I am pleased to report that no computer malfunctions occurred on this night. That's a first for 2019, I think. Our intrepid general manager texts me instead of calling the studio phone, and at a reasonable time as well. The stars are lining up!
Regrettably I am not at my best here, unless this is the best we can expect. My adventures in pronunciation continue, most notably with "Oneohtrix," although in my defense opinions seem to differ on that one. I have a frog in my throat, the beginning of another motif. I confidently proclaim that the PAN label is from Berlin, only to express doubt that it is even from Germany. After (finally) playing Gaye Su Akyol, I mention that "she's out of Turkey," which sounds like she is struggling to make a sandwich. Segue-ing from Public Service Broadcasting into The Snivelling Shits was perhaps less than smooth (but I did my best). And, in the "executive functioning" department, I should probably have played more reggae than the one Lee Perry track. These issues aside, this is a program for the vaults!
Reckoning: I marvel at our first airing of Skinny Puppy ("we're partying like it's 1988!") because once upon a time they were a staple of my radio diet. In my early days in college radio I labeled my program "industrial." I loved drum machines and synthesizers then (and do still) and there was a culture war afoot. This music needed defending, I felt, and there was relatively little of it and it was so hard to come by. I didn't save my playlists from that time, and there are precious few cassette recordings of old shows, but I would say that 30 years ago I played Bites quite a bit. Looking back, this music...doesn't hold up for me? (In fairness this is also true of plenty of "rock" records.) The synths and samples seem very second-wave, and the middle-aged person in me wonders if the singer isn't hurting his voice. I can't help but wonder if we saw more there than really is there. As proof that this is more about me than Skinny Puppy, I find myself enjoying OMD, of all things, in the 21st century, and I never would have played them in college. If that isn't selling out in old age I don't know what is.
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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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