[Kzyxtalk] Scenes from an Italian restaurant on Gamma Hydra 4.
Marco McClean
memo at mcn.org
Sat Oct 9 20:37:35 PDT 2021
Subject: Scenes from an Italian restaurant on Gamma Hydra 4.
/"What if Jesus God was a little Asian Mexican gay Black guy? Not a
dwarf, maybe, but petite, and he could still make fish and bread and
wine appear out of nothing by waving His hands, and walk on water and
cure leprosy and bring people back from the dead, and all the other Penn
& Teller Fool Us and David Copperfield tricks, and He was still
technically the offspring of the Mythical Creature that created itself
and then every star and planet and galaxy and cosmic ray and photon of
light in the entire 4 times 10 to the 32nd power cubic light-years of
just /this/ universe, whose spacetime It also created, as well as laws
of physics, and with all that power and glory It still gets cranky if
you seethe a goat in its mother's milk, whatever that means, or mix
chicken and eggs or dance on Sundays or get a haircut or wear clothing
with more than one kind of fiber in it –a shirt, or pants, for instance,
with cotton /and/ Spandex– or engrave a picture or sass back to your
momma, or you can't give Him a fig from your branch when its not fig
season and you haven't got any –He's clearly the real deal as described
on the tin– but it's still /weird/ that He's this /tiny little
effeminate lisping ethnic guy/ and not, you know, the Nordic surfer
weightlifter dude in zoris and a white bathrobe. Would evangelical
speakers-in-tongues and exorcists and beaters of Him into their children
still respect Him and pretend to want to do what he would do? Or would
it make it easier for them to finally grow up, and grow out of that sort
of thing, like getting tired of comic books for little kids and moving
up to better, more nuanced comic books, like League of Extraordinary
Gentlemen or Delilah Dirk or Watchmen or Sandman or Saga or Girl Genius
or Strong Female Protagonist?"/
The recording of last night's (2021-10-08) Memo of the Air: Good Night
Radio show on KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) is right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0457
Thanks to the Anderson Valley Advertiser, which provided at least an
hour of the above eight-hour show's material, as usual, without asking
for anything in return.
This was my first time back in KNYO's studio in Fort Bragg since being
at Juanita's for six or eight weeks and doing the show from there,
because of her car trouble adventure. There've been a few changes and I
didn't react well. First, my keys didn't work and I kinda freaked out
about that. Once inside, I found the streaming computer was replaced and
new streaming software was on the screen, with little changes to it all
that encouraged how off-base I felt. Though nothing was really wrong,
that I knew of.
Two or three hours into the show I noticed that my backup recorder was
off and dark. Apparently I had been in too much of a hurry to push the
power connector all the way in, and it ran out its battery. I fixed that
and started it again.
After the show was over I went to put the real recording in my thumb
drive to take away with me and saw that there was no main recording in
the streaming computer. The person who reinstalled the streaming
software had not checked the box in settings that automatically makes a
recording when you're on the air. (How would they know to do that? It's
not their fault.) And I'd been up for like 26 hours at this point…
Go back a little. Almost midnight Alex had called from Arkansas to
derail me from what I was reading because he didn't like it, and some
kids came in from the bar next door and sat down at the mic and got in a
discussion with Alex about the whole world and James Bond movies, so I
gave up and went out for a walk, a couple of times (!), and got back
just in time for the phone thing to screw up and start honking. Anyway,
the whole night was exhausting and a fricking debacle and what /I/ think
are some pretty good parts of the show are not even preserved, so– uh–
ahem, ya know, /you might like it better this way./ I don't know what
you like. People are always surprising me with what they like and what
they don't like. Kids wear safety pins in their tongue now, earrings in
their noses and eyebrows, and smoke cigarets that smell worse than ever
(when they're not electronic cigarets}, and they brand their labia with
swastikas; they can have a big blotchy ridiculous tattoo on their face
and neck, and just all kinds of stuff that seems crazy to me, but I know
it takes all kinds to make a world. And here's the thing: branded and
self-tattooed and drugged-stupid people can work in a restaurant or a
bank or anywhere and nobody gives them any shit about it. It's /normal/
to be all self-mutilated and fucked up now, just as it used to be
normal, through most of U.S. history, for everyone to be drunk all the
time, and to solve points of argument with fisticuffs, outside.
In case I wasn't clear, above, the recording is slightly distorted from
hasty setup, and it's pieced together around two-plus missing hours. The
glitch in the matrix is at 25 minutes in.
If I had known to come a whole /hour/ early to get used to the new stuff
and get everything set right, I still would've screwed up that show. I
think I'm just not as smart or present or maybe /ruthless/ as I used to
be. I feel like an old grumpy cat so much of the time now, and everyone
wants to run the vacuum cleaner and move us to another house and take me
to the vet and not have the good kind of wet food and rock in rocking
chairs when I forget and let my tail uncoil. It's not the world, it's
me. I know that.
Email me your writing on any subject and I'll read it on the radio next
week. That's what I'm here for. I'll try not to mess it up too badly. If
it's more than plain text, please provide a link to the media you want
me to see.
BESIDES ALL THAT, 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:
The 1939 Schloerwagen (say SHLOO-ah-vah-gen) (hard G). A Dymaxion car
ripoff, but small and cool, and I'd like one, please, but maybe with an
electric motor instead of a lawnmower motor.
https://www.vintag.es/2021/10/1939-schlorwagen.html
"Well, I planned to make a lot of money, and then become a nun." "And he
brought us in to meet them, and it was Paul McCartney and John Lennon,
and he said, 'Paul, John, I'd like you to meet these girls; they're
going to be Britain's first all female rock and roll band.' And John
said, 'What ya got there, in that case?' I said it's a guitar. He said,
'Girls don't play guitars.' And I thought, /Oh, are we gonna show you!/"
This is a brilliant short documentary. By the end you're weeping. At
least I hope you are.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1QqLCpXMIw
And Every Michael Jackson grunt and shriek and huffed pant, disembodied
from the music and all cut together.
https://boingboing.net/2021/10/06/every-michael-jackson-grunt-and-yell.html
--
Marco McClean, memo at mcn.org
https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com
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