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I refuse to get on my high horse tonight. But if I did, then I would probably talk about the tripe that is the Grammy Awards. Giving awards to those who sell the most records (what am I supposed to call it these days? CDs? MP3s? Digital Download Of The Year (The DOTY?)) to those who only listen to them because, like sheep to the slaughter, the musically and culturally illiterate audience will buy anything they think they'll be accepted for consuming. "Oh please love me, I just LOVE the new (enter name of culturally acceptable artist here)". Makes me want to vomit.
There was a time that I thought I wanted to be a part of this "lowest-common-denominator" crew. I was about five years old then. When I completed my BA in radio broadcast, after 12 years in non-commercial radio, including three years in commercial radio, I still thought that I could make a go of it. I thought that I could make my way up to being a General Manager within 10 years, and from there I'd be able to make programming decisions that pushed the limits. I even worked for a music promotions company, that will go unnamed. My job there was to push Top 100 hits of the day. I used to read "Hits" and "Hitmakers" magazine every day, and call program directors at stations around the country, telling them to give the latest Bobby Brown song a try; or even the new Elton John. ugh. Just take the "S" from the end of those two magazines and put them at the front of the title, and you get a clear idea of what I thought about that time in my life. I hated it when I was doing it, and even now I want to throw up in my mouth a little.
This September will mark my 27th year in radio. Even during my few short years in the commercial world, I was still doing non-commercial and pirate radio. I've continued, all these years, to investigate new artist, regardless of genre. And every show is chock full of many genres. Just look below. No guests tonight. It's just two hours where I get to paint an aural picture for you and yours. I hope you take the time to give it a listen. The banter isn't blathery, and the segues are smooth. After all, radio is the art of the segue.
There should be an award for that.
Enjoy.
jh
Parental Discretion Iz Advised: NWA
Hey: Butthole Surfers
Cheeba Cheeba: George Benson
Venom Wearin' Denim: Junior Brown
What Am I Worth: Dave Alvin
Austin Prison: Johnny Cash
It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding): Bob Dylan
Frustration: Jerusalem
She Lied: The Mummies
It's Getting Late, Malibu, Good Night: Charles Lloyd
Southern California: Flipper
No Time For The Blues: OBN IIIs
Throw Your Tits Out: Kalri$$ian
Do It In The Dirt: Enrique
No Time For Yes: Evolution Control Committee
Into The Fire: The Love X Nowhere
New Potato Caboose: Grateful Dead (12-07-68 Bellarmine College, Louisville, KY)
Naked Lunch Excerpts: William S. Burroughs
Groove A Little: Medeski, Martin, and Wood
Filipino Box Spring Hog: Tom Waits
Candy-O: Melvins
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