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Crazy Energy Night

KAFM Grand Junction, 9pm - 12am

The earth rumbled into an appropriate angle of repose as the bucket wheel ground to a halt. On the ground, the sapper raised an arm to signal to the operator, sitting high above in an air-conditioned cab as disproportionately tiny as a brontosaurus brain. The sounds of Taiwanese ragtime could be heard on the earpiece now that the excavator had stopped digging into the hard Upper Peninsula soil. This machine was capable of extracting tons of copper ore in a single hour, but now it was digging for something far more valuable.

The earth rumbled into an appropriate angle of repose as the bucket wheel ground to a halt. On the ground, the sapper raised an arm to signal to the operator, sitting high above in an air-conditioned cab as disproportionately tiny as a brontosaurus brain. The sounds of Taiwanese ragtime could be heard on the earpiece now that the excavator had stopped digging into the hard Upper Peninsula soil. This machine was capable of extracting tons of copper ore in a single hour, but now it was digging for something far more valuable.
Pom Poko
SongArtistNotes
Crazy Energy Night
Pom Poko
Very much the like
Shanty
Dumm-Dumms
Truth in advertising
Dream Child
Øzwald
Quite magnetic
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Goin' Out West
The Woolly Bushmen
Highly recommended
El Chepe
Vulfpeck
Smooth velvet funk
Bring Your Love To Me
Chris Murray
Copper ore or bust
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Sunshine (Back To The Start)
Anemone
Sunshine and light
A Place In The Sun
Telekinesis
Fuzzy fuzzy Apples
Who Am I
Toro Y Moi
The subtle boogie
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Old Engine Oil
The Budos Band
Fruit stands beware
Dos Caras
La Dame Blanche
Comes the night
Hurricane Laughter
Fontaines D.C.
Strong forces
You Wanna Die
Les Thugs
French breaknecking
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Zam
Frankie and the Witch Fingers
So epic
Trouble
Cage The Elephant
With a high yodel
Loander My Guitar
Willie Wisely
Not the Gibson SG!
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13 Months In 6 Minutes
The Wrens
That’s nothing
Winners Circle
Daddy Long Legs
Twist it to the limit
Voce Gosta?
Tom Zé
Sai
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Dreamer
Mr. Elevator & The Brain Hotel
Good organ hustle
Feeding Snakes
Animal Eyes
Home is the drone
Green Haze, Pt. 1 & 2
Elvis Hitler
From the land before mashups
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Finns For Our Feet
The Oranges Band
They come in handy
Somos La Resistencia
The Myrrors
Yelling across the void
The Swimmer
Tracker
Dust blowing on the dry creek bed
Soft Velvety ‘Fer
MC Honky
Are you there?
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Rammy Taxi Illuminati
Imperial Wax
Many movements
אין בגטים בגטו
Habiluim
A statement of anger
This World Owes Me A Buzz
Spot 1019
Pay your debts
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Sideshow
Calexico
Welcome to the show
Silence Is Golden
Forro In The Dark
Keep it shut
The Hubble Constant
Kid Koala
Tinkles from space
Everyone's Gone To The Movies
Steely Dan
By request
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Bad Haircut
Nevada Bachelors
Showed up
Swing Bop
Der Dritte Raum
Electroswing time
Love Your Money
Daisy Chainsaw
Fun times!
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The Wind Cries Mary
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Possibly my favorite
I Ain't The One
Spoon
This intro means business
Everybody Wants To Know
Swell
An unmatched sound
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Dips + Peaks
Sensualists
Getting it on and out
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