[Kzyxtalk] Tactical syzygy.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Tactical syzygy.

/"Yeah, in the city young guys would hit on me by floatin' f'kin' 
quarters. And I wouldn't tell 'em I was teekay but I would keep their 
quarters down. This one guy busted a blood vessel in his eye tryna get 
it up." -Emily Blunt as Sara in Looper/

Here's the recording of last night's (2023-04-28) eight-hour-long Memo 
of the Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) and 
KNYO.org:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0538

This particular show featured Derek, Frank, the death of Stan, Nicole, 
three kinds of Louis (loo-iss, loo-wee, loo-weess) and two Louises (say 
loo-weez-ez), Tom, Douglas, Bruce, Justine, Parker Posey, Notty, four 
Daves, two Bobs, Jack, Sharon, the other Sharon, Andrew called to read a 
story from his news website (MendocinoUndercurrent.com) about the 
decades-ongoing nightmare of poverty, drugs, alcohol, gun violence and 
health-and-law-service neglect of Covelo; Del, Eleanor, Mitch, Ezekiel 
(and associated dachshund siblings Flaco and Lucky), Melody, Paul, Kent, 
Debra, Claire, Kathryn, Arie, Larry, Brian, Kaushik, Rupa, Dupa, Laney, 
yadda yadda, and so on. It could have been a big mess, but it kind of 
worked. Among the musical breaks, a few familiar revealing and stirring 
songs about lies and lying and liars. And the eight-hour show is rounded 
with a couple of short recorded pieces from the Offal project 
(OffalOffalOffal.com).

Email /your/ written work and I'll read it on the very next Memo of the 
Air on KNYO.

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 the 
show together. Such as:

A real dream of books. It reminds me of a cartoon I saw almost forty 
years ago, where the plot was, the people in a kingdom discovered that 
their world and all their lives only existed in the dream of a 
peacefully sleeping man. So they used science to reach out into the real 
world, they found the man (!), stuffed him around with soft pillows, and 
played quiet music, and shooed bugs away, and disconnected his phone and 
turned off his alarm clock, to keep him asleep. But the inevitable end 
of the dream became chaotic, and all the books in their library turned 
into /flamingoes/. Millions of flamingos flapping around in a crazy 
cloud of them, the narrator repeating "Flamingoes! Flamingoes!" and the 
people and their world vanished, all washed white, as the man woke up 
and yawned. Now, what was that cartoon called? It was part of an 
animation festival of the 1980s. Help me out, here. (via Everlasting Blort)
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/gorgeous-bookstore-china-creates-other-worldly-space-180976143/

"Liar, liar, pants on fire, your nose is longer than a telephone wire." 
When I was a little boy and I first heard that, I thought it was the 
funniest thing in the world, that line in falsetto in a song on the 
radio. And the guitar gimmick twang was like a fishhook catching its 
tang in your brain.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDEdFxUZ01s

And an hour-long special about Groucho Marx. Melinda used to play fiddle 
in an Irish band once or twice a week out in front when I worked in 
Brannons in the early 1980s. A little after that she got in a car wreck, 
I heard, and that was why she didn't play fiddle anymore; it hurt her 
neck to play it. So she played mandolin in the little orchestra for all 
the Gloriana Opera Company musical theater shows, where Jack Leung 
played piano. I haven't seen her for years. I hope she's okay. I have a 
short scene printed on my memory in technicolor, of looking out from the 
kitchen in Brannan's, and they're playing Irish music in a circle in the 
dining room, hurdy-gurdy, accordions, long Chinese-Celtic ouds, flutes 
and tin whistles, etc., and there's Melinda Marx, an animated elf on 
fire, the focus of the scene, playing this leaping, screaming violin 
reel, stamping one high-heel shoe, smiling her head off, her long 
waterfall of jet-black hair flipping this way and that in a windstorm 
from the other world.
https://misscellania.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-one-only-groucho.html

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