Old bread can be good.
We are no longer broadcasting on WEFT, and are looking for a new radio station.
As we clean up our attic and prepare to sell this groovy mansion, here are three (very different) favorite shows as an introduction:
All this can be yours. Just right-click.
Through a chain of coincidences we may never appreciate, we were offered tickets to see Paul Collins performing in Springfield by people who didn’t know who Paul Collins was when we didn’t even know he was playing Springfield. Thus the “power pop curse” was undermined as the gravity of this magnetic songwriter drew us into the seedy heart of the state capitol.
Bet you’re wondering: Did he play “Hanging on the Telephone?”
Did he!
DON’T BE FOOLED BY THE DATE—THIS BLOG IS ALIVE AND THRIVING!
We moved to Dreamhost and WordPress, and are uploading and tagging all our past shows. This means adding BACKDATED posts and editing old posts, rather than adding new posts. We look forward to adding future shows as they occur.
Today in the car I got really mad when I misheard this lyric by Guns and Roses, which I found to reinforce negative female stereotypes:
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of brain
But it turns out I was wrong, and Guns and Roses are all big feminists.
I can’t tell what is taking place here, aside from puerility and misogyny.
Silence is a powerful tool. In interpersonal communications it can express rainbows of meaning. In rock, especially rock geared for radio (which is almost all of it), it is as inappropriate as it is effective. It’s hard to listen for, but … there it is.
Three generations of punks, from the Undertones to Bo Diddley to this little dude who came into the studio and just stood there staring at us for two hours even though we kept hinting rather strongly that would prefer he leave. Community radio + Classic Honchismo.
Original collector’s item: H’s setlist.
Songs about rockets! Blast off!
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Actually a song about a car, not a rocket, but forward-looking nonetheless.
“Post-Punk” is to me an especially murky category, wedged somewhere between punk, new wave, synthpop, and what might otherwise be rock and pop. But that just makes picking songs all the more free and fun. We got loose. Join us.
Could it be… that we went freestyle on this one, rare occasion? The motivations for this nihilistic move are lost to history, but a setlist of songs we love remains for your pleasure.
Anglophile Cristy handles most of this sensitive topic solo. Tune in for an intimate evening with a beautiful rock scholar
Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard. But I think…
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Neither proto- nor post-… does that make it interpunk or transpunk? Tour the world with us on the cheap.
