It was Freak Week, so the break clock was suspended and the only break I was required to take was for the FCC-mandated legal ID at the top of the hour – Broadcasting from foothill college this is KFJC Los Altos Hills. DJs come up with special themes for their shows, focusing on artists in a musicological in-depth way. I couldn’t think of anything that satisfied me so I took a strucuralist approach. I went to the library, in the first box of the A section and played with the library. In four hours, I got from Kamal Abdul Alim to the All Star Trumpet Spectacular. The show was actually fun to do, a lot of the tracks were great listens and the show flowed smoother than I would have expected. In a future Jazz Collective show, I’ll continue it.
Hour 1: Starts at 9:55 so you get a few minutes of Ding Dong DJ’s wildly provocative Freak Week show. Then I play from Kamal Abdul Alim to Joshua Abrams.
Hour 2: From Joshua Abrams to Cannonball Adderley.
Hour 3: Cannonball Adderley to Joe Albany.
Hour 4: Joe Albany to the All Star Trumpet Spectacular.
I filled in for Thurston Hunger, who’d broadcast the State Champions / Sophomore Records live mic the day before. I’d been a listener to The Eating Disorder for some time. It was Freak Week, so I didn’t have to do any breaks other than the top of the hour. I broke in periodically to tell people about what they were hearing. The Eating Disorder features some ‘out’ sounds, so that’s where my programming went.
Hour 1: Starts at 6:55 so you get a few minutes of Spliff Skankin. I spend most of hour with the sounds of Ethiopia, Egypt, and Morocco. Then I jump off the deep end and drown with Junko & Michel Henritzi.
Hour 2: Jazz, brass quartet, reed duo, then creepy horror Stelvio Cipriani. Some cool segues this hour.
Hour 3: Towers, wierdo I cover the waterfront Eugene Chadbourne, Chad Ho Bynum entire side – cool band.
Repeating vocal samples and distorted vocalizations set to electro-acoustic percussion. Loop 2.4.3 is composed and performed by Thomas Kozumplik (The Clogs). Pulsating rhythms. Chimes and hand drums in time and space.
This was the first daytime Stone Cold Lampin’. It was 10a-2p on Thursday, November 5th. I played all jazz. I’ve got jazz on my mind. My last show was the Jazz Collective, and the next show I’m signed up for is another Jazz Collective, on November 20th. I’ve been reviewing a lot of jazz recently. I stayed far out for most of the show. I played several records from the excellent improvising beings record label. I spent almost and hour and a half digging into the works of bandleading bassist Joelle Leandre.
Hour 1: Starts at 1:55 so you get a few minutes of Sally Goodin. I break right into free improvisation and stay there wallowing.
Hour 2: Starts out vocal, then ensemble improv, then I start playing Joelle Leandre.
Hour 3: Joelle Leandre for the hour.
Hour 4: More free improvisation, often with amplified instrumentation.
I had a dream I was in Paris. I was at a super fancy clothing store. It was the flagship of the brand, and the designers’ offices were adjacent to the store. From the sales floor you could walk right into an office. I found this great gray trench coat with zippers, turtleneck sweater and leather details. I went into an office to try it on, because there was a line at the waiting room and I didn’t want to wait. Marc Jacobs came in while I was trying it on. he told me to get out. He pursued me on to the sales floor. I got in line at the checkout, and I saw that the trenchcoat was 505 Euros. We don’t have that kind of money, so I ditched the coat and left the store. It was in Paris, there were cafés and croissants. I was trying to get off of the property, I was being chased by Marc Jacobs and some goons. I got out to the sidewalk and then slipped down into the Parisian sewer. Which was like the catacombs. Suddenly I was watching a news program about the sewer. The announcer said it was the only sewer in the world that was still inlaid with cobblestones and other ancient masonry. I looked in my backpack and found a black pea coat. I put it on and waited until the whole thing blew over.