There's nothin better late at night in this town than
climbing in the car and turning on and tuning in to WFMU cracklin across
the river with whatever weird shit they're playin tonight... Whatever it
is Im sure it will be brilliant/unusual/interesting as hell and for
the most part, surprisingly new. Like that show with the home and thrift
store audio tape finds, thats a blast.
A certain phenomenon usually happens to me: I flip on the car and whilst warming up the sweet old thing (72 Benz) tune in the station. Invariable they are mid-set on some far out wavelength. One manic jam leads into the next, and before I know i ive driven halfway across the city and up out onto the highway. Now at this point one of two things happens: either I go out of range before the jock comes back on to tell me what amazing stuff ive been hearing, OR s/he comes back on and then doesnt tell anyway!!! Goes off on some other great tangent, maybe announced b4 the set, who knows?
Now of course, I exagerateoften the djs will reveal to us what great stuff weve been listening to, but invariably there is one sideat least one sideper show that you simply MUST know more deeply, MUST have in yr library. And yet you never will Becuz the music will shift again and some amazing fragment that you had just swallowed whole will blow off forever into the air, even as its still exploding in the back of yr cortex. And oft times youll never hear it again. Ever. And you know what? Its fitting and pure and beautiful that way after all, isnt it? The music you heard became an actual experience, joining the endless log of musics and lived realtiy in yr head, and escaped for once morphing into A PRODUCT. You heard it and felt it/real time/out drivin the line, and it was bettern repetition an bettern commercials an bettern predictable (even when ya dont like it much) and in short bettern good. Radio Radio The Sound Salvation: Thank you Radio Thrift Shop. Thank you Alan Watts hour. Thank you live broadcasts. Thank you Jonesy. Thank you WFMU.