Tonight
Dallas Orbiter at the Terminal, Gay Beast at the Entry, Funk at the Fred, or something else entirely? You make the call!
Bingo!
Today is Dj wrecka’s last day on the air, so she helped out Zach and I by playing all of our requests and hitting the last spot in Radio K bingo. When she played “Puppet Show” by Tulip Sweet and her Trail of Tears, Zach and I were laughing uncontrollably, and even wrecka was giggling as she rolled into the break. I might might might go see Meredith Bragg tonight, but I might restrict myself since I have been financially irresponsible this summer. It’s only five bones, though. I could ride the bus on my new U-Pass!
I Smell Like A Bar
Oh yeah, I don’t like my second adopted hometown, after Stillwater and my real hometown of Fort Dodge. Okay, it’s not like I actively dislike Saint Paul, but I don’t miss it at all. I think that what I miss is what I came to Minnesota for: a big, drafty house with a thousand crazy friends crashing on the couch. So Minneapolis passed the smoking ban right about the time that
I woke up from my life like it was all just a bad dream.
Thanks, Firewater, but you’re getting ahead of me. I’ve seen a handful of shows this summer, but they have all been in Mpls., so thusly, no smoking. I’ve been out to the bars, too, but again, no smoking. I even went to New York, where I spent about 1/3 of my time (or more) stunt drinking in bars. Still, no smoking.
Mother fucking nasty. Why did I ever smoke a pack a day? What possessed me to pick up a cigarette, put it in my mouth, and make out with it like it was the last girlfriend that I would have for four years? Saint Paul needs to clear the smoking out of bars so my lungs can stay pink and beautiful.
STNNNG was just as I expected: loud, fast, and intricate, with a splash of crazed, out of control insanity over the top. The real shocker was Gay Beast, who ripped the air to shreds with their power trio of keyboard, guitar, and drums. Did I say drums without capitalizing it? DRUMS! WOW! I think on the second song the drummer (Angela? Shit, I’m terrible with names, but you know that) took a few seconds to sync up with the keys, but every other impact of her drumsticks and beater left a ringing impression on the rock center of my brain. The whole effect was as if robots had been programmed to rock, but got a virus, broke free of their masters, and decided to produce pure chaos through a mathematical formula. Two for the pink, one for rocking my ass!
After that was Lone Wolf, who basically turned his amp up to eleven and then gestured to the sound guy to bring up the house PA. It was a bit like the beginning of Back to the Future where Marty turns all the knobs up, strikes one chord and blows himself straight across the room and into the wall, except that this dude had pounded giant nails through his feet into the floor. He looked a lot like Glenn Danzig in Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
Danzig: Can we get the blood to flow up the walls?
Cybernetic Ghost: I dont see why not.
The part of seeing a local band in a dive bar that I love is that I was able to accost the singer from STNNNNNNNNNNNNG and tell him how much the band rocked. Later, during the next three hour break between bands, the drummer from Gay Beast sidled up to the bar next to me and I accosted her too. Then, after I ran out of small talk I got a chance to start fresh since the keyboardist (Danimal) and guitarist (Isaac) slid in next to me seeking liquid refreshment. The whole band wanted to know my name, even though I’m just a random dude in a bar telling them that I wasn’t sure what to expect before having my pants rocked to my knees while I stood there with my mouth agape.
I don’t know if I could recommend anything that I saw to anyone else unless they are big fans of crazy. I sure am, so yeah, I had an awesome time, but I left early because the smoke was making my head spin. Also, I’m old.
Where’s The Beef?
The Google Summer of Code is winding down, which means that (like any software project) activity is ramping up. Ross has a nearly complete theme together, and I’ve given him a partial review. I’m partway through review number two.
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Free ticket(s)
Hooray, I called in on a random “K!” and got “on the list” at Big V’s tomorrow.
Aids Wolf
Arctic Universe
Lone Wolf
Gay Beast
Stnnng
Doors at 9pm.
I have no idea who any of these bands are. Hilarity will ensue!
You’re Nearly Dead
I’ve been leaving a drunken, hungover, bitter, depressed mess all over my website. I must rectify the situation with an erudite post that enlightens and edifies my audience. Instead I will post pictures.
Cake Woman made me a cake. Finally, someone who gets me.
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The K Stands For Awesome
I will admit it — I find it a lot easier to listen to mp3s that I know that I will like, but in my most secret heart of hearts I will always be a Radio K boy.
Zach lays down the law
So, yeah, the Current came on the scene like a splash of cold water in the face, and I wanted to like it — I wanted to take it into my arms and ears all day every day, but I’ve been hurt by radio stations before, so I was wary. Then, the kiss of death, an awful, horrific morning show that made me want to crawl under my bed and slide into a deeper coma. Eventually I got mp3s to play for me in the morning, and I didn’t look back. Okay, don’t tell Zach, but I listen to the Current in the car sometimes.
I’m really surprised that we get anything done at work at all
When Gabe announced that he was leaving and his position would open up, I was at odds with myself over pursuing the position. Cooler heads prevailed and I did not seek it at all so that I could continue being a full-time student. They hired Zach, the programmer who Paul and I had replaced together. At first I was wary and hesitant, but the day that I moved back into the Web Programming Office and he fired up Radio K, I was sold. Zach had been a DJ, that position that I had held only in my most feverish of dreams.
In any case, we have settled into a nice routine. One or both of us plays the stream and we both listen eagerly, occasionally scribbling down band names on post-it notes. Folk Uke, the Spinto Band, Carolyn Mark, and more and more and more. Zach is a troublemaker, so he issues a challenge to each DJ: alliteration, rhyming, crazy words, metaphors, and a pile of other weird things for them to say in their breaks. We are working on a set of DJ Bingo cards, too, with spaces for dead air, the mention of our names, whether or not I have a crush on the DJ (I love you, King Kwong), off topic rambling, etc. When I fill up two cards I will consider putting together a web app to generate random distributions so the whole office can play. We almost have Paul listening, too.
Anyway, tonight I have a happy hour that I’m late for, then I am actually going to meet Cake Woman for Fringe Festival awesomeness, and maybe a Maibock, since she has a secret cache of the devil’s own drink. I’m hoping to see “Man Saved By Condiments,” since Cake Woman is a MST3K fan (and so was I). Maybe the Scrimshaw business later (’cause that’s the way I roll, yo). We’ll see. B10wZ up my celly if you want to give Cake Woman a taste of her own medicine.
Tonight: don’t forget to ask for chococake!
Palmcorder Yajna
Fucking sweet, amazon.com has this song available for download.
I don’t know if the lyrics mean anything at all but the song makes me feel good and sad and happy and all mixed up inside.
Hey, wait, you can also download it straight from the goats themselves, over here: http://www.weshallallbehealed.com/song.html.
Oh, and lyrics here: http://www.themountaingoats.net/lyrics/wsabh_lyr.html#yajna.
I’m ready
Saddle ‘er up, let’s go for a ride!
I shaved and everything! Actually, funny story: while I was shaving, Stan played “Needle in the Hay.” Hilarity ensued.
A Caveman In A Spaceship.
All right, I finally got around to sitting down and really listening to Valley Lodge, partly because I offhandedly replied to an email from the singer and he replied back and was all funny and cool and it was really special and then all of a sudden he just stopped. Any way, he said that I could burn 500 copies of the Valley Lodge cd for all of my friends, which honestly would be approximately 490 more than I would really need, especially since most of the people that I know could just take the mp3s and play them on their respective mp3 playing devices.
Nonetheless, I listened with an open heart and the slightly dirty pop and rock of Valley Lodge won me over. The next thing that I knew I was completely addicted and listening to the songs over and over again, one by one. At first I was just digging on the stuff that I knew was from John Kimbrough, but the next thing that I knew I was obsessively repeating “If It Takes All Night” and “Over It” and “Hey.” Dave’s voice was seducing me, drawing me in to his world of love and loss, broken hearts and Karo emotions.
Dave’s blog is funnier but less prolific than mine.
It’s all request hour on Radio K. Now is your chance, unless I’m in the bathroom or visiting the poster by Gopher Express that features me. You know, hanging out. Maxing and relaxing.