It was a quiet night… I believe an unearthly materializing of liquid water from thin air had people on edge. Elsewhere, the phenomenon is so common it has its own word – “rain” – but here in the Grand Valley, it’s so rare as to trigger suspicions of alien interference, chemtrails, or bitcoin market manipulation. Sometimes all three.
This is my first time seeing the sun rise from the studio. There’s been plenty of sunsets, and plenty of times when I was on the air at the time but in a windowless studio.
Since I was guest host The Orbit Lounge and this was not The Lacking Organization, there was more selection and sequencing going on than usual, with the end result being a good hill climb from warm sleepiness to aerobic panic. Thanks to Lisa from Florida and Geoffrey from France for checking in!
Well, that was an interesting show. Not much listener activity tonight, though that’s OK since I had my hands full with SSL certificate madness in order to finish the Secret Project that is this site itself. Perseverance at the command line won the day (and the small green lock on your browser bar), even if it was interrupted every minute or few with ongoing radio show requirements.
Side note: It is impossible to purchase or renew a certificate without at least two password resets. I’m not sure which of the thermodynamics laws governs this, but it seems to be fairly immutable.
After a long absence, the RockaTeens return with their trademark sonic assault, but with the reverb turned down a bit. They kick off this week’s show with “Turn and Smile”.
The Thievery Corporation has institutionalized the plagiarism of genres, and this week’s dub-influenced opener is no exception.
The guitarist for Big Thief has a solo outing, and it’s truly stellar. “Maybe” is a nice groove to kick things off.
In times fraught with misinformation, Ty Richards implores you to seek the truth.
I really love Khruangbin, despite the pronounciation quandary they plunge me into whenever I play one of their songs.
Beach House’s music always rings as the soundtrack to some brain-warped too-much-party film montage. WIth “Drunk In LA”, their song titles are catching up with the vibe.