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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Cruising Altitude Departure 31, 2019 March 23
We Are Your Latenight Weeknight Companion: Transmission 455, 2019 March 20
She Understands There Are Problems: Transmission 454, 2019 March 17
Never Was Naive Enough To Know When I Was Wrong: Transmission 453, 2019 March 13
You Can't Get Enough, But Enough Ain't the Test: Transmission 452, 2019 March 6
Another Island Where No One Remembers Your Name: Transmission 451, 2019 February 27
This Is Why First Impressions Are Often Correct: Transmission 450, 2019 February 20
I'll Walk You Through The Heartbreak, Show You All the Outtakes: Transmission 449, 2019 February 13
I Gave My Time, Now I Want It Back: Transmission 448, 2019 February 6
Fireworks for You in the Ozone Snow: Transmission 447, 2019 January 30
Ducking as a Chandelier Comes Crashing Down: Transmission 446, 2019 January 29
Everybody Hears You and Don't Hate What You Say: Transmission 445, 2019 January 23
Protecting You from Psychological Harm Is Our Ultimate Aim: Transmission 444, 2019 January 16
Keep Your Gifts and Keep Your Money: Transmission 443, 2019 January 9
Sound Formed in a Vacuum May Seem a Waste of Time: Transmission 442, 2019 January 4
How Long Have You Had This Plan: Transmission 441, 2019 January 2
A Happier Planet Than This One: Transmission 440, 2018 December 26
We Met at a Ski Lodge: Transmission 439, 2018 December 23
Let Me Show You How Sweet It Could Be: Transmission 438, 2018 December 19
You Know That Time's Not Kind: Transmission 437, 2018 December 12
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