rfg #46 - "Smell my holiday cheer"

Nothing helps calm the rising tide of holiday anxiety than by listening to a really frantic collection of strange music somehow pegged to the baby Jesus' birth.

Actually, this episode was completely horrific in the early stages as I tried stuffing the show to the gills with every possible genre and funny bit I had. Considering that early Saturday, I maybe had two Christmas songs in my iTunes and by the evening, it had turned to twenty hours worth, there was a veritable avalanche of carols that made me twitchy.

Because, like most of you, I can't stand the same thirty or so songs you always hear. If it was up to me, there'd be more sacred hymns, tearjerking ballads and bizarre murder stories in the holiday canon, but ninety minutes of all that along with the usual spattering of deranged nuggets of joy sounds atrocious. Christmas mixes are tenuous things since most of the time, it sounds incoherent.

I scaled back, allowing the first half hour to be kinda psychedelic, segueing brilliantly from what the previous show was doing with noise pastiches from local heroes the Value Village People. The second half hour started off electronic before the stylistic overload crept up into the final third.

For a handful of my friends, the Star Wars Theatre (3000?) rendition of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas kicks off the holiday season, though starting off with that random slice of yuletide splendour will scare most people off. Also in the stable are Low's sublime Christmas release, Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet's quirky quicky and Morphine's drowsy B-side.

Not helping matters was the fact that a half hour until airtime, I was still at work, downtown, stuck on a phone call that went on for hours. Thankfully, I had all my toys with me, so I hailed a taxi to the campus for the first time (which ain't cheap) and managed to get there in time to collect my wits, check the records, say hello to everyone who was still there and test the turntables.

The cool thing was that the music department hauled out the super collection of tinseltown tunes; there were hundred of shiny discs, black discs and other musical media. I used a spate of them during the background randomly. Messing around with so much music provided ample distraction and you can tell in the first half hour that I was still wound up from the rush of the day, tripping over words like my tongue was swollen. The clocks in the studio were widely varied, making time estimates wonky and I jettisoned my Italian tracks at the end for more Shadowy Men, just 'cuz I wanted to.

I'm sure there's more but my net connex is proving wonky tonight, so let's cut to the chase.