A little post-election music.
Late Saturday night (10pm – midnight) I went to the KNYO storefront to try to solve the problem of electrical thumping you can hear in the quiet parts of the Memo written-word show I did the night before. The problem resisted duplication, try as I might to make things go wrong again in order to solve it, but before I went home and, while I connected and disconnected things and tried out various configurations of this and that, I played a two-hour set of mostly random music from my music library. It turned out to be about dogs and boats and creepy relationships. (For example: Sit On My Lap and Call Me Daddy.) If you’d like to hear that music, let me know and I’ll make it available.
And just tonight, after switching out internet services at Juanita’s, I tried out the new service by playing a somewhat less random post-election set of music on KNYO from midnight to 1am (technically Wednesday). Here is that.
Or, thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost, you can get it this other way, on this other page, which you might like better because it offers an instant-play option and isn’t surrounded by confusing flashing ads.
If you’d like to have your own airtime on 107.7fm KNYO Fort Bragg to do whatever sort of show seems most like your thing, contact Bob Young via http://knyo.org and say so. He’ll show you how to use the equipment and he’ll put you on the schedule. It’s that easy.
Anyway, here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but otherwise worthwhile items that I set aside for you while putting shows together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:
A 1940s tap-dance routine that includes Eleanor Powell juggle-trading drumsticks with drummer Buddy Rich in a way that might dislocate your jaw from surprise and delight. Prop your thumb under your chin to protect against that.
A modern-day dance routine. I’m not sure what it’s meant to convey, but the dancer is like a broken doll being dragged and flung about and shaken by a giant invisible crazy child.
And beset on all sides by an army of determined snakes, this baby iguana displays the cool moxie of a much older iguana. /Run, Forrest, run./