Welcome to the second night of a back-to-back engagement. No doubt, I must have been tired. But unlike the previous outing, this was "my" shift. Accordingly, this time around my mistakes were fewer (I think) and more routine (I think). So this is a typical program, I guess you'd say, and typically good too, though once again I've heard it way too much since.
That week people were really worked up about this (trolling?) retrospective of Alanis Morissette's Jagged Little Pill. Maybe it is a generational thing, but I didn't regard that album as any good at the time and I don't think it has improved with age. It was certainly on "heavy rotation" on local corporate "alternative" radio--this did not endear it to me, but in fairness it didn't stand a chance when Liz Phair's Exile In Guyville was totally already out there (and which, incidentally, has aged well).
It got me thinking about a couple of things--first, the 90s, the total memory of which makes me shudder. I have issues with self-disgust in general, but I really don't like the person I was in that decade. How inconvenient it is that many of my life-defining experiences happened then. Coincidentally, or maybe not, I don't find myself liking a lot of music from that period, either, though I mostly still enjoy now what little I did then. Maybe it's just me but I feel like, collectively, we need to have a talk about what went on during that time.
Second, that nihilistic (and rightly loathed) critique is exactly the sort of thing I might write had I remained in the "various businesses" that paid me to do so. My own flawed decision-making and the pointless and cruel interventions of others have spared us all that fate. But, however late I am coming around to it, I daresay that I am finally learning to distinguish between the harmless and the harmful. Most of the time it is ok to let people like things--this must be what the kids mean when they say "just keep scrolling." But punk-style negation is very hard to unlearn. I am working on it, dear friends.
BOMBAST playlist, 2019 March 27, 2100-2300:
My hands are full and I only care about myself
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Outright Denial of the Dying and the Sane: Transmission 528, 2020 May 27
Sorry If I Give You PTSD: Transmission 527, 2020 May 20
Just Admit You Don’t Know What To Do: Transmission 526, 2020 May 13
Deep off into Mother Universe: Transmission 525, 2020 May 6
Hello Refusal, You’re Just the Same as Usual: Transmission 524, 2020 April 29
I Got One Doctor That I Talk to Every Week About This Panic: Transmission 523, 2020 April 22
But What Do You Expect Me To Do? Transmission 522, 2020 April 15
Let the Sirens Sing Out Their Nightmare: Transmission 521, 2020 April 8
Can You Pretend To Love Chaos? Transmission 520, 2020 April 1
My Revenge Against the World Is To Believe Everything You Say: Transmission 519, 2020 March 25
Everything's Coming to a Grinding Halt: Transmission 518, 2020 March 18
You Try To Give Me Your Money, You Better Save It: Transmission 517, 2020 March 11
No Sex or Records for a Year and a Day: Transmission 516, 2020 March 5
It's the Beginning of the End: Transmission 515, 2020 March 4
Pay Your Respects to the Vultures, For They Are Your Future: Transmission 514, 2020 February 27
Call Me Your Nightmare, Call Me Your Dream: Transmission 513, 2020 February 26
All Surroundings Are Evolving: Transmission 512, February 19
Overstand the Futility of My Antics: Transmission 511, 2020 February 12
When Two Energies Collide, Wow, Magnificent: Transmission 510, 2020 February 5
They Will Sell You Back Your Heart: Transmission 509, 2020 February 1
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