[Kzyxtalk] Misery chord.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Misery chord.

Marco here. Here's the recording of Friday night's (9pm PDT, 2026-04-10) 
7.5-hour-long Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show on KNYO.org, 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://memo-of-the-air.s3.amazonaws.com/KNYO_0691_MOTA_2026-04-10.mp3

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. 
That's mostly all I'm here for.

Besides 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:

Joan Crawford slaps. There's the legal consideration of open hand versus 
closed fist, but slapping has never been safe. If the unpredictable 
mechanics of act and reaction combine wrong you can hurt your finger in 
a way that will never heal right and will ache dully all winter once 
you're old, or you might cup the person's ear and burst his eardrum and 
unless you're a psychopath you'll feel pretty bad about that. Or you 
might rake an eye with your fingernail. Let worrying about these things 
win and instead calm down. Say, "Fair enough," about whatever the 
problem is, extricate yourself, and go practice on a duffel bag stuffed 
with old clothes, or a speed-bag, or a dress dummy.
https://misscellania.blogspot.com/2026/04/joan-crawford-slaps.html

Puppet dance. Here's how I see it: She's at home; she says to the pets 
in a musical language I don't recognize, something I interpret to be, 
"Here I go. I'll be back later," and she conveys her puppet equipment 
down the plaster stairs and up the street. She's happy all the way 
there, and setting up, and performing, and wrapping up, counting the 
tips, rolling the luggage home. By then her calm little girl is home 
from school, has fed the pets and is cooking dinner. She hears the 
suitcase wheels, goes out and helps her mother carry all the things 
upstairs. They sit down to eat. The pet bird gets out of the open cage 
and stands looking out a window. The woman says to her daughter, "Teach 
me what you learned today," and the little girl takes out her notes, 
which look like pages from Leonardo's notebooks: edge-to-edge tiny 
handwriting, numbers, exotic animals, body parts and machines imitating 
them, circuit diagrams, rocket motor plumbing, etc., in different colors 
of colored pencils. The father is out of the picture. He had promise, he 
was sweet at first, but he developed into a belligerent drunk, and one 
night while the woman was still pregnant she had to kill him in self 
defense and dispose of the body; she invented a plausible explanation 
for his absence. The little girl knows the real story and she's okay 
with it. To my mind, this is the perfect family, the perfect environment 
to raise a child. I mean, the school must be first rate.
https://gallusrostromegalus.tumblr.com/post/813352286253465600/spooky-pens-sanpellegrino-s-askinfresh

And Philip Glass – Etude No. 17.
https://theawesomer.com/windsync-etude-no-17-by-philip-glass/801056/

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