[Kzyxtalk] Eli's coming harder. Harder. Eli's coming in a car saying a broken heart.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Eli's coming harder. Harder. Eli's coming in a car saying a 
broken heart.

     /"You know what? Eli's coming to Valley High! What? Eli's coming to 
Valley High!"/

Marco here. Here's the recording of last night's (9pm PDT, 2025-07-18) 
7.5-hour-long Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP 
Fort Bragg (CA) and also, for the first three hours, on 89.3fm KAKX 
Mendocino, ready for you to re-enjoy in whole or in part:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0653

Coming shows can feature your own story or dream or poem or essay or 
kvetch or announcement. Just email it to me. Or send me a link to your 
writing project and I'll take it from there and read it on the air.

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:

Roman numerals on the dashboard clock! Imagine what kind of car would 
look as wonderful to people now as this one looked to people then. But 
you don't really have to imagine it; it would be this car.
https://www.vintag.es/2025/07/1929-bugatti-type-37-grand-prix.html

Fourth of July hands. When July comes around again next year these 
images should be on billboards, and posters in store windows and on 
buses, and beer commercials...
https://tywkiwdbi.blogspot.com/2025/07/four-xrays-of-hands-on-fourth-of-july.html

Connie Francis died Wednesday at 87, of pneumonia, after falling and 
breaking her hip. In the early 1960s, when she was in her twenties, my 
grandparents had a few of her 45s on their Italian restaurant's 
mafia-serviced jukebox. /Torero/ was my favorite. Watch out, though; it 
will get stuck in your head. I also liked all the Lou Monte songs. And 
the beatnik song about walking right in, sitting right down and daddy 
letting your mind roll on. And Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport, and a boingy 
ballad about a smashed and repaired Australian banjo. And I Left My 
Heart in San Francisco. And Volare. The service guy would open the box 
with a key and spill the coins into a heavy moneybag. My grandfather got 
all the quarters with red nail polish on them back. Those were to prime 
the pump, meaning that when it was quiet I got to put a red quarter in 
and press the letters and numbers to choose, I think it was, either 
three or five songs, and other people would keep it going after that. A 
quarter then was like $2.63 now, and the catch box was half the size of 
a shoebox, so if it was 1/3 full after two weeks that's 1,000 quarters. 
A respectable chunk of change.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Harzx0yu9zw

My idea for years now, waiting for the materials and technology to catch 
up, is contact lenses to cover over the entire whites of the eyes, that 
would be out-facing video screens and play all black or all red, like a 
sexy ghost, or all fire, like an afreet or the Ori gods, or a placid 
gradient or teevee static, or spinning curlicues, or Roadrunner 
cartoons, or whatever you send them video of, to make it look to others, 
through the windows of your eyes, like that's what's inside your head. 
They'd be wireless and somehow powered by salt tears and/or blinking, 
plus heat and ambient light. But this is a pretty good idea too:
https://www.weirduniverse.net/blog/comments/square_in_the_eye_glasses

And ALL the increasingly crazy Louis Wain cats, painted by the 
increasingly crazy Louis Wain.
https://www.vintag.es/2025/07/louis-wain-cats.html

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