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:
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Greatness in Me, You Can't Make Me Feel Less: Transmission 489, 2019 October 16
Despite All My Rage, We Still in a Daze: Transmission 488, 2019 October 13
Melt the House, Wake the World: Transmission 487, 2019 October 9
The Night Is Made of Rocks: Transmission 486, 2019 October 5
Can't Be Trusted 'Cause You're Living in the Past: Transmission 485, 2019 October 2
When One Road Close, Another One Go Open: Transmission 484, 2019 September 25
U_D_M Detour 39, 2019 September 21
If I Could Just Explain the Way My Mind Is: Transmission 483, 2019 September 18
U_D_M Detour 38, 2019 September 14
From Childhood's Hour I Have Not Been As Others Were: Transmission 482, 2019 September 11
Business Is Ok But I Miss Working with the Young Folks: Transmission 481, 2019 September 8
Off and On He's Been Here, Guess He'll Never Go Home: Transmission 480, 2019 September 4
U_D_M Detour 37, 2019 August 31
Apologizing Is Terrifying: Transmission 479, 2019 August 14
She Reassured Me with an Unfamiliar Line: Transmission 478, 2019 August 9
You've Been At It So Long It's Chronic: Transmission 477, 2019 August 7
Rest in Power, Emma Durutti: Transmission 476, 2019 July 31
Maybe You Should Know That I Suffer from Sudden, Startling Revelations: Transmission 475, 2019 July 10
Expression Experts: Transmission 474, 2019 July 6
U_D_M Detour 36, 2019 June 29
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