I am pleased to report that no computer malfunctions occurred on this night. That's a first for 2019, I think. Our intrepid general manager texts me instead of calling the studio phone, and at a reasonable time as well. The stars are lining up!
Regrettably I am not at my best here, unless this is the best we can expect. My adventures in pronunciation continue, most notably with "Oneohtrix," although in my defense opinions seem to differ on that one. I have a frog in my throat, the beginning of another motif. I confidently proclaim that the PAN label is from Berlin, only to express doubt that it is even from Germany. After (finally) playing Gaye Su Akyol, I mention that "she's out of Turkey," which sounds like she is struggling to make a sandwich. Segue-ing from Public Service Broadcasting into The Snivelling Shits was perhaps less than smooth (but I did my best). And, in the "executive functioning" department, I should probably have played more reggae than the one Lee Perry track. These issues aside, this is a program for the vaults!
Reckoning: I marvel at our first airing of Skinny Puppy ("we're partying like it's 1988!") because once upon a time they were a staple of my radio diet. In my early days in college radio I labeled my program "industrial." I loved drum machines and synthesizers then (and do still) and there was a culture war afoot. This music needed defending, I felt, and there was relatively little of it and it was so hard to come by. I didn't save my playlists from that time, and there are precious few cassette recordings of old shows, but I would say that 30 years ago I played Bites quite a bit. Looking back, this music...doesn't hold up for me? (In fairness this is also true of plenty of "rock" records.) The synths and samples seem very second-wave, and the middle-aged person in me wonders if the singer isn't hurting his voice. I can't help but wonder if we saw more there than really is there. As proof that this is more about me than Skinny Puppy, I find myself enjoying OMD, of all things, in the 21st century, and I never would have played them in college. If that isn't selling out in old age I don't know what is.
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Get Ready for That Albini Sound: Transmission 508, 2020 January 29
Songs About Happiness Murmured in Dreams: Transmission 507, 2020 January 15
You Should Know What You Look Like: Transmission 506, 2020 January 11
He Bites on the Neon and Sleeps in a Capsule: Transmission 505, 2020 January 8
Insight, Foresight, More Sight: Transmission 504, 2020 January 1
Five to Twelve, Almost Gone: Transmission 503, 2019 December 31
Let This Evil Season End: Transmission 502, 2019 December 24
Don't Ask Me Why, For I Don't Know Why: Transmission 501, 2019 December 18
What Can We Do To Stop This Insanity? Transmission 500, 2019 December 11
Cruising Altitude Departure 33, 2019 December 7
Can You Guess Which One of Us Does Not Give a Toss: Transmission 499, 2019 December 4
They Don't Call Me Loverboy for Nothing: Transmission 498, 2019 November 27
People Are Telling You, "Be in the Moment": Transmission 497, 2019 November 20
You Can't Arrest Me, I Pay Rent Here: Transmission 496, 2019 November 16
Forget Your Worries, Embrace Abundance: Transmission 495, 2019 November 13
I Seem To Be Saying Increasingly Dangerous Things: Transmission 494, 2019 November 9
All You've Got To Lose Is Your Mind: Transmission 493, 2019 November 6
OK Sister, You Have a Jezebel Spirit Within You: Transmission 492, 2019 October 31
Bodies Up and Bodies Down, Bodies Moving All Around: Transmission 491, 2019 October 30
Hundreds of Miles Going Nowhere: Transmission 490, 2019 October 23
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