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 30, 2018 December 8
Songs About Bad People: Transmission 436, 2018 December 5
C'mon Queenie, Let's Get With It: Transmission 435, 2018 December 1
I Make My Own True Crooked Way: Transmission 434, 2018 November 28
U_D_M Detour 34, 2018 November 17
Daddy Goes Dancing with Mommy-O: Transmission 433, 2018 November 14
Feels Like Murder But That's Alright: Transmission 432, 2018 November 7
Cruising Altitude Departure 29, 2018 November 3
No More Worlds Like This, No More Days Like That: Transmission 431, 2018 October 31
U_D_M Detour 33, 2018 October 27
People Differ in an Absolutely General Way: Transmission 430, 2018 October 24
A Love Like Ours Is Rare: Transmission 429, 2018 October 17
We'll Be the Pirate Twins Again: Transmission 428, 2018 October 14
There's Always Danger in Your Dreams: Transmission 427, 2018 October 10
Sardonicus Keeps Smiling Till the End: Transmission 426, 2018 October 3
You Broke the World That You're Not Long For: Transmission 425, 2018 September 26
Can I Be You, I Don't Want To Be Me: Transmission 424, 2018 September 19
Dare To Live in Your Body: Transmission 423, 2018 September 12
Hold Onto Your Darkness: Transmission 422, 2018 September 5
If Your Heart's Strong, Hold On: Transmission 421, 2018 August 22
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