Morning all! Losermom, I'm gonna start with chicken washin; music, then move on to egg layin' music, then on to coop cleanin' tunes, then to chicken eatin' electrobeats.
And yes, I'll also work in a chicken or egg GIF. I always do.
8:44am
Jack:
We figured Andy would love doing a 1 minute show; he'd lose the will to live after about 20 seconds, but it would all be over real quick and he could go home. Maybe he thought it wouldn't be worth it to drive all the way to the station for a 1 min. show?
Oh hell no! Andy could've skyped in the one minute show - he still didnt want to do it. Too much pressure to get off a perfect zinger within 690 seconds is the excuse he gave.
That's great Station Manager Ken! I will be making my own chicken gifs, soon. It's just hard to get them to cooperate. But they have been listening to some steady WFMU and seem to like it quite a bit!
Hinterland Rube, my new username-to-come, learns another new thing from the WFMU archives: "Where Grudges Are Still Harbored Against John Lennon For Breaking Up Fluxus."
9:59am
P-90:
Greetings DJ Ken and all the Kenthusiasts representing this morning.
May I just mention how extraordinary Joe Belock's event with Bobby Hart of Boyce and Hart and documentary director Rachel Lichtman at Monty Hall last Friday was? If I may: it was genuinely extraordinary in every way.
Dear sir, you should go stand on a milk create on a corner and preach your brilliant madness through a tiny, cheap speaker powered by a small motorcycle battery; somewhere. But in the mean time I'm thoroughly enjoying your monologues!
10:07am
P-90:
Oh yes, Maria Muldaur's catalog, with and without Geoff Muldaur, is well worth checking out; there be surprises there for those who've only heard Midnight at the You-know-What.
I havent eaten meat in about a month.. and I just ate half a piece of bacon off the catering table for our clients at work... holy fuck! I need to kill something !!
my girlfriend cant sleep with music on, I cant sleep without it. I made a playlist of Rockabye Baby & Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star tunes and she loved it.
The term condom first appears in the early 18th century. Its etymology is unknown. In popular tradition, the invention and naming of the condom came to be attributed to an associate of England's King Charles II, one "Dr. Condom" or "Earl of Condom". There is however no evidence of the existence of such a person, and condoms had been used for over one hundred years before King Charles II ascended to the throne.
Dad is really well informed about the lifestyle of homosexual men for the time period. Wonder if he just goes out in the middle of the night on flimsy pretexts?
Just for funs, I pushed the "Sirius" button on my car radio yesterday. They're broadcasting a free demo this week. They have no channels anywhere nearly as interesting as WFMU. Yeesh!
My dad had to teach sex education at an all-pregnant girl school once when he substitute taught. He had no idea what he was walking into. Poor girls :/
11:42am
Velvet Frog:
Why is it when I talk to my kids about sex the conversation doesn't last more than 30 seconds? I'm clearly doing something wrong.
My H.S. phys ed teacher was this miserable old lesbian who was kicked out of school for a period for hitting on female students. Then she came back to miserably teach us all about our bodies.
For the 60's?? The line about giving "homosexuals" a break or whatever he said? I was under the impression that gayness was completely unmentionable in the 60's. Oh well...
About the only part of the doc's advice that's out of date was the BS about how homosexuality comes about. There was practically no research done, but some psychologic hypothesizing like that had gotten around as an accepted thing by many.
_All_ Dr Daniels' statements were standard 'enlightened' mainstream' thought in 1969. Even many hippies were what now would be considered homophobic, to say nothing of New Left types.
“If you buy a single ride ticket on the love train, you might find your baggage isn’t checked all the time. But with a commuter pass on the love train, you always know where your baggage is.” Or some nonsense like that.