[Kzyxtalk] Sheesh!

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Sheesh!

/"Vhere is money, Julie? Money for Toorkey house? he says. And then they 
end it with a bunch of superfluous emojis: pony, pony, pony, cricketbat, 
sad-face, tablecloth." –Bill Bailey/

The recording of last night's (2021-05-28) Memo of the Air: Good Night 
Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg is right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0438

This is a show with a nice small-town feel. Very early in the show Steve 
Gomes called to, among other things, rebut the Mendocino Village sewer 
district board's weird letter to the editor of the AVA where they lied 
that Steve had frivolously sued them and that they won, and he talked a 
little about a solution to Mendocino's major water problems, that he 
claims they rejected not because they think it wouldn’t work but because 
if it worked then more people would move here because there'd be water 
for them, and the board doesn’t want that; what they want is to keep 
charging people money and putting a cap on use of their own well water 
whose source is nowhere near Mendocino Village, because they can– or 
could, rather, before they lost the lawsuit they say they won... Y'know, 
I may be a little confused about the details. Ask Steve, he’ll tell you: 
rainwater21 at yahoo.com

Calpella Cowboy set up a three-way call with a retired woman in Southern 
California named Bunny, mother of six, who to take her at her word is an 
Eskimo, which I didn't think was even okay to say anymore, but 
apparently I was confused about that too. Cowboy read his story about 
Willits (CA) calories and talked about the stark misery of Arizona. 
Bunny also talked about Arizona: she went there on a church mission 
once, to an Indian orphanage to deliver a truckload of crocheted 
spiritually medicinal bears and meet, as she put it, the Chief. She also 
was personal friends with tough-guy actor Charles Bronson who used to 
stay at her father's house when out on a movie shoot in her area (and 
who we learn elsewhere in the show, from an interview with a young and 
patiently incredulous John Belushi, was gay, as was Lee Marvin, and as 
were many other stellar purported machos in the L.A. of the 1970s, 
certainly not that there's anything wrong with that).

There's a mini-tribute to activist and truly helping/caring person Ed 
Murrell, who died last week. And an even mini-er but no less heartfelt 
note or two about musician-composer Jay Sydeman, also dead now. He 
missed rehearsal and the bass player went to get him; Jay died 
peacefully in his bed. He had a great visit with his grandkids and 
family just a little while before, and that was nice for him.

Sakina Bush sent an anthropomorphic story about the social sexy 
relations of DNA and RNA molecules. Scott M. Peterson provided the third 
installment of his epic work about genocide in Mendocino County. It got 
to be 1:30am before I reached that, though, so if he wants me to I'll 
recap it earlier in next show. Paul Modic continued his Date With An 
Angel series of October-May-relationship erotica in a story titled /The 
Perfect Date/. There's John Sakowicz' poetic apology to the 17-year 
cicadas, and his brief condemnation of the Israeli apartheit situation, 
which is dire and outrageous, as usual; there's some useful related 
information after that, including someone calling him a disgusting blot 
on humanity, or something like that, because of criticizing Israel for 
murdering children. And plenty more; there's just so much. Comical 
sweary country music of John R. Butler. Some yodeling. Some 
lamentational war music, for Memorial Day. And it all ends with the 
first Firesign Theater album I ever bought, playing in all its glory of 
pops and scratches and soothing rhythmic Motorola puck-driven record 
player rumble: pur-roorm pur-roorm pur-roorm pur-roorm...

BESIDES ALL THAT, here’s a fresh batch of not-necessarily-radio-useful 
but worthwhile items that I set aside for you while gathering the show 
together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

Bees up close and in your face. They're not all the same. Some look like 
a chipmunk. Some look like a rabbit, or a foxbat. Some look like a 
schnauzer-dog in puffy headphones. I like the kind that looks like an 
old Russian woman about to cast a spell on you for trampling her hedge.
https://nagonthelake.blogspot.com/2021/05/do-all-bees-look-same.html

I bought /Blood On The Tracks/ on cassette in 1976 and literally wore 
the tape out, so I appreciate this and can hear it properly inside my 
head. I think you can too.
https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/bob-dylans-zombie-blood-on-the-tracks

And ride, Gunhilde, ride!
https://boingboing.net/2021/05/25/divas-in-drags-amazing-ride-of-the-valkryies.html

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