"It's a very smooth evening," I suggest at one point in this broadcast. Compared to what? A porcupine's back, or sandpaper, or a loofa, perhaps.
My plan to play 36 songs on the night was probably ill-considered, and was quickly cut down to 35 (apologies to Gaye Su Akyol--is it my destiny always to be apologizing?) when all the computers in the room decided to freeze on me and I had to read public service announcements without underscoring to prevent dead air. There was a period in my life when people used to tell me I had a "good radio voice" but I don't hear it so much anymore. This endures for only about 3 minutes or so, but seems interminable to me. YMMV. I also worry about causing a food panic by biffing the opening hours of Loaves and Fishes, but I am probably kidding myself about the number of people listening.
Anyway, that's what I get, apparently, for being optimistic about this program beforehand. You can hear the audio software failing during the Fall track (sorry), the aux cord came dislodged from my laptop during my PSA adventure, ruining the first few seconds of the Hairbone track (sorry), and my playlist was set to "shuffle" so we accidentally hear the first few seconds of a Comet Gain track--which I call a "harbinger of something" (sorry)--so I guess apologies are my destiny. I sound like Radio Niger without the exoticism--I am just a local bumbler.
But in my defense, if you can make it through the first 10 minutes or so, by which point "the technology is working for us and not against us," this is a pretty rewarding mixtape. There is some head-nodding goodness around the time of Stereolab and Beaches, and for the most part I got out of my own way in the second hour (apologies--again!--if I have used that phrase before). Playing Ammar 808 immediately after the Budget Girls was probably not such a great idea, but I executed it with confidence, which seems to have made a difference there and elsewhere. I talked over Dominik Eulberg's excellent track--he always seems to provide such an opportunity--but it was so nice and long that I couldn't resist. I got Cee Bee Beaumont's name wrong no less than four times, but at least I played their track without screwing it up. You're welcome?
Alright, look, it wasn't a great night for music or talking, and what else is there, but there are at least a few things that came off properly. I ended the proceedings a little bit early, because why not quit while I am ahead?
BOMBAST playlist, 2019 January 9, 2100-2300:
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