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I am listening to some Ukrainians covering the Sex Pistols.
This is because we went to KUSP's offices and grubbed through boxes and came home with 22 odd cds for $2 each. This was possible because KAZU, the public radio station in Monterey-Pacific Grove, was taken over by the Monterey Bay State University (which I call University of Fort Ord, or rather UFO, in honor of the fact that its campus is on adecommission military base) and all their music programming was eliminated, replaced by an all-talk formula (which does get old, since it's almost all NPR and PRI and we can hear those sbows on a lot of other stations already so why don't they use all that free labor in the University to produce local programming of some sort or another at least?). They gave boxes and boxes and boxes of CDs to KUSP, or maybe sold them, and KUSP is selling duplicates and weird crap.
I wanted Hungarian bagpipes and Malagasy accordians and stuff like that. None of that stuff. But this Ukrainian thing, and some Hamish Moore and Wicked Tinkers and Ed Miller and Tommy Makem, and some very strange and miscellaneous things that the nice fellow got and I can't characterize.
While we were digging through the CDs, there were a couple of guys who have shows on the station doing the same thing. Naturally I thought about my father over and over looking at all that music, especially when Zac said he was looking for 20s blues stuff.
Before that we had gone to the Cabrillo College Horticultural Department's annual Mother's Day plant sale and came home with an embarrassingly large number of salvias and fuschias.
After that I had to take "the girls" fanime shopping and I actually found sandals to fit my own feet: naturellement, they were meant for teenaged boys.
Now I am tired and tomorrow I have to plant things in the ground.
If you're in the area, come over on next Saturday afternoon for the nice fellow's birthday. There will be food. And flowers.
This is because we went to KUSP's offices and grubbed through boxes and came home with 22 odd cds for $2 each. This was possible because KAZU, the public radio station in Monterey-Pacific Grove, was taken over by the Monterey Bay State University (which I call University of Fort Ord, or rather UFO, in honor of the fact that its campus is on adecommission military base) and all their music programming was eliminated, replaced by an all-talk formula (which does get old, since it's almost all NPR and PRI and we can hear those sbows on a lot of other stations already so why don't they use all that free labor in the University to produce local programming of some sort or another at least?). They gave boxes and boxes and boxes of CDs to KUSP, or maybe sold them, and KUSP is selling duplicates and weird crap.
I wanted Hungarian bagpipes and Malagasy accordians and stuff like that. None of that stuff. But this Ukrainian thing, and some Hamish Moore and Wicked Tinkers and Ed Miller and Tommy Makem, and some very strange and miscellaneous things that the nice fellow got and I can't characterize.
While we were digging through the CDs, there were a couple of guys who have shows on the station doing the same thing. Naturally I thought about my father over and over looking at all that music, especially when Zac said he was looking for 20s blues stuff.
Before that we had gone to the Cabrillo College Horticultural Department's annual Mother's Day plant sale and came home with an embarrassingly large number of salvias and fuschias.
After that I had to take "the girls" fanime shopping and I actually found sandals to fit my own feet: naturellement, they were meant for teenaged boys.
Now I am tired and tomorrow I have to plant things in the ground.
If you're in the area, come over on next Saturday afternoon for the nice fellow's birthday. There will be food. And flowers.
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