well, it doesnt all suck over at K*&^. I was just listening to the overnight network stuff as I have before and there's some edge there...some coolness. so, it's not all crap. just sayin. the station has parked a bunch of their in studio stuff on line. I've listened to a few and, again, there's a lot of 'Great Value' brandology going on if you get my drift. it's good quality if you like white bread and peter pan. which I do on rare occasions.
every hour of every day? not so much.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
the past, part 2
yeah, I thought we did some very cool stuff. however it was those tapes you sent me from KC$# that I listened to over and over cause they were really drivin a vibe...takin it down the road and over the hill. great stuff. I run into it sometimes thinking I should put it on cd.
but it was the flow...the magical flow of a live dj doing what they do. which of course you cant DO if it's just a bunch of tunes in the computer randomly showing up according to some binary code. and of course the turd brains dont understand Any of that. why the hell do most of the people in charge of entertainment have absolutely no clue what the relationship is between performer, entertainment and audience? the radio system stinks.
when I moved a while back I found one tape labeled 'radio show' and the thing I put together of glenn's original bed music I recorded and one more I did for my overnight audience that I offered at pledge. who knows if they even play...cassettes...I mostly kept them for the cover art.
but it was the flow...the magical flow of a live dj doing what they do. which of course you cant DO if it's just a bunch of tunes in the computer randomly showing up according to some binary code. and of course the turd brains dont understand Any of that. why the hell do most of the people in charge of entertainment have absolutely no clue what the relationship is between performer, entertainment and audience? the radio system stinks.
when I moved a while back I found one tape labeled 'radio show' and the thing I put together of glenn's original bed music I recorded and one more I did for my overnight audience that I offered at pledge. who knows if they even play...cassettes...I mostly kept them for the cover art.
then and now...
my lack of presence has been due to an amazingly productive and busy semester, playing more than ever with good players on really fun projects.
you know, I dont know how it's going over there at K&^% or whatever they call it. the little bits I've heard and heard about sound very generic and overly consistent. lots of, you know, singer songwriter, indie this and that, acoustic cafe, world cafe, carnage cafe, dont give a fuck cafe, people tryin real hard to sell their "Music to the (WAH)" slogan. lots of network shows that fit the Adult whatever format and I just cant do format music any more. it all smells like theyre tryin too hard to bring the damn pledges in. from their page: "I support K&^% cause it support the music I love!" you know what...Bullshit...it's slick crap from the sewers of the music biz and that makes me wanna kick it in the groin till my foot gets tired. eat me.
music was never meant to be a slave, a pet maybe but never a slave.
sure we 'used' music to create shows and 'tell our stories'. we never abused it. we never stuffed it in an shrunk wrapped industrial plastic pre-fab widget and made it do stuff it was not intended to do. at least the vast majority of the time. we had fun and I'd like to think the audience and the music we aired was having fun, too.
then I fucked up by trying to squeeze mySelf into a widget cause I thought security and money was too good to pass up. I like to follow the river and that's where the river was going in 1997-98.
well, at least those sacrificial 4 years gave me ranting rights the rest of my free life.
now I improvise music and teach according to my own desire and design...I work all of 11 hours a week plus god knows how many practice hours I put in, at least twice that, and I get by. it's a positive life that contributes to only good stuff. no commercialism, no slaving meat wheel, no time oiling the machine for turd heads spinning their brains in the service of other turd brains. there are no turd brains in my life. how many people can say that? it's almost like I've already retired. all the turd brains I see are on TV.
I have no interest in going back into radio as we know it. I've probably said this more than a few times cause it's been on my mind a while: my pleasant little dream is to get a gig in a tiny ass free form station when I'm 70-75 in taos and do my version of ken nordine plus a ton of cool music from the various corners of my life. there has been some truly kick ass music recorded these last 50 years. millions of tunes I would love to choose from while I sit and smile at what I just said to the few hundred night creatures eavesdropping.
they might think I've become a whacko in my old age. they wont know I've always been this way.
you know, I dont know how it's going over there at K&^% or whatever they call it. the little bits I've heard and heard about sound very generic and overly consistent. lots of, you know, singer songwriter, indie this and that, acoustic cafe, world cafe, carnage cafe, dont give a fuck cafe, people tryin real hard to sell their "Music to the (WAH)" slogan. lots of network shows that fit the Adult whatever format and I just cant do format music any more. it all smells like theyre tryin too hard to bring the damn pledges in. from their page: "I support K&^% cause it support the music I love!" you know what...Bullshit...it's slick crap from the sewers of the music biz and that makes me wanna kick it in the groin till my foot gets tired. eat me.
music was never meant to be a slave, a pet maybe but never a slave.
sure we 'used' music to create shows and 'tell our stories'. we never abused it. we never stuffed it in an shrunk wrapped industrial plastic pre-fab widget and made it do stuff it was not intended to do. at least the vast majority of the time. we had fun and I'd like to think the audience and the music we aired was having fun, too.
then I fucked up by trying to squeeze mySelf into a widget cause I thought security and money was too good to pass up. I like to follow the river and that's where the river was going in 1997-98.
well, at least those sacrificial 4 years gave me ranting rights the rest of my free life.
now I improvise music and teach according to my own desire and design...I work all of 11 hours a week plus god knows how many practice hours I put in, at least twice that, and I get by. it's a positive life that contributes to only good stuff. no commercialism, no slaving meat wheel, no time oiling the machine for turd heads spinning their brains in the service of other turd brains. there are no turd brains in my life. how many people can say that? it's almost like I've already retired. all the turd brains I see are on TV.
I have no interest in going back into radio as we know it. I've probably said this more than a few times cause it's been on my mind a while: my pleasant little dream is to get a gig in a tiny ass free form station when I'm 70-75 in taos and do my version of ken nordine plus a ton of cool music from the various corners of my life. there has been some truly kick ass music recorded these last 50 years. millions of tunes I would love to choose from while I sit and smile at what I just said to the few hundred night creatures eavesdropping.
they might think I've become a whacko in my old age. they wont know I've always been this way.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Good Times
You know, those evenings at KERA were the best fun I ever had at a job in my life. Remember? We'd have wine and cheese, shoot the breeze, play some tunes, howl at the moon. Then one day one of your weird friends came ambling with a video camera to shoot your show and we all ended up sitting around til 5am, and then I moved to California with him. Why not?
You had a great show then, one of the best I've heard on radio, ever. Did you record any of those shows? I remember the long stretches of jazz mixed with esoteric ranting and rambling, the low notes strung through the hot August nights, the Dallas artists who dropped by and and dropped in and dropped jewels of information into the show, all in a flow that made sense, because rhythm is one thing you had, a sense of the movement of sound and the silence between sounds that decides so much about how sound echoes in the brain. The context, the frame of a sound, the pauses of listening, the pegging needles from laughter, the unpredictableness of a radio station where the suits were fast asleep in Turtle Creek and nobody cared whether things were irregular. Those were great programs and great days. Seven fifty an hour and loving every minute of it. Standing up at shows and kicking off the live music, what a kick. The kind of job that's not a job, that everyone dreams about. And the music was like a dream strung through my days and I have never since been able to surround my mind with music and rhythm like that. I've been searching for that world since I left it, but it evaporated behind me.
What's the latest with the new music station? Did they start up?
Any good?
You had a great show then, one of the best I've heard on radio, ever. Did you record any of those shows? I remember the long stretches of jazz mixed with esoteric ranting and rambling, the low notes strung through the hot August nights, the Dallas artists who dropped by and and dropped in and dropped jewels of information into the show, all in a flow that made sense, because rhythm is one thing you had, a sense of the movement of sound and the silence between sounds that decides so much about how sound echoes in the brain. The context, the frame of a sound, the pauses of listening, the pegging needles from laughter, the unpredictableness of a radio station where the suits were fast asleep in Turtle Creek and nobody cared whether things were irregular. Those were great programs and great days. Seven fifty an hour and loving every minute of it. Standing up at shows and kicking off the live music, what a kick. The kind of job that's not a job, that everyone dreams about. And the music was like a dream strung through my days and I have never since been able to surround my mind with music and rhythm like that. I've been searching for that world since I left it, but it evaporated behind me.
What's the latest with the new music station? Did they start up?
Any good?
That Hopey Changey Thing
A few weeks ago Sarah Palin sarcastically asked an audience "How's that hopey changey thing goin' for ya?" At last the Democrats have answered her: "Just fine, how you doin' with fear and anger?"
(from the comments section)
Read Krugman's column for a rare slice of hopefulness.
(from the comments section)
Read Krugman's column for a rare slice of hopefulness.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Citibank Needs New 50 Million Dollar Airplane
AAAAAh.
I get it. Now I see why CitiThugs wants its money from me so badly and in so many ways. Bend over, here comes CitiFlight!
I get it. Now I see why CitiThugs wants its money from me so badly and in so many ways. Bend over, here comes CitiFlight!
Dear President Obama
Everybody, come on. Whitehouse.gov.
Start emailing the man.
Things are Fucked.
Dear Mr. President,
Help!
I guess the Citicard Mafia don't really care that me and us other peeps out here gave them 300 billion in the Big Bail of 2008. Because today for no reason at all they jacked up my interest rate to 29.99 per cent. Not because of anything I did, mind you, according to the nice customer service lady I just spoke to.
Seriously, I've always paid my bills on time. Citicard's going to get their money. I pay my debts and I pay them ON TIME and always have.
Seeing as it's my money and my debt, as well as my taxpayer dough that's beeing squeezed out to feed these hungry monsters who apparently have us all in their clutches---doesn't it seem like, with me holding up my end of the bargain, these people should, too?
They've been flouting the law and making all of our lives hell since the great Bailout (in which they received 300 BILLION---BILLION! of our money) showed them they can Get Away With Anything.
Mr. President, you've got to stand up to this. This is the mandate upon which you came into office. That Peace Prize was a signal you are on the right track. But every time I hear you speak in public, you sound like you're on the defensive. Like you're not sure you really should be standing up for degenerates like me, who just take and take and take from society (this is what the bankers would have you believe regular citizens are, so that their own crimes go less noticed. For example, all those irresponsible people who shouldn't have taken out mortgages).
Mr. President, it is now 11:10 am on February 4, 2010, and I just received a call from a machine from the other Mafia, the Health Care Mafia. It was a call from a debt collector, and no human was on the other line. This debt collector, CMRE Financial Services, is calling on behalf of UCLA. The Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical center is living up to its namesake's legacy by trying to extort outrageous amounts of money from me, because Blue Cross, contracted with my health insurer, AFTRA H & R, is denying their claims en masse. I have spent literally hours on the phone with these people and recorded all of it. I am on the verge of posting the calls online to display what they are trying to do----get money from me, that they cannot seem to get from each other, because these people who get 30 per cent of every one of my health care dollars apparently cannot figure out what to do with a pen and paper and computerized records.
Mr. President, I voted for you in full faith that the person who ran for President would be the same person who would be sworn in. YOU ARE DIFFERENT than you were. You had passion and outrage. Now you seem overwhelmed and scared. And that scares me.
We are behind you, but we don't know if you are in front of us, or leading us anywhere we need to go. We are wondering if it's not "yes we can't." Your books are moving and have a beautiful vision of what this country could be. But first there needs to be law enforcement, and it seems like it's just another decade of white collar crime in the making. We need you, Mr. President.
Sincerely,
Cynthia Burkey
These ladies at Citi were very nice people. I enjoyed talking to them, actually. Courtney is in Texas and has a smoky voice and an easygoing manner. She was the last part of the call, the highest-level I could get to before I had to go back to work here in the studio. The first lady, who I won't name because I don't want to get her in trouble, was actually very sympathetic and responsive when I spoke to her about how much trouble this is causing me, and when I pointed out that I've always been a good customer and never stiffed them.
If people at Citi are always this nice, I don't mind talking to them again. So I will call back and beg some more. I will keep calling until I get somewhere, even if I have to call the somewhat handsome Paul Galant, (paul.s.galant@citigroup.com 212-559-1000) who is a young sprout just south of my own age group who is the King of CitiCards.
Here are the conversations I had with the lovely ladies at Citi, who sit in front of computers all day just like you and me, and who have to talk to people like me who are frantic about what the hell to do.
If you call, be nice to the customer service people. They're people and it's not their fault their employer is forcing them to play their role in the robbery machine. The first woman sounded truly distressed and for that reason, I will never reveal her name. I'm grateful she spoke candidly and compassionately with me, she did not try to preach at all, which is what some of these people will do if the robots have taken over their brains.
These two women seemed human, which is all anyone can ask.
Mr. Galant, I don't know about him. But I'll be giving him a call, definitely.
I'm not a troublemaker and I have always, always been nice about conflict resolution. My problem is being too nice, being scared to speak up. This blog is my therapy.
On the second recording, C. tells me that since I have "two" balances and one started off at a promotional rate, she can't give me a deal to lower my APR. When I ask for an explanation, she doesn't have one.
At some point, I will reach someone who can explain things to me, but for now I guess I'll be back at this next week, talking to more reps and trying to see if I can figure out what to do. Or maybe Mr. Galant will talk to me. I hope he's as nice as these two ladies were.
Please let me know if the recordings are not working for you, readers and listeners.
Start emailing the man.
Things are Fucked.
Dear Mr. President,
Help!
I guess the Citicard Mafia don't really care that me and us other peeps out here gave them 300 billion in the Big Bail of 2008. Because today for no reason at all they jacked up my interest rate to 29.99 per cent. Not because of anything I did, mind you, according to the nice customer service lady I just spoke to.
Seriously, I've always paid my bills on time. Citicard's going to get their money. I pay my debts and I pay them ON TIME and always have.
Seeing as it's my money and my debt, as well as my taxpayer dough that's beeing squeezed out to feed these hungry monsters who apparently have us all in their clutches---doesn't it seem like, with me holding up my end of the bargain, these people should, too?
They've been flouting the law and making all of our lives hell since the great Bailout (in which they received 300 BILLION---BILLION! of our money) showed them they can Get Away With Anything.
Mr. President, you've got to stand up to this. This is the mandate upon which you came into office. That Peace Prize was a signal you are on the right track. But every time I hear you speak in public, you sound like you're on the defensive. Like you're not sure you really should be standing up for degenerates like me, who just take and take and take from society (this is what the bankers would have you believe regular citizens are, so that their own crimes go less noticed. For example, all those irresponsible people who shouldn't have taken out mortgages).
Mr. President, it is now 11:10 am on February 4, 2010, and I just received a call from a machine from the other Mafia, the Health Care Mafia. It was a call from a debt collector, and no human was on the other line. This debt collector, CMRE Financial Services, is calling on behalf of UCLA. The Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical center is living up to its namesake's legacy by trying to extort outrageous amounts of money from me, because Blue Cross, contracted with my health insurer, AFTRA H & R, is denying their claims en masse. I have spent literally hours on the phone with these people and recorded all of it. I am on the verge of posting the calls online to display what they are trying to do----get money from me, that they cannot seem to get from each other, because these people who get 30 per cent of every one of my health care dollars apparently cannot figure out what to do with a pen and paper and computerized records.
Mr. President, I voted for you in full faith that the person who ran for President would be the same person who would be sworn in. YOU ARE DIFFERENT than you were. You had passion and outrage. Now you seem overwhelmed and scared. And that scares me.
We are behind you, but we don't know if you are in front of us, or leading us anywhere we need to go. We are wondering if it's not "yes we can't." Your books are moving and have a beautiful vision of what this country could be. But first there needs to be law enforcement, and it seems like it's just another decade of white collar crime in the making. We need you, Mr. President.
Sincerely,
Cynthia Burkey
These ladies at Citi were very nice people. I enjoyed talking to them, actually. Courtney is in Texas and has a smoky voice and an easygoing manner. She was the last part of the call, the highest-level I could get to before I had to go back to work here in the studio. The first lady, who I won't name because I don't want to get her in trouble, was actually very sympathetic and responsive when I spoke to her about how much trouble this is causing me, and when I pointed out that I've always been a good customer and never stiffed them.
If people at Citi are always this nice, I don't mind talking to them again. So I will call back and beg some more. I will keep calling until I get somewhere, even if I have to call the somewhat handsome Paul Galant, (paul.s.galant@citigroup.com 212-559-1000) who is a young sprout just south of my own age group who is the King of CitiCards.
Here are the conversations I had with the lovely ladies at Citi, who sit in front of computers all day just like you and me, and who have to talk to people like me who are frantic about what the hell to do.
If you call, be nice to the customer service people. They're people and it's not their fault their employer is forcing them to play their role in the robbery machine. The first woman sounded truly distressed and for that reason, I will never reveal her name. I'm grateful she spoke candidly and compassionately with me, she did not try to preach at all, which is what some of these people will do if the robots have taken over their brains.
These two women seemed human, which is all anyone can ask.
Mr. Galant, I don't know about him. But I'll be giving him a call, definitely.
I'm not a troublemaker and I have always, always been nice about conflict resolution. My problem is being too nice, being scared to speak up. This blog is my therapy.
On the second recording, C. tells me that since I have "two" balances and one started off at a promotional rate, she can't give me a deal to lower my APR. When I ask for an explanation, she doesn't have one.
At some point, I will reach someone who can explain things to me, but for now I guess I'll be back at this next week, talking to more reps and trying to see if I can figure out what to do. Or maybe Mr. Galant will talk to me. I hope he's as nice as these two ladies were.
Please let me know if the recordings are not working for you, readers and listeners.
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