[Kzyxtalk] Traish LaRue and the raccoon that quoted Žižek (say shla-voy-ZHEE-zhek).

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Traish LaRue and the raccoon that quoted Žižek (say 
shla-voy-ZHEE-zhek).

/"Most things people say are just to try to feel better about 
themselves, like, for example: Stuff THAT in your speedos, Jacuzzi Bob!"/

The recording of last night's (2021-08-27) Memo of the Air: Good Night 
Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) is right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0451

Thanks to Bob Young (no Jacuzzi Bob, he) who, when KNYO unexpectedly 
conked out and went off the air on Wednesday, alerted David Gealey to 
confirm the transmitter needed some toasted parts replaced that nobody 
in the area has, and then sent it overnight-rate (in this case more than 
$200, just for shipping!) to the people taking up the slack for the 
company whose /entire staff is dead of COVID-19/. Fixed in a jiffy to 
factory specs and shipped back, it was reinstalled just in time for 
Friday airpeople, including me, to do our shows. Speaking of which, go 
to KNYO.org, click on the big red heart and help the station out. Unlike 
the bloated high-power stuck-up NPR stations, KNYO doesn’t get any 
annual six-figure tax-derived shot in the arm from the Corporation for 
Public Broadcasting to be in thrall to NPR and associated 
controlling-interest-posh-money donors, but depends on you. Also, unlike 
with every other station I know of, commercial or noncommercial, every 
penny of money donated to KNYO goes directly to something the station 
needs, like equipment, and electricity, and rent, and water to flush the 
toilet, and music publisher’s fees (and the occasional transmitter 
repair), and zero of your money gets skimmed off and diverted into the 
pockets of the gold-tooth glad-handers running the radio station. At 
KNYO everyone including management is a volunteer, in it for radio. 
Click on the heart. The heart. Yes. Just like that. Yesss.

There’s a lot of locally written material in this show. There usually 
is, but even more so this time. All the regulars and a few surprises... 
And I was reminded that I only mention the Anderson Valley Advertiser on 
the air, when I read something from it, and never here or on the MCN 
listserv or on Mendo.org, even though the AVA is often the source of a 
full hour of a show’s material, and I’m sorry about having given the 
impression of taking them for granted for so long, so here: The Anderson 
Valley Advertiser, a hoot and a holler and only a dollar, the last real 
newspaper in America. It’s just $25 a year (that’s 50 cents a week) for 
full access to everything on the website, late-breaking as well as 
archived material going back decades (and more of that all the time as 
the scanning and web work progresses). And they're still printing on 
real newsprint today, if that’s what blows your skirts up, and it 
should. Here are full details about subscribing, whichever way you want 
to do that: https://www.theava.com/subscribe

Here’s another thing you can do for me, if you don’t mind, and it’s 
free: Go to https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com and scroll all the way 
down, enter your email address, click on Follow. After that you’ll get a 
notice by email when I update once a week with something just like this 
but complete with all two-dozen fresh links, not just two or three. 
You'll get the whole web post in your email, and it's usually plain text 
and links, so it's not giant and unwieldy but svelte, graceful, elegant, 
like a long slender finger in the finger puppet of a Russian ballerina, 
or like a tender tentacle of the space-alien octopoid woman Tony 
Shalhoub (say shuh-LOOB) falls in love with in /Galaxy Quest/.

ANYWAY, at https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you'll find a fresh batch 
of dozens of links to not necessarily radio-useful but nonetheless 
worthwhile items I set aside for you while gathering that show together. 
Such as, for instance:

Lachy Doley had a giant whammy bar installed in his Hohner D6 clavinet, 
the Cadillac of clavinets. Now all the kids will want one. The sound 
from a clavinet isn't generated electronically; it comes from hammers 
striking a harp of wires laid long-way inside, under the keys. The 
pickup is just a /very long/ electric guitar pickup. And that's a real 
mechanical pitch-bending bar, just like the one on a guitar. Add a 
wah-wah pedal, turn the amplifier all the way up to 11, and voila.
https://theawesomer.com/jimi-hendrix-on-keyboard/636354/

God-Man will save her. (Recalls the /I sent you a truck, a boat and a 
fricking /helicopter/ joke.)
https://boingboing.net/2021/08/25/will-god-man-save-reporter-millie-mills-from-covidhead.html

Speaking of which, kind of, though no joke, there's Facebook Live video 
shot out the window by Linda Almond, 55, of Waverly, Tennessee a very 
short while before that flood out there knocked the house down and 
drowned both her and her husband. Their daughter and son survived. The 
moment-by-moment of it is fascinating: in the video Linda says, "I wish 
I had one of those," and then she says, "I need a light." Ah, they're 
smoking cigarets, which, nothing wrong with that, but it's the kind of 
clever/ordinary detail hook you appreciate in fiction about people in 
trouble in a disaster dystopia even before you see that's how people 
really are, here in the real-life awful and entertaining disaster 
dystopia future. Why /not/ smoke a cigaret? Like when you find out from 
black-box compilations what people crashing in airplanes mostly always 
say at the last (when they're not fully engrossed in the important 
minutiae of trying not to crash). Hint: they tell someone not there how 
much they love them. And at the very last, what they shout or shriek. 
Hint: it's one or more of three common swears.
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2021/aug/24/tennessee-flooding-woman-drowned

And it’s Leon Theremin’s (orig. Termen's) birthday today. Here’s the 
trailer for the definitive documentary about his life, which included 
stowing away in a freighter from Russia to take New York and the musical 
art world by storm in the 1920s with his electronic musical invention, 
the theremin; being kidnapped back to Russia by Soviet spies and put to 
work inventing secret listening devices for Stalin; and then being found 
by Western reporters at the end of his very long life, in the 1990s, 
working as a gardener/groundskeeper in a countryside music school for 
girls and brought back to America to be reunited with Clara Rockmore, 
his lovely 1920s protege and, incidentally, to repair a college 
professor’s broken antique theremin to good working order with a single 
sharp glance and a Swiss Army knife.
https://www.imdb.com/video/vi2784362777

-- 
Marco McClean, memo at mcn.org
https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com