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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Greatness in Me, You Can't Make Me Feel Less: Transmission 489, 2019 October 16
Despite All My Rage, We Still in a Daze: Transmission 488, 2019 October 13
Melt the House, Wake the World: Transmission 487, 2019 October 9
The Night Is Made of Rocks: Transmission 486, 2019 October 5
Can't Be Trusted 'Cause You're Living in the Past: Transmission 485, 2019 October 2
When One Road Close, Another One Go Open: Transmission 484, 2019 September 25
U_D_M Detour 39, 2019 September 21
If I Could Just Explain the Way My Mind Is: Transmission 483, 2019 September 18
U_D_M Detour 38, 2019 September 14
From Childhood's Hour I Have Not Been As Others Were: Transmission 482, 2019 September 11
Business Is Ok But I Miss Working with the Young Folks: Transmission 481, 2019 September 8
Off and On He's Been Here, Guess He'll Never Go Home: Transmission 480, 2019 September 4
U_D_M Detour 37, 2019 August 31
Apologizing Is Terrifying: Transmission 479, 2019 August 14
She Reassured Me with an Unfamiliar Line: Transmission 478, 2019 August 9
You've Been At It So Long It's Chronic: Transmission 477, 2019 August 7
Rest in Power, Emma Durutti: Transmission 476, 2019 July 31
Maybe You Should Know That I Suffer from Sudden, Startling Revelations: Transmission 475, 2019 July 10
Expression Experts: Transmission 474, 2019 July 6
U_D_M Detour 36, 2019 June 29
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