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Shouting theater in a crowded fire.


     “Slowly, carefully, gingerly, I began to suspect I remained ironical.” -Lucy Corin

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-12-09) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and enjoy.

Or, thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost, you can get it this other way, which you might like better because it offers an instant-play option and isn’t surrounded by confusing flashing ads.

Jerry Fraley came to talk about CalExit. Alex Bosworth returned from the dead again. Max Forsetter dropped by to talk about various things, such as his new psychic enterprise and service. If it’s not too late at night, you can call him and inquire as to his rates (707-WOW-RELY). Oh, and he managed to wrestle a few tunes out of the antikythera KNYO piano, too.

In addition to all of that, I read almost everything I brought to read, including The Return of the Ghost Ship by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It’s a nearly-eight-hour show. Uneven, unprofessional, profane at times, even grating, but I think you’ll like it.

Also here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but otherwise worthwhile items that I set aside for you while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:


Fork. Knife. Dog. All the ads from this company are wonderful short films. Look at some of the other ones while you’re there. I don’t have a bunch of time for this, but– the guitar one, oh, man.



Cannibal hell.

How we get electric violins.

The coffee stick.

Jaw-dropping skills.

The silver lining.

Miss Beatnik.


Don’t slouch, but don’t be a ramrod either, if you want to create your own success.

Would that it twuuuuh so simple.


Pleasantly sarcastic Russian comix.




What do you wanna do? –I dunno. What do /you/ guys wanna do?


I like this artist’s world.

And those are the /best/ case scenarios.

Life scorecard.

Sheer luxury of life outside North Korea: enough plastic bottles that people can just throw them away into the river.

A robot wrote a Christmas song. It sounds like early Suzanne Vega.


And this is what genuine excitement about something genuinely exciting looks like. The feeling he describes is a real thing that you get around real Tesla coils. It’s a combination of every aspect of the experience, including the reek of ozone and a kind of prickly, crawling, but enjoyable sensation all over your body and also your eyeballs. Try it, you’ll see. Make one of your own. It’s really not all that hard. I still have three of the ones I made in the middle-late 1980s. Seeing this determines me to get them out of storage and play with them again.


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