[Kzyxtalk] Spooky action at a distance.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Spooky action at a distance.

An armed society is a BLAM BLAM BLAM society.” -Drew of Fark

Here's the recording of last night's (Friday 2024-02-23) Memo of the 
Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) and 
KNYO.org (and, for the first hour, also 89.3fm KAKX Mendocino):
http://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0581

Coming shows can feature your story or dream or poem or kvetch, too. 
Just email it to me. Or include it in a reply to this post. Or send me a 
link to your writing project and I'll take it from there and read it on 
the air.

Some news: Bob Young (KNYO's founder and manager) informs me that 
worries about losing the downtown studio and performance space have been 
popped like a balloon. The sale happened. KNYO has new landlords. They 
turn out to be radio people previously working with KVMR in Grass Valley 
and very sympatico, so that's welcome. I think this also means that the 
project to move the transmitter down into town from out in the sticks 
and put the antenna atop the studio is back on, and it might be done by 
summer. Better signal, real-time transmission with no internet buffer 
lag, closer to the ideal of real radio. Win-win-win.

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

Roswell. And the mysterio-chord at the end. If the only thing anybody 
ever needed a whammy bar for was to make that sound, it would still be 
worth it. (via Juanita)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iw6ZZG3NVMs

"I understand your concern, but world domination is not going to fund 
itself." This reminds me of a series of books about a little girl, the 
daughter of two superheroes, who comes into her power and it's not what 
she expected. The first book is /Please Don't Tell My Parents I'm a 
Supervillain/, but there's a prequel --pre-book-1-- about a giant 
superintelligent spider. Fun books for all ages.
https://theawesomer.com/villains-inc-trailer/730825/

Here, the books. Buy them, help the writer out. He went through a horror 
story with his earlier books, of being screwed royally by his publisher 
who took all the money, went out of business and vanished. It's all 
Richard Roberts' show now. Get one, see for yourself; you'll want all 
the rest.
https://www.goodreads.com/series/143031-please-don-t-tell-my-parents

And a collection of Bob’s Big Boys removed from service and imprisoned. 
They’re much bigger than they look here; that's a tall fence. (You might 
have to login to Instagram to view this.) Bob’s Big Boy was a big part 
of my life. There was one near one of the places in L.A. where my mother 
worked when I was small, and she often took me there. The best day ever 
would be a trip to Fern Dell, then the Griffith Observatory, then Bob’s 
Big Boy. The waitresses at BBB wore little pleated skirts and 
rollerskated out to your Oldsmobile to hang a tray on the open window 
and bring you icewater and menus. You’d blink your lights or honk the 
horn, they’d come back to take your order, and they’d go get it and 
bring it to you; they were real waitresses, but gliding and angelic. In 
my memory the hamburgers were perfect, also the fries and a chocolate 
shake, and they had a free in-house comic book about Big Boy and his 
friend Dolly. When Juanita and I went back to L.A. to get married in 
1988 on the roof of the Griffith Observatory, we swung by that very 
Bob’s Big Boy, took pictures of each other next to his shiny fiberglass 
presence, and bought a can of Bob’s Big Boy coffee that I still have, 
unopened, more than 35 years later. It’s rusty, surely ruined inside, 
but there it is. If I ever win the lottery, I am getting one of those 
full-size original Big Boys. And a Doggie Diner nose-dog head. And a 
Sinclair Oil dinosaur. But first I’d buy KUNK, de-automate it, turn it 
back into bustling live KMFB, put the studio back out by the transmitter 
where it belongs, find Bob Woelfel, who must be in his eighties by now, 
and hand it to him to run it right. Then put the statues there. Put the 
Doggie Diner head on top of the tower, red aircraft-warning light 
pulsing from its noseball on quiet misty nights. [triumphant 
mysterio-chord here, to go with the image in your head]
https://www.instagram.com/p/C3D5pz4vIY0/

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