Since the last program, big things had happened in my life and in the world. Toni Morrison had died, and to be honest I could not mourn her properly. I had been assigned Beloved in some undergraduate literature class, and I had read it, but I was so scattered at that stage of life I could not take it in. I was not living authentically and I was stretched to my limit even then. And, to be honest, I haven't been a reader of fiction for a good 30 years now. But her quote about racism being a distraction, something that pointlessly eats up time in your one precious life, resonates with me, so I feel like a light has gone out. Then of course there was the Walmart shooting in El Paso, a place where I lived briefly and miserably. So an act of literal white supremacist violence followed my summer of figurative, linguistic and behavioral white violence. I apologize if I am not making sense of this here, but I promise you it made sense to me at the time and still does even now. To articulate this here is kind of a duty but also a distraction.
Lady Catharsis and I had also become homeowners this week, something I never thought would happen after my career was ruined ten years ago. To this day I still can't quite believe it and, sure enough, I still haven't finished unboxing. But certainly during the first week of August we were in the thick of moving and I was completely out of my mind with rage and panic.
I have very little to say about this program because it reflects my terrible inner life. I've given it a couple of tries, and maybe I can stipulate that the music between the segues is good. Possibly. But this truly is "Bombast"--it merely takes up space on this night, preventing license-threatening silence between 9 and 11 pm. And it's inconsistently successful even at that.
BOMBAST playlist, 2019 August 7, 2100-2300:
You could call it dead air; I think that's rude
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