[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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