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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Cruising Altitude Departure 31, 2019 March 23
We Are Your Latenight Weeknight Companion: Transmission 455, 2019 March 20
She Understands There Are Problems: Transmission 454, 2019 March 17
Never Was Naive Enough To Know When I Was Wrong: Transmission 453, 2019 March 13
You Can't Get Enough, But Enough Ain't the Test: Transmission 452, 2019 March 6
Another Island Where No One Remembers Your Name: Transmission 451, 2019 February 27
This Is Why First Impressions Are Often Correct: Transmission 450, 2019 February 20
I'll Walk You Through The Heartbreak, Show You All the Outtakes: Transmission 449, 2019 February 13
I Gave My Time, Now I Want It Back: Transmission 448, 2019 February 6
Fireworks for You in the Ozone Snow: Transmission 447, 2019 January 30
Ducking as a Chandelier Comes Crashing Down: Transmission 446, 2019 January 29
Everybody Hears You and Don't Hate What You Say: Transmission 445, 2019 January 23
Protecting You from Psychological Harm Is Our Ultimate Aim: Transmission 444, 2019 January 16
Keep Your Gifts and Keep Your Money: Transmission 443, 2019 January 9
Sound Formed in a Vacuum May Seem a Waste of Time: Transmission 442, 2019 January 4
How Long Have You Had This Plan: Transmission 441, 2019 January 2
A Happier Planet Than This One: Transmission 440, 2018 December 26
We Met at a Ski Lodge: Transmission 439, 2018 December 23
Let Me Show You How Sweet It Could Be: Transmission 438, 2018 December 19
You Know That Time's Not Kind: Transmission 437, 2018 December 12
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