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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Forgive Me, Forgive Me: Transmission 420, 2018 August 15
Past Lives in Warmer Climates: Transmission 419, 2018 August 11
Still Life with Ample Parking: Transmission 418, 2018 August 8
U_D_M Detour 32, 2018 August 4
We'll Keep Heaven Rolling Along: Transmission 417, 2018 August 1
Lost in a Permanent Dream: Transmission 416, 2018 July 18
Maybe Heaven Is All That's There: Transmission 415, 2018 July 15
You Will Have an Experience That Will Seem Completely Real: Transmission 414, 2018 July 4
Lights Flicker, Time To Start The Show: Transmission 413, 2018 June 27
Distant Sounds Inside Your Head: Transmission 412, 2018 June 13
Astonishing Empathy, or So It Says Here: Transmission 411, 2018 June 6
No Need for You To Cry: Transmission 410, 2018 May 30
Got the Tools but Don't Know the Rules: Transmission 409, 2018 May 23
Circa Nineteen-Eighty-One: Transmission 408, 2018 May 16
Every Fool Will See His Madness Crowned: Transmission 407, 2018 May 15
Sees the Stars at Lunchtime, Says He Has a Plan: Transmission 406, 2018 May 9
Undaunted I Will Be: Transmission 405, 2018 May 2
Tough Kids Love Sad Songs: Transmission 404, 2018 April 25
We're Probably Not Going To Be This Ambient All Evening: Transmission 403, 2018 April 18
Looking into the Void, You're Reckoning with a Question: Transmission 402, 2018 April 11
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