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.
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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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