara" The Ruby Suns _The Ruby Suns_
"Zebra" Cesaria Evora _Cabo Verde_

interview with anthropologist Dr. Madeline Munch

"Zebra Club" The Bongos _Drums Along The Hudson_
"The Zebra Question" Caspar Babypants _Bug Out!_
"Zebra" Ken Nordine _Wink: Ken Nordine Does Robert Shure_
"Horror Pop" Marina & The Diamonds _Mermaid Vs Sailor_
"Zebra Skin Shop Assistant" Danny Adler _Nightshift_

 conclusion & goodbye

"Zebra" Oneohtrix Point Never _R Plus Seven_
"Zebra" Youngsters _Las Vegas Grind!_
"Mr. Zebra" The Chanteers _Mercury Records Doo Wop # 7_
"Zebra" The Nits _New Flat_
"Zebra" Artichoke _26 Animals_

Whither Zebras?

 

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Look at these guys!  How can you ask me why this week's Self Help Radio will be about zebras?  You should be asking why aren't there more radio shows about zebras!  Why aren't there?

Listen, I've spent the past week talking to lots of zebras & it turns out they're really great guys.  A bit humorless but when you spend most of your time trying to fend off biting flies & the occasional hungry lion, you don't get a lot of time to have too much fun.  Still, they're thoughtful & sometimes they wax poetic & you know what?  I don't think I've ever met an animal who has been so grateful about someone buying them lunch.  "I can order whatever?" each zebra I met asked incredulously.  I was like "Sure, whatever you want!"  Mainly they ordered the grass of the day, but if they had wanted fruit or something else, I would've sprung for it.  Even juice.  They rob you with the price of juice at restaurants but I wanted the zebras to be happy.

Granted, these were zoo zebras - I wasn't able to make it out to Africa because of the virus & stuff, & anyway I don't know the languages they speak out there - but the immigrant zebras I met still feel very connected to that place.  Almost wistful, really.  I was like, "You even miss the lions?" & they were like, "No we don't miss the lions you freak.  Are you going to finish your grass?"

It must also be said that the zebras I talked to (except for Brian, who enjoyed being contrary) all seemed very excited there was going to be a radio show about them.  Granted, I had to explain was radio was, & also that they weren't going to get paid (except for lunch) but otherwise they were flattered & quite excited to know someone thought enough of them to make a radio show for them.  They were all just great.  Except maybe Brian.  Brian I think wasn't so much a zebra as just some kind of ass.

Listen tomorrow (Monday) morning to Freeform Portland for a celebration of the zebra with song & talk.  It'll happen from 8-10am on 90.3 & 98.3 fm & online at freeformportland.org.  You'll make so many zebra friends!  I know I did!