I like some drums, I play some drums, I play some drums on the radio. Today is no exception–listen for a wild and extensive drum solo in this week’s show.
and Oh man, musical saws show up.
Somehow toward the end of the show, I got into a Christmas mood. And when Christmas comes around at WCBN, the Destiny’s Child Christmas album must be played…along with other Christmas-y things. Like honky tonk piano.
How I love finding religious vinyl around the station. Priests get me in the mood for spoken sounds and storytelling. Contained herein is a 1970s documentary about radio. Remember in the 1960s when all married couples did was bicker? There’s some of that here, too. This show also gives you the opportunity to learn some French (we are an educational radio station). Bernie Taupin (close collaborator with Elton John) stopped by the studio for a quick interview. The show ends with a rousing performance of a work by Samuel Beckett.
Around the time that Old Skull and Human Skab were playing, in a moody voice: “You know, girrrl, you need to realize that it’s the holiday.”“Excuse me?”“It’s a holiday, girl. No one wants to hear this stuff about killing people and sadness. It’s Thanksgiving. I’m about to turn off my radio!”
About 45 minutes previous to that conversation, all smiles: “Girl, I am LOVING your playlist. I cannot wait to hear what you play next. Love you!”
Back to Old Skull and Human Skab: “I hear what you’re saying, but I’m sorry. Thanksgiving was not always fun and games, nor peaceful. Remember when a country full of Native Americans died? The music that’s playing shows a consciousness of social issues happening right now(ish). While we can be thankful now, Human Skab and Old Skull remind us that some things need to change.”“All right, girrrl. Love you!”
I enjoyed talking with that guy, and I hope he has a happy Thanksgiving.
Plus, we compromised. The music merged into some uncontroversial Kermit Ruffins, but Kermit had to share the stage with Human Skab, who continued to scream about destroying the Soviet Union.
So enjoy some old-school rocks n rolls for appetizers.
Have some cuteypie jazz to drink,
and fill up on the meat of precocious children.
Dessert? mmm. Breathe Owl Breathe.
Nearly the entire hour passes without words.
Not long ago, I played two hours of story songs, in which each track was a narrative with a clear beginning, middle, and end. conflict and denouement.
Why do musicians often insist on telling you what they think, telling you what to think, telling you things?
Music still talks when no one’s talking.
Don’t believe it?
Do we hear the same thing?