Happiness Is The New Mid-Life Crisis

 THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB 3.31.2012


Originally aired on WRIR 97.3 FM Richmond

Podcast: Right here.

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Garbage -Blood For Poppies
I have a Shirley Manson crush, a studio-production fetish and I love to roll in Garbage- especially when it is fresh, like this brand-new single.

Charlotte Gainsbourg  -All The Rain 
Damn. I'm surprised how much I like this. Which is a lot.

Joe Strummer -Sikorsky Parts  
One of my favorite High School cassette tapes had the first Clash LP on side A and Deep Purple's Machine Head on side B. Maybe that explains something.

Richard Thompson -Let It Blow
Oh goddammit.  I had a totally different song to play, but the CD wouldn't play. Which is why you should always have a back-up song cued up, hopefully one that will cheer you up out of your techno-failing funk. I had this.

Rowland S. Howard -Exit Everything
Oh , hell yeah. Nothing says "cheer the fuck up" like a seven-minute epic-drone murder ballad  by Birthday Party alumnus Rowland S. Howard. Cordite and Valium...if that doesn't work, nothing will.

Shivaree -I Close My Eyes
When I close my eyes, I remember that I've been seeing the same woman for nearly eight months now and thinking of her cheers me up in a completely different way than a good murder balled does. I find that comforting.

10 CC -Blackmail
When I was a kid 10 CC had a god-awful hit song which made it uncool to like them. But the band had some fookin' brilliantly  clever numbers - such as this one, which was on the same album as ...that other song.

The Funkees -Abraka
The Funkees are my favorite 70's Nigerian band. I'm getting into the psychedelic soul groove these days and this song is a great example why. Tip o' the mouse to Bill L. for turning me on to them.

The Godeck Whipperjenny- Put Your Thing On Me
You don't know these guys? Dave Matthews (the James Brown one, not the Jimmy Buffet-for-the-younger-generation one)  produced this album back in 1970 (?) and it promptly sank into oblivion. But here it is again...I'll be playing more of it in future shows.

Gong- Tropical Fish 
Recorded live at Hammersmith on the You tour. How cool is that?

The Animals- Closer to the Truth
If I'd known how wasted on drugs these guys really were, I might have started buying their albums years ago. Sadly, I'm just now picking them up.

The Doors- The Densmore Mosquito
Jim Morrison was dead at this point, which sorta sucks but this song doesn't miss hin- it has a fantastic Robbie Krieger guitar solo where the "west is the best" lyrics would have gone. Which is good enough for me.

Soft Boys- Give It To The Soft Boys
Another high school-era fave of mine. Sure is fun playin' this on the radio.

Hugh Masekela- You Told Your Momma Not To Worry
More great pyschedelic-tinged 70's soul, this from South Africa. 

Stevie Wonder- Love Having You Around
Get on my camel and ride!

Joan As Policewoman- Kiss The Specifics
The album that this is from, The Deep Field, is excellent music for *ahem*...you know.

Jeannine Hebb- Heartache
But alas, love is fraught with peril. Jeannine Hebb uses piano, voice and quick wits to navigate this minefield. So far, so good.

Andrea Corr- Stupidest Girl In The World
Guys do this kind of stuff too, so I think we all sorta know what she is talking about. So stop already.

Alice Cooper- The Second Coming
Hey! Andrea Corr and Alice Cooper have the same initials as me!
  
Zappa and Beefheart- Muffin Man
After the show, I went home and played this song on my guitar. There goes the neighborhood.

Pretty Things- She's A Lover
More high school-era past-blasting. This album, Parachute, was Rolling Stone Magazine's Album of The Year in 1970. Apparently, no one cared at the time.

Blue Oyster Cult- Screams
Yes. I played Blue Oyster Cult and it wasn't 'Godzilla'.

Funkadelic- Some More
Any song that rhymes 'science-fiction' with  'affliction' is probably either describing Hawkwind or serving as a portent of Hawkwind-to-come.

David Bowie- The Prettiest Star
But first...

Hawkwind- Quark, Strangeness and Charm
And now. The Hawkwind I promised. Astronomy rocks. Sorta.

Fiona Apple- Please Please Please
This song belongs on this show. In a good way.

Wire- On Returning
See ya next week!

Don't Make Me Hit You

It has been a long, long time since I beat the shit out of somebody just because they deserved it. In fact, I'm pretty sure the last time was the winter of 8th Grade and that the person was my brother- I had baked a batch of Christmas cookies for my Grandparents and my dirty rotten bother stole them and took them to his homeroom class for their Xmas party. When I discovered his misdeed, I punched him out as best I could, which really wasn't very much of a beating- I was plenty pissed, but he was still my brother and I didn't really want to harm him, I just wanted him to know that he fucked up when he messed with my Grannie treats. He needed a lesson in respect and he got one, albeit a totally wimpy version. I mostly sat on his back and punched his shoulders, if I recall...anyway.

Why am I telling you this? Because this morning I came as close to getting in a punch-up as I've been since I quit drinking, and it was all about respect. Or lack thereof.

A few weeks ago I was out on a date (with a woman that I'm still dating) and while we were out,  we ran into J, the guy who fills the snack machines at my office. J is a big fat Jamaican who I usually enjoy shooting the shit with when he makes his rounds- he's a funny , if a bit obnoxious chap. Which is fine.

He stopped and said hello to me and kept going, which was diplomatic of him. I was on a date after all, and it would have been rude to interrupt us...so far, so good, right? J is an alright dude, eh?

Well, I saw him this morning for the first time since that chance encounter  and he asked me a very rude 'dude' question. I generally don't get into that sort of discussion with guys, so I pretended not to hear him until he asked me a second time.

"No, nothing like that", I replied tersely. I had overslept and missed my shave, shower and coffee- I was in no mood for manly trifles.

Then he said something  that I really didn't like and won't repeat here.

"Look", I started in on J, "there was a time when I'd  have been OK with that. But that was a long time ago and I'm not an out-of-control fucked-up kid anymore. Before any of what you described happens, I want to be sure that I like and respect the other person. And vice versa. That takes time, it isn't a contest or a race, it is a long-term two-way project. That isn't what you are talking about. You are just talking about meaningless fuckery."

J looked at me as if I were crazy, and perhaps I am. Ten years ago, I never would have imagined that I would be dispensing angry, improvised lectures on  the virtues of chivalry to a chauvinistic Jamaican  truck driver in the break room of a high-rise office building.

"Women don't want to be respected", J told me.

Then he elaborated on how women really want to be treated. His description began with "Like pigs..." and got worse with every word. It was unbelievably ugly and it made me want to punch him, but the sad thing is, there are women who do feel that way about themselves- my mother was one-  and J had learned to identify that characteristic in women and to exploit it for his own personal gratification. He was a sexual parasite and proud of it.

 "You are turning bright red", observed J.

 He was right. I was so angered by his callous display of sexism and and gleeful tales of degradation that I was having what almost amounted to an out-of-body experience. I wasn't exactly sure what my body was going to do- it looked like I was getting ready to throw a punch at J, which would probably have been a big mistake, since he is a full foot taller than myself and outweighs me by at least 120 pounds.

So I walked away and went back to my cubicle to drink coffee and think about abusive men and the women that they attract. Abusive men always seem to have at least one girlfriend and/or wives, so there must be plenty of women with the requisite psychological damage needed to fill those roles. That really sucks.

My new friend is not like that. She's very pretty and of course I'm attracted to that, but it her person-ness  that has earned my respect. Out of that respect , I am not going to blog any details about her except for a few positive things that really took me by surprise:

- She's a good mother. That might sound like no big deal to some people, but I find it to be a very attractive trait. That's new to me.

- She'd probably laugh uncontrollably and question my judgement if she were to read this, but I think she manages her time very well. That says a lot about a person. A lot good.

- She remembered my birthday and is taking me out to celebrate it! Happy!

I spent my last birthday alone in a Fort Lauderdale hotel, stuck on a shitty business trip. I just checked my blog from 2009- I don't even mention my birthday at all, so I'm guessing I didn't do anything that year...in 2008 there's a brief , depressed mention but no celebration. I did find a short story I wrote- it is a dark piece, but also one of my personal favorites (reposted here). I'd forgotten about it...I bet I could publish at least two books if I went back through all my old archives. Later for that. My point is, my birthday is usually a non-event.

This year is a little different. I'm looking forward to my 45th birthday. Friday  I'll be engineering a live studio performance by a small Gamelan orchestra, after which I'll be treated to dinner by a beautiful woman...so that kinda rocks as far as days go.

Next week is our station's Fund Drive and I'll be engineering a LOT of live shows as our DJs pull out the stops during our pleading period- we don't have advertisers, so we rely on listener donations- without them, I wouldn't have been able to air this fabulous broadcast:


THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB: 9/10/2011
Originally aired on WRIR-97.3 FM Richmond

Podcast here

Helios Creed- Dimension 5

King Crimson- Prozack  Blues  (live)

Brian Eno- King's Lead Hat

The Purrs- Feeling Fine

Be Bop Deluxe- Love With The Madman

Stackridge- Marzo Plod

Joni Mitchell- You Turn Me On (I'm a Radio)

Captain Beefheart- This Is The Day (live)

Pink Floyd- Pigs on the Wing

Mothers of Invention- Directly From My Heart To You

Angelfish- King Of The World

David Bowie- Beauty and the Beast

The Kinks- Powerman

Funkadelic- Nappy Dugout

The Stranglers- Go Buddy Go

The Tubes- I Was A Punk Before You Were A Punk (live)

Elvis Costello- Stella Hurt

Oingo Boingo- Whole Day Off

Crack The Sky- Skin Deep

Of Montreal- Everything Dissappears (When You Come Around)

Cursive- Making Friends and Acquaintances

Bird York - What Are You Running After?

Cat Dail- Squeeze Your Play

Elu- Beautiful Things

Kalliopi- Summer Is Over

Iron Butterfly- Stamped Ideas

Gong- How To Survive
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I Trust My Guitar

This past Monday I had the pleasure of being a guest on Lakota Phillips' talk program Breaking Taboo, which airs weekly on New Dissident Radio. It was the second time I've been on and I must say I really enjoy it. The free-wheeling,  uncensored talk format is a real change of pace from my own freewheeling, barely-censored music show...sometimes I wish that I had a radio talk show of my very own- yeah, like that could ever happen.

Wednesday night I had a dinner date, my third with the same woman. It is more like a slow, meandering walk through a forest than it is a mad race to the finish line...this is a new experience for me. Women sure were a lot easier to figure out back when I only dated alcoholics, but I have a feeling that the slow approach might yield better, longer-lasting results in the long run.

Thursday night I took a look into my larder and saw that I was out of almost everything that could reasonably be considered food...it didn't take me long to figure out that Cheerios and chutney may be alliterative, but that doesn't necessarily mean that they belong in the same bowl, so I headed to the local market, which has been randomly changing the layout of its aisles and contents as they remodel the interior. The milk is...where...there...where...here, whew...the supermarket experience left me simultaneously exhausted and over-stimulated andwhen I finally got home, I realized I had leftover Thai from last night. So I nuked that and by that time it was time for bed.

The office closed early Friday, so I went home and started working on my music show. Then I took a short nap. Then I got up and worked a bit.
Nap.
Work.
Nap.
Work.
 
This went on until about midnight, at which time I took an eight-hour nap.

I woke up this morning and found that I had no blank CDs to burn my show's music selections to, so I dashed off to store to buy some. When I returned, I noticed that last night I'd saved my show files as 96k mp3s, which is too low-fidelity for radio broadcast. I was forced to re-create all of my segments at the very last second and re-burn them as audio files. As a result, I barely arrived at the station in time for my show.

The show went really well but I was disheartened by the lack of internet listeners- my listenership has been slowly but steadily increasing and today's number was so dismal that at first I thought I was looking at my painfully vanishing 401k and not at our web meter. But the DJ who came in after me told me he'd listened to the stream just a while ago and it was noisy and distorted. Hmmm.

Sure enough, when I got home, my recording was totally ruined by digital noise and distortion.

I'd spent two days on it and *poof*, gone forever...but...but...aha! I still had most of the show saved as individual segments!

I threw them into the old mixing bowl, stirred in a few songs that I'd added on the fly during the broadcast, sprinkled it with some artist-promo program IDs and voila! Instant podcast- by instant, I mean twelve hours of repetitive, carpal-tunneling work, but at least it is done.

Tomorrow, while the rest of you drink beer, eat tasty grilled meats and frolic in the sun with your friends and family, I'll be shopping for a mop and new shower curtain.

Then I'll do housework and later on I'll fix some pasta for dinner.

Long live Rock and Roll.

THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB SEPT.  3, 2011. 

Broadcast every Saturday from 1pm-3pm on WRIR 97.3 FM, Richmond. Podcast here.

Joan As Policewoman- I Was Everyone

Cafebar 401- You Got Something

Michelle Malone- Light of Day

Paula Cole- Road to Death

Sparks- Biology 2

Funkadelic- I Wanna Know

Can- Half Past One

The Tubes- I'm Just A Mess

Patti Smith- The 25th Floor/High On Rebellion

Portishead- Insensible

Massive Attack- Live With Me

HuDost- Glacier

Pinback- AFK

Angelfish- Mummy Can't Drive

Garbage- Driving Lesson

Richard Thompson- MGB GT

Capt. Beefheart- New Electric Ride (Live)

Stackridge- No One Is More Important Than The Earthworm (live)

Mothers of Invention- Oh No/Orange County Lumber Truck

John Cale- Bring It On Up

Jimi Hendrix- Hey Baby (New Sun Rising) live

Chrome- Zombie Warfare

Pere Ubu- Life Stinks

The Kinks- Mountain Girl

Bill Laswell- Assassin

Monday Machines- Ruined Morning (bonus)
I began this re-created broadcast using a very cool program ID that Cary Grace made for my show, so I thought finishing  with a very appropriate song that she wrote for me would be a fitting end to it all.

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An eventful week for me:

On Monday I had the honor of being a guest on the multi-talented Lakota Phillips' thought-provoking radio program Breaking Taboo on New Dissident Radio. It was great to make a cross-country  connection with my fellow new media pioneers. From the NDR site:

Allan Coberly with WRIR 97.3 and America Revealed’s S. Paul Forrest join Lakota for a fast-paced, exciting show that cracks open the dissatisfaction Americans have with leadership in Washington and the current state of the country and the world. Why all the grumbling and no action? The riots in London, what they really reflect, as well as how they relate to similar unrest in America is discussed with some intriguing points that will make you go “hmmmmm.”

 Podcast downloads of this show and previous BT episodes are available from the link above.

On Wednesday I engineered and produced a live radio appearance by New Jersey trio  Screaming Females- video by Jim Nelson here:


Screaming Females on WRIR from Jim Nelson on Vimeo.

Thursday I stayed up way past my bedtime putting together the playlists below.

Friday I told my boss that I don't make enough money for what they expect, I am very discouraged and am thinking about quitting. Then I went on a second date with a beautiful woman who makes me smile...we had a great dinner and I gave her an autographed copy of The Screaming Females CD.

So.

Right now I have two major unresolved questions:

1) Do I still have a job?

2) Will I ever have a girlfriend again?

But all that had to wait, because this morning I had a four-hour marathon of live radio:

 I had the great honor of filling in for Buzzy Lawler on his fantastic Shake Some Action program on WRIR today- mostly 1960's and early 1970's guitar rock. The good kind- the kind they don't make anymore.

SHAKE SOME ACTION-NEW BREAKFAST SNOB EDITION: 8/20/2011

SSA Podcast here.

NBS Podcast here.

Sweet - Daydream

Sweetwater- Motherless Child

Pink Floyd- Point Me At The Sky

Flaming Groovies- Love Have Mercy

Humble Pie- Shaky Jake

Manfred Mann- My Name's Jack

Ten Years After- Sugar The Road

Taj Mahal- Take A Giant Step

Everly Brothers- Love Is Strange

Alex Chilton- With A Girl Like You

Small Faces- Sha La La Lee

Great Society- White Rabbit

Cat Stevens- I'm Gonna Get Me A Gun
Once and future Stinky Hippie Cat Stevens gleefully singing about going on a homicidal shooting spree , cheerfully exacting revenge on everyone who ever called him a Stinking Hippie. Seriously, even I couldn't make that up.

The Troggs- I Can't Control Myself

The Scorpions -Greensleeves
This is not the 1970's Scorpions, this is an entirely different band. I got yer other Scorpions on the next show...see below.

Gun- Race With The Devil

Neil Young -Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere

Fairport Convention- Chelsea Morning

John Mayall's Bluesbreakers- All Your Love

Rare Earth- Share Your Love

Edwinn Starr- 25 Miles
I got a caller during this show who informed me that this song was the very first 45rpm record he ever bought as a kid. It made me happy to hear that.

Wilson Pickett- Don't Fight it (Feel it)

Captain Beefheart- Here I Am

Atomic Rooster- Play The Game

Electric Sandwich- Devil's Dream

Fleetwood Mac- Heartbeat Like A Hammer

Jimi Hendrix- We Gotta Live Together

Emerson, Lake and Palmer- Are You Ready, Eddie?

Spirit- Morning Will Come

Electric Flag- Make Your Move

Funkadelic- Standing On The Verge of Getting It On


So, OK. That was one show down. Things were rolling merrily along until suddenly disaster struck- our webstream went down and I could not coax it back to life. WRIR was reduced to a mere broadcast radio station...but rather than skip a week of podcasting, I went home , used my under-appreciated telepathic powers to painstakingly re-create nearly the entire damn show by hand and then I uploaded the simulacrum in lieu of a recording of the actual program.

Why do I do this? Well...because...um...yeah. Or not.

THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB 8/20/2011: Telepathic Upload Edition


Jeff Beck- Roy's Toy

Brian Eno- No One Receiving

Klaus Schulze- Weird Caravan

Caravan- Be Alright

David Bowie- Sons of The Silent Age

Jennings- Surrender

Lost In The Trees- Song For The Painter

Mavis Staples- You're Not Alone

Bird York- Punish Me With Kisses

Area 27- Wild Card

Manfred Mann's Earth Band- Messin'

Adriana Kaegi- When The Money Runs Out

The Kinks- Money and Corruption

Joan As Policewoman- Chemmie

Michelle Malone and Band du Soliel- Sitting In The Sun

Paula Cole - Hitler's Brothers

Norine Braun- Hanna To Hollywood

Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood- Some Velvet Morning

Kalliopi- Summer's Almost Over

Fruup- Prince of Darkness

Can- Full Moon On The Highway

Scorpions- Fly People Fly
This is by (the) Scorpions that you  have heard of.

Ray Manzarek- The Golden Scarab
Ray, along with Jim Morrison, was in The Doors. To my knowledge, Morrison never mentioned dung beetles in his lyrics...Ray does mention dung beetles in this tune. That might be why I almost never play The Doors but play Ray quite often. Or maybe I have other reasons.

Astronauts of Antiquity- Strangest Places

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One of these days, I'll actually do something...

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Sonics and Tonics

Sometimes I have dreams in which I still have a full head of hair. I call these dreams 'nightmares' because my life used to suck back in the days when I had hair. I've been shaving my head for nearly six years and my life has almost completely turned around since I stopped using shampoo.

I've had a weekly music program on our local non-profit radio station WRIR 97.3 FM for over five years now, but next Monday (8/15/11, 7PM EST) will mark  a radio first for me: I'll be a guest on another host's program:  Breaking Taboo, a weekly discussion program hosted by the redoubtable Lakota Phillips on New Dissident Radio.

From the BT website:

"Breaking Taboo is hosted by artist, writer, and erotic muse Lakota Phillips who kidnaps her guests from around the country, ties them up using only the softest shibari ropes, and forces them to explore our societal myths, stereotypes, art, sex, and taboos; but not necessarily in that order or all on the same show.  She’s considerate like that. The show delivers a huge dose of humor mixed with controversy on Pandora topics your mother never wanted you to know about."

Along with   S. Paul Forrest of America Revealed, we'll discuss the London riots and America's own dissatisfaction with our own government- are we unable to change our government or are we merely unwilling to even try? That topic and 'all manner of other controversy' @4pmPST, 7pm EST. Listen live here.

Wednesday 8/17/11 @7pm, I'll be producing a live in-studio performance by The Screaming Females, a hot trio from NJ who'll be appearing on Mike Rutz's WRIR Activate! show , giving us a preview of their 8/18 BFD show at Richmond's Bike Lot.

Friday night I have a second date...I think maybe, just maybe, we might sorta kinda like each other a little bit. It is really soon but I am optimistic. And charmed. 

Next Saturday I'll be guest-hosting Buzzy Lawler's Shake Some Action program at 11am and continuing on through my own show beginning at 1pm and running until 3, which means four consecutive hours of live radio. Bring it on!

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THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB 8/13/2011

Podcast:http://www.radio4all.net/index.php/program/53727

Goldfrapp- Crystalline Green

Gong- Gris Gris Girl

Liars- Scissor

Funkadelic- Some More

Mothers of Invention- San Berdino

King Crimson- Cat Food

Green Man- Do Bheatha 'Bhaile

Aphrodesia- Ayala

Steve Hillage- Electrick Gypsies

Ashlee Rose- Devil's Town

Cafebar 401- Blame the Villian

Amy Winehouse- Stronger Than Me

Joan As Policewoman- The Magic

Joni Mitchell- In France They Kiss On Main Street

Michelle Malone & Band du Soliel- Woman on the Floor

Richard Thompson- Crash The Party

mr. Gnome- Bit of Tongue

Adriana Kaegi- It Feels Like

Paula Cole- Where Have All The Cowboys Gone?

Sparks- Talent Is An Asset

Ray Manzarek- Boiling Rage

The Purrs- Big Black Wall

Bardo Pond- Wank

Deluka- OMFG


I'll be catching my breath now...a pizza may be called for. Literally.

Baby, You Can Talk To Me

 This week I had two radio shows,filling in for my friend Paul on his Thursday night show, and then doing my own on Saturday. It's been a long, hard week and certain things aren't working out quite the way I'd hoped.

I mean, I know exactly how hard it is to make a phone call. I understand the difficulty of email and I sure as hell grasp the inherent barriers involved in sending a text message from a cell phone. So my guess is that my new friend has been trying desperately to get in touch with me and just hasn't found the right technology for doing so. Maybe all she had was a postage stamp and I'll have to wait for Monday's mail to get her reply to my simple question about this weekend.

Yeah. That's it.

Anyway. I have music and lots of it, and if you want it all you gotta do is come and get it.



DOUBLE BONUS PODCAST DOWNLOAD - TWO SHOWS, FOUR HOURS!(click)


PAUL'S BOUTIQUE 6/23/2011 w/ Guest DJ,THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB


Astronauts of Antiquity- Breakthrough

Melomane- Buddha Statue

Clara Bellino- Peaceful Solution

Frames- Giving It All Away

Old Haunts- Not Hopeless

Gang of Four- You Don't Have To Be Mad

Green Man- When Love is Done

Hudost- Hunger

Obits- You Gotta Lose

Jon Yeager- Like a Train

Cop Shoot Cop- Two At A Time

Firewater- Anything at All

Cat Dail - Think of a Story

Monday Machines- Spinning Plates

Motorhead- I Don't Believe A Word

Ross Phazor- You'll Never Change

Wire- Flat Tent

Norine Braun- I'm The One

G-Spot- Happy Denial

Jupe Jupe- If I Could Go Back In Time

Nicholas Howard- Blood From a Stone

Monacy- Orbit

Jeannine Hebb- Only Ones

Shawn Farley- The Last Time We Talked

Lucinda Williams- Something About What Happens When We Talk

Purrs- Fear of Flying

Cat Nights Begin- and Once the Last of Autumn Leaves



THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB 6/25/2011

Stefanie Seskin- Chill Now

Stranglers- Skin Deep

Curtis Mayfield- No Thing

Rickie Lee Jones- Young Blood

Tracy Chapman- Son of a Preacher Man

Hot Tuna- Hesitation Blues

The Band- The Shape I'm In

Jefferson Starship- Hyperdrive

Ten Years After- If You Should Love Me

Rare Earth- Satisfaction Guaranteed

Garbage- Temptation Waits

Elu- Coventry Carol

Lou Reed- Don't Talk To Me About Work

Bob Dylan- One More Cup of Coffee

Jennings- Doorway

Nijole Sparkis- Everything


Astronauts of Antiquity- Beautiful Fate

The Service Industry- Seaworld

Gong- Tropical Fish

The Geraldine Fibbers- Dusted

Guiltless Cult- What Do I have To Say?

Green Man- I Am Stretched On Your Grave

Traffic- Love

Joan as Policewoman- The Ride

Fleetwood Mac- Believe Me

The Kinks- Life Goes On

Carpenters- Top of the World

Leo Kottke- Ice Cream

I Can Fix That

I'm a lucky guy. My music geek dream comes true every Saturday when I do my radio program. I don't always know what genre or theme that I'm working with, so I let my subconscious do the hard work for me and I concentrate on distinguishing clearly labeled buttons from one another.


About the only thing that could make doing my show better is knowing that there is a beautiful woman listening to my show because it is my show and she likes me even when I'm not on the radio. And that she likes to see me, despite me never being on TV at all. It's a pretty amazing feeling. I'm not sure where it is going but it feels good, there is no element of wrongness to it, just a slow getting-to-know-you in person and in real-life process that I've not experienced as a s sober adult. It feels great. I'm a lucky guy.



THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB JUNE 11 2011

(PODCAST DOWNLOAD HERE)

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Taxi To The Ocean- Flag On The Moon

Slo Mo - Home is Where is the Heart is

Peter Bayreuther- Hey Baby

Eileen Ivers- Paddy in Zululand

Elu- Lose Control

Bird York- Never Gonna Find Us

Damien Dempsey- Celtic Tiger

Tidal Arms- Social Landlord

Erika Song- Is That So Strange


Robert Fripp- Chicago


Mute Speaker- Crab People

Cursive- Fairtytales Tell Tales


Dare Dukes- Ballad of Darious McCollum

Area 27- Black Sun

A'tris- Light and Shadow

Taxi To The Ocean- Hold On To Me

Cecile Corbel- O Stor mo chroi


Golden Palominos- Break In The Road


Cafebar 401- Couch Potato


Garbage- Bad Boyfriend

HuDost- Invisible

Rathkeltair- Something Good For A Change


Entheogenic- Fire, Horse and Storm

Green Man- Cold Blows The Wind

Sharon Knight- Serpentina
 

Thanks for tuning in!

How Lil' Kim Gave Me My Groove Back

You probably wouldn't think that North Korea's megalomaniac  despot Lil' Kim would have much to do with my ongoing search for love, and 99.99% of the time that would be a good thing, because the less that Lil' Kim has to do with your love-life, the better.

To paraphrase Tom Robbins: "The song Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing  was not composed in North Korea."

But not long ago I started a correspondence with a young local woman who told me that  her dream vacation was to visit North Korea. In my book, expressing a desire to visit one of the most brutally oppressive nations on the planet is a really good conversational gambit, so I followed up on that.

She told me that N. Korea has been granting more Western tourist access lately, that of course it was all State-Propaganda-Doctrine-Dinners and visits to faked-up 'worker's paradises', but it is apparently dirt cheap and the food (taken from the mouths of starving children, no doubt) is supposed to be top-notch.

Plus, it will be on the last chance we will have to see a corrupt, crumbling ninth-world communist hell-hole up-close and personal while it is in mid-decline, as most of those opportunities vanished with the demise of the Cold War and  subsequent dismantlement of the Eastern Bloc.

Clearly, this was my kinda girl.

But before we could make our travel plans,  I met another young woman on line.  Of the countless hundreds of local women on-line, she was the only one who appeared when I  refined my search by adding 'atheist' as a descriptor.

The only one. One. One is the perfect number for me.

So we chatted on-line until dawn  and the next night we went out...we met the corner bar, where she had a beer and I had tea...it really doesn't bother me to be in bars (unless smoking is allowed), especially if I'm in rapt conversation with a lovely and utterly, unbelievably, engaging woman. Then we went to see our local minor-league baseball team play- which was her idea!- and had a great time sitting in the nosebleeds, watching people more than the actual game.  It turns out we are both NFL fans and are both just biding time until something happens on that particular miserable front...but a football fan! How cool is that?

We talked about our mutual 'dating' adventures and I told her that so far the second-most alluring dating offer I'd gotten was to tour North Korea, which I was actually sorta into.

My new friend then informed me that she'd been stationed in Korea while in the Army and that in her opinion there might be better vacation spots than North Korea...she might have included Turkish prisons or the interior of a live volcano on that list.

Clearly this was also my kind of girl.

After the game, we had more beer and tea and after the bar closed, we sat together on what passes for my front porch and shared our first kiss.

Neither one of us was in a particular hurry to say good-bye this morning, but we did. We sent each other simultaneous thank you notes and wound up chatting for hours, despite having just parted.

Life is getting better, it really is.

And I had a really awesome radio show too:

PODCAST HERE

THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB, JUNE 4, 2011

The Kinks- Scum Of The Earth

BeBop Deluxe- Piece of Mine

Generic Tribe- Seven Pounds

Geraldine Fibbers- A Song About Walls

Stackridge- Spin Round The Room

Randy Newman- Back On My Feet Again


Captain Beefheart- Nowadays A Woman's Gotta Hit A Man

Happy Birthday- Birthday Party

Excesses- Klark Kent

Astronauts of Antiquity- Strangest Places

Green Man- She Moved Through The Fair

Melomane- Even Though You're Born Toulose

Cat Nights Begin-Funkadelicatessan

Frames- Live Forever

Concrete Blonde- Tomorrow, Wendy

Stefanie Seskin- I Just Keep On


Damien Dempsey- Patience


Claanad- The Other Side

Joan As Policewoman- Holiday

Monday Machines- Ruined Morning

Dropkick Murphys- Shipping Off To Boston

Eman and Friends- Come To Poland

Jefferson Airplane- 3/5 of a Mile in Ten Seconds

Loreena McKinnett- Mummer's Dance

Manda Mosher- Lay Me Down

Jen Foster- Broken

Scream Daisy- Bees


Leo Kottke- Nothin' Works

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Who knows what the future holds?

Not Always

 Ever hear this one?


If you fall off a horse, get right back on again.

That platitude can get you in trouble, especially if it's a crazy horse that's thrown you and  it tramples you afterwards and you wind up with twelve broken bones, a ventilated spleen and traumatic brain injury as a result.

You should be getting into an ambulance at this point, but instead you cast about for another horse and lo, sure enough there's one right there, stirrups at the ready. Somehow, you climb on.

For a moment it feels like victory, but that is short-lived. As the endorphin rush wears off, you realize that this is not just another day at the races. Your new horse is not only a crazy horse, it is a crazy vampire horse with rabies, distemper, Hoof & Fang disease and wearing a bridle made of flaming barbed wire.  If you are lucky, you'll fall off. If you're smart, you'll jump.

If you are lucky, your fall will be broken by a bed of music and you'll land safely atop a giant stack of old albums. You'll perform the lost ritual of listening and start feeling better, mending as the music touches you. Even the really bad songs will make you smile. Music will heal you.

Until you consider the damage it does to the environment. It dawns on you that all extant mass-produced recorded musical formats, i.e, records, tapes and CDs are made out of plastics, which are petroleum-based. There are millions and millions, maybe billions of these things out there- how much oil was used to make them and what happens to those records that don't pass the sniff-test of the 25-cent bins? They go into a landfill and live forever, is what. That is how 99.9% of bands will achieve immortality, by leaching into the aquifer.

You, on the other hand, will simply be buried under your own record collection, not to mention the tapes and old electronics in your closet. And what about all of the electricity that all of those bands- including yours- have used over the last fifty or sixty years? All of those amplifiers and PA systems suck enormous amounts of juice.

You could have done something productive with all of that electricity, like grow pot or electrocute prisoners, but no...you had to go and make a band instead. And what about touring? Think of all those vehicles, everything from private airliners to stolen Econo-Liners, all being used to shuttle energy-gobblin' noise merchants from venue to venue. Those all burn fuel.

Even your instruments are planet-killers. What are your guitars made of?

Wood and metal.

Wood is nothing more than the butchered carcass of a dead tree and you can't get metal without mining. And mining kills trees. The same trees that died for your album covers.

Don't forget the moral pollution either. You wonder why the music business sucks? It sucks for the same reason that our political system sucks, corruption and greed- the few good individuals who get involved tend to choke on their own vomit or die in small-plane crashes and the evil ones get all the cash.

So  what can you do? You can't sing worth a damn and your instruments all have Gaea's blood on them. Perhaps you can try busking sans music, walking the streets with a shoebox in your hand, humming a little so people don't think  you're a mime.

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THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB:4-23-2011

Podcast here.

Eleni Mandell- I Love Planet Earth

Steeleye Span- Edwin

Hot Tuna- Surphase Tension
Phaser. Gobs of phaser.

Roy Harper- Cherishing The Lonesome

Robbie Robertson- Ghost Dance

Jimi Hendrix- Little Wing

Lou Reed- A Gift

Peter Tosh- I'm The Toughest

Richard Thompson- Gypsy Love Songs

HuDost- Ergan Deda

HuDost "Ergen Deda" from North Avenue Studios on Vimeo.

Bob Dylan &The Band- Too Much of Nothing

Rickie Lee Jones- Weasel and the White Boy Cools

The Old Haunts- Poisonous Times

The Kinks- Live Life

Joan Armatrading-(I Love it When) You Call Me Names

Klark Kent- Don't Care

Belly- Judas My Heart

Stackridge- No One's More Important Than The Earth Worm

HuDost- Skeleton Key

Melanie- Got My Mojo Working

Al Stewart- Terminal Eyes

XTC- This World Over

HuDost- Skeleton Key

Bruce Cockburn- Peggy's Kitchen Wall

Snakefinger- Jesus Was a Leprechaun

It's A Beautiful Day- Bombay Calling

Jethro Tull- Singing All Day

Funkadelic- Trash-A-Go-Go

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No Warning

THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB 3-26-2011

Download Show here

Or listen below...after about an hour I regain my ability to speak.









Golden Palominos- Gun

Tranquility Bass- Soldier's Sweetheart


Old Canes- Under

Warren Zevon- Detox Mansion

Stills- Young Band- 12/8 Blues

Wire- I am the Fly

Electric Flag- Earthquake Country

T.Rex- Ride A White Swan

Rare Earth- Eleanor Rigby

Fleetwood Mac- Green Manalishi


Mothers of Invention- Absolutely Free

Hot Tuna- Song For The Fire Maiden


Papa John Creach- String Jet Rock

Captain Beefheart- Trust Us (Take9)


Pretty Things- There Will Never Be Another Day

Jimi Hendrix- Castles Made Of Sand


Todd Rundgren- Eastern Intrigue


Taxi To The Ocean- Flag On The Moon


Klaatu- Perpetual Motion Machine


Dare Dukes- Kick and Holler

Greg Lake- It Hurts

Faces- Had Me A Real Good Time


Miles Davis- Saturday Miles

Snakefinger- Don't Lie


Lou Reed- Vicious


Babe Ruth- Fistful of Dollars


It's A Beautiful Day- Hot Summer Day (live)


Peter Blegvad- White

HuDost- Lonely Ship

Can't Spell 'Vacuum' Without Two of You

 I'm not even sure who I am anymore. For the length of a grueling three-day business trip, I was Mr. Together, a real cool cucumber who doesn't sweat or worry no matter how much pressure he's under or how dire the situation is. Mr. Together always has a kind word for his peers and he's astonishingly calm in the face of other's panic.When Mr. T tells you that things are gonna be OK, you can take it to the bank.

I have no idea who this Mr. T guy is; the me that I'm used to seeing is the one who can be  brought  to a state of tearful incapacitation by the faintest first note of a lightly strummed minor chord and paralyzed with sorrow by a Facebook eulogy to a virtual stranger's dog. A real sap.

I expected some sort of depressive transformation once the job was done and I had time to grossly misjudge just how truly awful my life is. On the long ride home Friday, I stared through the window of my train, waiting for the misery to kick in. I was braced for the expected emotional impact of my own wayward thoughts, not exactly tense but not exactly mellow either.

After a half-hour had passed without any nascent despair, I ventured to the 'Cafe Car' for a cup of Amtrak coffee. If anything will make you miserable, it's a cup of Amtrak coffee coupled with the permeating, rubbery smell of microwaved cheeseburgers and the passengers who eat such fare- but this time the java tasted OK and the woman in front of me in line smelled good, like clean sheets and warm sun. Perplexed, I returned to my seat and waited for the train to derail. It didn't.

When I finally got to the station, I was surprised to find that I hadn't left my car lights on and that my battery wasn't dead. The sight of four fully inflated tires failed to inspire the slightest bit of anxiety. The car started right up and the late-night traffic was light on the short and shockingly uneventful drive home.

Home held no trauma, it was just as I left it, save for the not-unexpected presence of my imaginary friend Fancy. She was sitting on my couch, thumbing through my journal.

"Hi", I said.

"The Universe lives inside of you and what appear to be the pinpoint lights of distant stars  are in fact the faintly glimmering last rays of your lost hopes reflecting off the tiny yet infinitely broken shards of your shattered dreams and scattered personalities", replied Fancy.

"Says you", I said by way of clever retort.

"No, you said that-well, you wrote it. It's right here after this awful poem..."

I snatched the notebook away from her, looked at the pages and read a few lines to myself.

"Wow. This really is dreadful."

Fancy nodded and we laughed together until she was gone.


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THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB, MARCH 19, 2011

Hot Tuna - Water Song

Planet Gong- Floating Anarchy

Gong- Oily Way/Outer Temple

ELP- Trilogy

Genesis- Can-Utlity and the Coastliners

Be Bop Deluxe- Japan

Stranglers- Nuclear Device

Stranglers- Something Better Change

Jeannine Hebb- Things Haven't Been So Bad Lately

Gary Numan- Engineers

Dave Cousins- Tears and Pavan

The Duhks- Mighty Storm

Lost in the Trees- Song For The Painter

Patti Smith- Wave

Allan Coberly- Fall and Reflect (demo version)

Monday Machines- Ruined Morning

Cursive- I Couldn't Love You

Golden Palominos- Faithless Heart

Capt. Beefheart- Same Old Blues

Peter Green - Fool No More

Ten Years After- Tomorrow I'll Be Out of Town

Robert Fripp- I May Not Have Enough of Me but I've Had Enough of You

Ozric Tentacles- Thyroid

3/19/2011 Podcast download here.

Archives here.

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In One Ear

 The New Breakfast Snob 3-12-2011


Frank Zappa- The Black Page (1984) 
Super Furry Animals- White Socks and Flip Flops
Patti Smith- Dancing Barefoot
Marianne Faithfull- Ghost Dance
Johnny Indovina- The Poisoning
801- Postcard Love
Steeleye Span- Wee Wee Man
Richard Thompson- Bad Monkey
Strawbs- Little Sleepy
Dare Dukes- Ballad Of Darius McCollum
Robyn Hitchcock- Night Ride to Trinidad
Chris Huff- Lost in the Mausoleum
Monday Machines- Spinning Plates
Garbage-Nobody Loves You
Todd Rundgren- International Feel
Steve Hackett- Clocks
Damien Dempsey- It's All Good
Damien Rice- Volcano
Carrie Rodriguez- Waterbound
Jefferson Airplane- Pretty As You Feel
Robert Wyatt- Gharbzadegi
Moody Blues- For My Lady
Rickie Lee Jones- Lucky Guy
J.J. Cale- You Got Me On So Bad
X-Come Back To Me

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Shaken, Stirred Or On The Rocks.

 

Kelley told me she was divorced when we first met. She was sitting alone at the corner bar with a sad expression on her face, absently poking at an over-cooked steak and drinking beer with shots of whiskey. She asked me what I did for a living and I told her that I had just lost my job and had decided to spend my last twenty dollars on getting drunk. When I sobered up, I'd apply for unemployment, but first I needed to get hammered. She laughed and I knew I'd made an instant friend.

She bought me a round to "celebrate" and within a few minutes she was using her fork to hand-feed me bites of her steak. She took me home to her nice suburban split-level that night and I stayed there for a few wonderful days, drinking and screwing and not really caring about much else. Eventually she brought me back to my dismal abode, which she announced "needed a woman's touch".  Kelley planted pansies in the flowerbox outside my apartment, took down my tattered old band posters  and told me to get some paintings. It was good advice and my life began to brighten. I stared caring about things that single men often overlook, like having matching silverware and a shower-curtain that isn't moldy.

Kelley had a nice house but it had the aura of  strong male presence lingering in it, a guitar she didn't play, a toiletries kit in the bathroom and clothes in the closet...in hindsight it should have bugged me that she had chosen to keep so many of her ex-husband's possessions around but at the time I was just glad to have a guitar around her house and didn't give it much thought until  one night just a few weeks after we met when she called me in a panic and told me not to come over that night, to stay home instead.

Oh. OK.

The next day she called me at my new job and told me between sobs that she loved me but couldn't see me any more. She didn't say so, but I got the impression her husband was back.She was good to her word and I haven't seen her since then.


I will be more careful next time. No more married women.


That vow lasted about ten years. I should have known better the second time, but this time it was the most beautiful woman in all the world and we were deeply, hopelessly in love; I knew she would leave her husband soon and all I had to do was stay patient and true and our love would win the day... she did leave her husband, but not for me- she left  him for a third man.

The third and hopefully last time, I just didn't care. My new friend didn't want to know much about me  except that I was from out of town, but she didn't try to hide her marriage from me, in fact she she very colorfully described her husband's dysfunction to me, a revelation which I found off-putting- but not off-putting enough, apparently.

I didn't give a damn about morals at that point, I was still in a state of broken-hearted shock from the end of my previous affair and I was overflowing with anger and stockpiled sexual energy and needed some internal human combustion and controlled explosions ; I felt rough and  luckily my new friend liked it that way, so we got along very, very well as far as that goes.

There was no plan to communicate afterward but she  is smart and easily  found me on-line; after a few exchanges and a hastily retracted invitation, it was determined that we really don't get along in any non-sexual sense of the word and communication was halted with no animosity, just a vague sadness on my part.

I think maybe it is better that way.


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Two FABULOUS new  shows for your listening pleasure:

THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB, MARCH 4 2011 

 Issac Hayes- I Don't Know What To Do With Myself

Gong- Fohat Digs Holes In Space

Traffic- Shanghai Noodle Factory

Moody Blues- Legend of a Mind

Talking Heads- Drugs

Phil Manzenara- Miss Shapiro

Brian Eno- Back In Judy's Jungle



Ozric Tentacles- Chinatype

Fleetwood Mac- Emerald Eyes

Jefferson Airplane- Turn My Life Down

Ten Years After- Hard Monkeys

Marianne Faithfull- She

Stranglers- Ice Queen

Iron Butterfly- Are You Happy?

King Crimson- One More Red Nightmare

Steve Hillage- Light In The Sky

Crack The Sky- Lighten Up McGraw

Atomic Rooster- People You Can't Trust

Magazine- Honeymoon Killers

Moby Grape- Murder In My Heart For the Judge

Stills/Kooper- It Takes a Lot to Laugh,It Takes a Train to Cry

Savoy Brown- Leavin' Again

Cop Shoot Cop- Two At A Time

Download.

THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB FEB 26 2011






Ozric Tentacles- Floating Seeds

John Cale & Brian Eno- Spinning Away

Carpenters- Superstar

Hawkwind- Take Me To Your Leader

Jim Protector- The Distance

Pink Frost- The Sun

Peter Blegvad- When Work Was New

Freelance Whales- Broken Horse

Al Stewart- Modern Times

Zerfas- I Don't Understand

Black Pepper Sea- Jackson's Car

Monster Rally/Gong/Faust/Tangerine Dream- Mash-up

Steve Hackett- A Tower Struck Down

The Bitter Tears- Starlight

Green Man- A Conversation With Death

Can- I'm So Green

Taxi To The Ocean- Bombshell

The Kinks- Complicated Life

Ozric Tentacles- Sacred Turf

Download.

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The Show Goes On

 THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB, FEB. 5TH, 2011


Tension-Building Intro Mash-Up: Monday Machines/Ozric Tentacles/assorted animal comedians
 As usual, today's introductory segment is one part inspiration, one part equipment malfunction and two parts operator error.

Year of The Cat -Al Stewart 
I miss my cat and I really like Al Stewart. I always loved my cat, but I used to hate Al Stewart. Go figure.

Ace of Wands -  Steve Hackett
One day back in 1983, I was in a rural tavern in Western Maryland, drinking draft beer with my high school classmates after a weekend camping trip. There was a TV in the corner that was showing some kind of local access text-scroll about PTA meetings and stuff, and when the bartender turned the sound up, this Steve Hackett song was the music playing in the background. Mystified to hear obscure prog-rock on hillbilly cable, I pointed it out to my classmates, who reminded me that I was really high and that no one liked the kind of music I like anyway.


Hocus Pocus - Focus 
 Why is this song so  long? I hardly ever ask that question, so there must be a reason.


Perpetual Change-  Yes 
Yes, it's Yes. Stop looking at me like that.


 Guzzard - Ozric Tentacles
Perhaps  an obscure cut from an obscure cassette by an obscure 1980's band will help restore my hipster credibility.

 
If 6 Was 9 - Jimi Hendrix 
Speaks for himself.


Time-  It's A Beautiful Day
I finally got a copy that doesn't skip. About time.


Come Again Toucan? -  Grace Slick
 The star of Jefferson Airplane burned very brightly for a short period  and then flickered erratically for decades, but she really nails it on this 1973 song.


 
If It Doesn't Come Naturally, Leave It  - Al Stewart
Because of his gentle-sounding delivery and lush arrangements, I used to think Al was kinda wimpy when I was a kid. Shows how much I knew.



Sound Asleep  -Marionette  
 
These are friends of mine and they played at our radio station's birthday party last night, so I'm giving them a shout here.

Safety In Numbers - Crack The Sky 
Part of my Maryland memories.

Spinning Plates -  Monday Machines 
Every once in a while one of my dreams comes true and this CD was one of those whiles.

D.O.A.-  Bloodrock
I thought the organ intro here would make a nice segue, and I guess it did, but the problem is what to do with the other eight minutes of this overwrought Texas disaster?

Phenomenal Cat-  The Kinks 
For Wilkins, who was phenomenal.

One For The Vine -Genesis
Was this the album that made Peter Gabriel quit the band?


Season of The Witch-  Stills & Kooper 
Steve likes his wah-wah, which is something I can relate to.

On The Beach - Faces 
Some blues for ya.

Liquor and You-  Peter Green
And some more...I like Green blues.

The Have Nots - X
Some high-brow 80's punk to set the stage for the next show...


So, like I'm waiting for my podcast to upload and it seems as if it will never finish and that little spinning icon won't let me pull away, there is so much world out there and I'm wasting my life away watching pixels swirl and it dawns on me that I need to put the unwatchable mess that is Avatar back in the mail so I can get another movie, hopefully one with  explosions,  mayhem and zero anthropomorphism.

http://www.radio4all.net/index.php/program/49175


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Dig it Forward

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You did what?


A registry cleaner? What did you go and use that for? I might have been able to fix your computer before that, but now my advice to you  is for you  to find a large hole in the ground and throw your computer into it.

You'd be surprised at how many problems that fixes.

The New Breakfast Snob, Nov. 27th 2010

Podcast available here: here.


Lee Abramson - Shalom 
I've been a fan of Lee's since hearing his Ace No Face CD. Lee has ALS but he doesn't let that keep him from rocking and writing.


Cryan Shames- Sugar and Spice
Anyone who thinks music was better in the Sixties should listen to this. It's pretty awful, really, but it does have some historical significance. Played off the original vinyl promo LP.


James Fairs- Nu Bluz
James Fairs was a founding member of the Cryan Shames and is currently a museum computerist in Chicago- and his new music is good. 

s.maharba - Stems
This artist released a cassette back in 2008. A cassette! If I had a copy, I could listen to it in my car.

Area 27-Intergalactic
One of my favorite bands of all time. I don't know anything about them.

Jane Lui-Jailcard
 Ooops. I called her 'Janet' on the broadcast...this song wasn't what I expected. The promo looked a bit like Sailor Moon, but this isn't that at all.

Fred Frith- Spring Any Day-
It is always springtime in Sweden. Unless it isn't.

F/i- Using Enemy Weapons
 Milwaukee's best space-rock band. Expect more.
 
Robert Fripp- Chicago
From Fripp's 1979 solo LP, Exposure. 
 
Android Lust- Intimate Stranger
I hope that is chocolate.

Liars -Goodnight Everything
Dig this band. I do.


HuDost-Invisible
8-minute bonus track from their latest CD.

Bebop Deluxe- Swan Song
Bill Nelson wore makeup.

Aid Fantasm- Hidden
 This is different. I will play more on Christmas.

Speck Mountain- I Feel Eternal
This excellent band is from the Chicago area. 
 
Mr. Gnome- Devil Be Gone
New to me, this song found my ears in a receptive mood. Just what the Devil ordered!

Monday Machines- Alive
This is one of UK musician-producer  Cary Grace's projects. I'm in it too!
 
Heather Edwards- Transalgia
Heather looks like someone I work with. Except that Heather rocks and my co-worker doesn't.

Al Stewart-Palace of Versailles
Al is a brainy dude.

Moody Blues- For My Lady

La, la, la.

For A Minor Reflection- Flod
This is 'post-rock'? I guess 'post-rock' is OK, then, because this is really good. Dude's wah-wah guitar  sounds like me, though...just sayin'.

Tranquility Bass- Five Miles High
My brother gave me this CD back in 1998-99ish. Sounds like a lot of 2010 releases, but better.

Papadosio- Snorkle
Math lessons.


Steve Hillage- Searching For The Spark
"Rise above the pain and sorrow of frequent failure!"


Whew...that was a good one. Hope you enjoyed it. I've put up a few other recent broadcast recordings, you can find them here: New Breakfast Snob podcasts.

Bye for now. Beware of giant holes!

Love It Or Lump It

The Tea Baggers had a convention here in town last Saturday, so I laced my radio show with some choice nuggets on the off-chance that a touristy Teabagger stumbled onto my broadcast whilst scanning the local airwaves for their conservative bleat-teat of choice.

 It is interesting to note that our station is part of the national Emergency Broadcast grid, which in turn is part of the Dept. of Homeland Security. The DHS itself is a product of the Bush Era government expansion, the largest in American history. Our government got so goddamn big it spilled into Iraq, fer chrissakes! Where the hell were the angry mobs of redneck asshats back then?

Pickin' on hippie chicks, is where.

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The New Breakfast Snob : Sat. Oct. 9, 2010

R.Crumb   Confessions of R.Crumb   
When I'm feelin' devilish, I like to start the show with this somewhat mean-spirited rant by underground legend R. Crumb.
     
Ray Manzarek  Bicentennial Blues (Love it or Leave it)
Once upon a time America was stuck in a long, un-winnable foreign  war. It went on so long that the government needed to  conscript civilians and force them into combat. The young, educated middle-class frequently took to the streets in protest of this war. Conservative supporters of the war would heckle the hippies with angry rhetoric like : "If you don't like America, why don't you leave?"
It took years, but eventually a powerful lesson was learned: It is a lot easier to keep a war-on without a young, educated middle-class. This discovery pretty much explains the direction we are heading in.

Neil Young   Revolution Blues
Just to keep the population down.
 
Jimi Hendrix  House Burning Down
I left him sippin' his tea and I jumped in my chariot...why'd you burn your brother's house down?
     
Peter Tosh    No Sympathy
Sadly, Peter was a prophet.

Oingo Boingo Nothing Bad Ever Happens To Me      
Until it does.

Be Bop Deluxe   No Train To Heaven   
After we stopped using them urselves, we sold our old railroad tracks to China as scrap steel. The Chinese probably used them to build a hi-speed train. Or an Olympic stadium.

 XTC  War Dance
This song, of course, references England. But the jingoistic noise is always the same. Only the names and dates change.
   
 Damien Dempsey    Marching Season Siege 
Same thing for Ireland.

The Kinks   Brainwashed    
 Yes, you are.
  
Lou Reed  Martial Law  
Is a lot less likely now than it was in 2004, and it wasn't all that likely then.

 Stranglers Tank 
 If the economy stays down, there will be no need to draft soldiers, ever again. There will be plenty of young people with few options other than enlistment. Most will not be issued tanks of their own.

Flower Traveling Band    Unknown medley
This is an obscure Japanese psychedelic band, from a 1970 LP called Anywhere. I don't know the track titles..3&4 maybe?  The trippy one.

J.J. Cale  Let Me Do It To You
It only sounds like the record is skipping.  
  
Astronauts of Antiquity  Breakthrough  
This was one of my favorite albums of 2008.

Floating Bridge Eight Miles High/ Paint it Black
Late Sixties Seattle rock. Guitar-y as heck. That's a good thing.
           
Great Society   Grimly Forming  
Grace Slick's band before Jefferson Airplane. Recorded underwater.

Randy Newman   Mr. President,Have Pity On The Working Man     
Timeless ballad.

Shauna Burns Bloom
Shauna Burns is from a lot of places. That's a good thing.      

Monday Machines    Spinning Plates   
Cary Grace is the brains behind this UK band. I am the pretty face that sells the album, which you can still get here.

Speck Mountain  Angela  
A great Chicago band, very engrossing sound.
 
Peter Green    For You 
Ex-Fleetwood Mac guitarist, back in the good old days.
 
Richard Thompson    Bad Monkey  
 One of my favorite guitarists. You can hear why on this song.

Taxi To The Ocean  Flag On The Moon
This band's website ends at 2007. I wonder if they are still around?
    
Cursive   Retreat    
This angry diatribe has the "shit" edited out of it.

Ars Nova   I Was Once There
Then they were gone. Obscure NY band, 1969.
          
Phil Manzanera  Same Time Next Week   
With John Wetton!


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This broadcast is now a podcast! You can get it here.
(Note: It is a two-part file.)


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