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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Live Flagrant, Make People Nervous: Transmission 473, 2019 June 26
U_D_M Detour 35, 2019 June 22
I Feel Something I Want To Be, Lesson One: Look at Me: Transmission 472, 2019 June 19
We Are Running Out of Love in the Time of Lexapro: Transmission 471, 2019 June 12
Flying Aboard the Seduction 747: Transmission 470, 2019 June 7
You Know How To Sing, You're a Diplomat: Transmission 469, 2019 June 5
Kiss All Your Posters, Hold All My Letters: Transmission 468, 2019 May 29
Do You Ever Want To Turn Around And Go? Transmission 467, 2019 May 22
All About the Screaming: Transmission 466, 2019 May 18
Saying Nothing So You Don't Have To Lie: Transmission 465, 2019 May 15
That Little Problem Our Boys in Engineering Find So Entertaining: Transmission 464, 2019 May 8
Cruising Altitude Departure 32, 2019 May 4
Let Me Take You Down the Corridors of My Life: Transmission 463, 2019 May 1
But What Does It Matter? Transmission 462, 2019 April 24
Validate What You Create: Transmission 461, 2019 April 23
Of Course You'll Scoff: Transmission 460, 2019 April 17
I'll Have To Stay By Your Side: Transmission 459, 2019 April 10
M Is For The Mean Things That This Mean Man Does: Transmission 458, 2019 April 3
He's Scandinavian, That's Why I'm Confused: Transmission 456, 2019 March 26
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