True confession: my first attempt at recounting this episode was such a dull, sausage-making drone that I bored even myself. So I'm trying again, this time with atmosphere, and maybe some mental sausage.
A couple of hours before the program, it rained. A lot. There was flooding in the area! And I think of the poor children and their parents, especially in our old hipster neighborhood, a Halloween wonderland, getting soaked in their heroic effort to keep the candy industry afloat.
I was working in the opposite direction, trying to get to the gym, probably for the first time in several days--my new job was exhausting me mentally and physically, and I had dived deeply into comfort food (and am still diving)--and taking my life into my own hands.
Rain is my least favorite weather to begin with, but particularly in Ithaca--usually if it's raining it's just the right temperature for our car to fog up uncontrollably. I could easily have mowed down some young family on my way to torture myself, and to be honest I probably felt nothing in particular about either part of this equation.
Feels like I just talked about how much I hate fundraising programs, and here I was in the control room again the next day. Like a goddamn salmon I keep returning, with tremendous effort, and I don't even get it.
Since this program was broadcast, 95 days ago now, I've gone on the air 17 times. I am listening to a transmission from 61 days ago. I'm currently editing a sound file from 41 days ago--7 shows ago. What does it amount to, this enormous task? And what will I even do when I am caught up? Anyway, October's finished, unless you count that unfortunate area of space-time where it is always still happening, forever.
Fittingly, I played a bunch of 4AD-adjacent stuff on this evening of "songs about ghosts and songs about dead people." It haunts me, or at least it haunts the person I have been, whom I carry around with me at all times. It is more "me" to stray from the "best available" in favor of the weird, personal, disturbing. And of course we made less money on this night than the last one. Sometimes I know what I'm talking about.
BOMBAST playlist, 2019 October 31, 2100-2300:
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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
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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