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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All of Us Do It, Each Time Asleep: Transmission 401, 2018 April 4
If the Music Is Square, It's Because I Like It Square: Transmission 400, 2018 March 28
Put Death in My Hands and I Will Pay with It For Sure: Transmission 399, 2018 March 21
Kept It Together, Held It Together: Transmission 398, 2018 March 14
Golden Vibrations: Transmission 397, 2018 March 7
Original Phrasing, Dialogue Verbatim: Transmission 396, 2018 February 28
More Dirt, More Germs: Transmission 395, 2018 February 21
Night of Forced Romantic Consumption: Transmission 394, 2018 February 14
See It for Yourself, but Not Through the Eyes: Transmission 393, 2018 January 31
Drink the Long Draught, Dan: Transmission 392, 2018 January 24
Poured Kerosene on Some Bridges: Transmission 391, 2018 January 17
All This Peaceful Wilderness: Transmission 390, 2018 January 10
I Need To Cling to Something: Transmission 389, 2018 January 3
Chatting All the Chat, Now Look at You: Transmission 388, 2017 December 27
We're Going To Touch Part of You That's Never Been Touched: Transmission 387, 2017 December 23
Queueing for a Shuttle into Space: Transmission 386, 2017 December 20
Veering Back into the Usual Unprofessionalism: Transmission 385, 2017 December 19
My Cloudy Brain Remembers: Transmission 384, 2017 December 14
Live in the Light and Breathe the Noise: Transmission 383, 2017 December 13
Snoring Dark Frequencies into the Night: Transmission 382, 2017 December 6
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