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Confession time. I really miss being able to speak properly, which is sort of a conundrum since the least favorite part of my professional life was talking into a microphone. Sometimes it was ok and I felt comfortable, but more often than not I hated the sound of my voice. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy public speaking, loved performing in the plays and bands I was in and am certainly not shy. Do not let me sing though. I love communicating with people, answering questions and have always been “that guy” … starting random conversations everywhere from supermarkets to elevators and especially record stores. I embarrass my wife and daughter and if I see a dog they will actually pretend they don’t know me. The last 6 years however, have been a constant struggle to make sure I was being understood, as the tooth loss increased I tried everything I could think of to annunciate correctly. From avoiding certain words to inventing characters (Flayler McSeesh, Art Damage, etc) and utilizing AI voices with robust audio editing, script writing and constant frustration. I never worked this way. All of those stats and information about the music (or Baseball) were in my head and if I didn’t know it, I didn’t say it. Sure there were times some advance research was required but I never used notes. No phony “radio voice.” My real name. no liner cards or tricks. It was always front of mind to talk to, not at, the listener. A radio show… never a shift. A conversation. Prior to R-EPOCH Chemo, the only words on the elimination list were drawer and temperature (Hi, Loretta). Beginning 2 months after the final session, the cancer was gone but the damage was just revealing itself. My memory was hammered but thankfully returned in bursts within the first year or so, which was very freaky. For example, standing on line at NJ DMV and having my 15 digit original drivers license number pop in my head. It had been 30 years since I lived here. Although it may come off as such, this is not a complaint. It’s an explanation. I am a very lucky man (Cotillion/Atlantic, 1970, SD 9040) and deeply grateful to be on this side of the turf.
Now the good news. I have been fitted with dentures, which are almost finished and the dentist is aware of my profession and determined that speaking and eating will not be a problem. My last fitting had my wife, the dentist, his assistant and even me amazed at the clarity of my speaking voice. I am very enthused but will still be leaving out the words drawer and temperature. Love you, Lorider. He also said that I will be able to order and devour a sub from the legendary White House Subs in Atlantic City, a ten minute ride from my house. I’ll be careful now that the waistline is down to 33, an inability to bite into anything has resulted in returning my old ass just about to my playing weight. As Monty Python taught us, always look on the bright side of life. I truly believe I have done that from the start but this is happening just as the end of my tether is approaching. On to music… This episode contains new offerings from Ella Fitzgerald, Pink Floyd, Panda Bear, Aaron Lee Tasjan, Chris Ballew, Queens of the Stone Age, The Rolling Stones, Yard Act, Nine Inch Nails, eels, Leon Bridges, U2, Jack White, Dinosaur Jr., The Weeklings, Paul Collins, The Waterboys and Colin Clue. The library offerings include PJ Harvey, Thievery Corporation, Soft Machine, Al Green, Dave Van Ronk, Frank Sinatra, David Sylvian, Joe Cocker, Fleetwood Mac, David Bowie, Sonny Rollins, Charlie Parker & Stan Getz, Morphine, Radiohead, Lee Dorsey, The Shangri-Las, The Pontiac Brothers and a ton more. When I scanned the new Coldplay live album I noticed “We Never Change” was included and planned on playing it. However it was a pitiful performance not even worthy of a half assed Branson gig. It remains my favorite song ever by the band and made me a fan way back at the beginning. I still love the song, so I used the version from the first album. They should be ashamed of themselves. Thanks to all for the support.
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One of my favorite humans in the whole world is Honey Harris. I had the great fortune of working with Honey at Coyote Radio in Santa Fe, but even if we hadn’t made our acquaintance there, I firmly believe our paths would have eventually crossed somewhere along the way. Only “The Hunster” could have transformed the inner trauma turning 70 caused my fragile psyche a week or so ago back with a simple explanation, “Mike dear, all this means is you have reached Level 7, I’m so proud of you.” It’s like John Lee Hooker and Carlos Santana created “The Healer” to explain the magic this woman possesses. As the wise man known to us at the time as the New Age Charlie Manson espoused all those years ago, “Santa Fe is a magical place, Mr. Phone.”
Although a few weeks away from being able to speak properly, thanks to Honey I have entered Level 7 with a renewed commitment to continue the musical discovery path and the obliteration of dreaded and restrictive genre designations getting in the way of recommendations, exposure and absorption of a challenging and expanding musical palette. All the parts uncovered are included. Some new things from an artist I never heard of named Colin Clue, and others I have like Ryan Adams, The Jayhawks, Placebo, Kanye West, Chris Stamey, Modest Mouse, the reformed Haircut 100 (with Nick Heyward) and Jim James. The massive and beautiful “Wheels Of Fire” deluxe set from Cream yield the phase corrected recordings of “Sitting On Top Of The World” and “Politician,” a first generation mixing board Zeppelin recording from NYC in 1975 will blow you away with fidelity and musicianship and most still have no idea why Oliver Tree is perhaps the most important artist to leave the planet lately. Speaking of the mighty Zeppelin, until last week I had never heard The Long Winters version of “In The Light” or Chris Walla’s brilliant recording of “In The Evening.” There are musical connections made from Can to Hank Snow, Firewater to Bunk Johnson and Dean Martin to Radiohead. There are tunes you’ve never heard to a few you likely know quite well, but none of that matters. What does is that if you keep your mind and ears open, you just never know what might make its way to the center of your musical soul. Just ask Scott or Mr. Lawford and if you’re lucky one day you may locate your own Honey Harris.
I am finding it difficult to wrap my head around this particular birthday for many reasons, with the most pressing being the fact that my Pop passed away at 70. Our Birthdays have been linked since I showed up, as his was/is June 22. Toss in Father’s Day and it was always a calendar highlight. I am honestly not afraid, per say, of death. After all, that is the big question everyone is faced with throughout their lives on this planet. And you can add me to the list that attests “they” have all been correct warning that it does pass rapidly, the 50th was when that solidified in my brain, as it certainly feels more like 5 years ago than 20. Out of all the things I’ve watched, read or listened to regarding the subject I believe Albert Brooks may be the closest to it with his brilliant film, “Defending Your Life.” Every year I pull it out for a viewing and like the best records in my collection, it only improves with age. I just hope Rip Torn is available to be my lawyer. Music is the secret ingredient that keeps me feeling younger than my actual age and I feel lucky that I found and followed my passion from childhood, at least once I realized I would never grow up to play shortstop for The Yankees, which was the original plan.
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I have taken the liberty to include a recent missive from William Goldsmith in the intro to this episode. There is no script, this is strictly from the heart and mind of an intelligent and passionate radio and music lover just a couple of years my senior. Bill invented Radio Paradise nearly 3 decades ago and although our personal music taste is widely divergent, we are of the same mind regarding the ignored and corrupted power of what radio can still be. What it needs to be in order to thrive in the modern era, how it is the last best hope to continue to urge our musical culture forward. I often compare what he and I share is the desire, and in some cases curse of the Sisyphus boulder up the mountain approach to broadcasting. I guess it was inevitable we would meet, but wish it was 30 years ago.. While my mouth is currently under construction you will not hear anything from my voice for a bit, but that will not stop the flow of new episodes. Planting Seeds #029 contains part 2 of “Dave Mason, Rest In Peace, Light and Love: A Tribute.” In addition, we remember the monumental musical contribution of Pharoah Sanders. Explore stunning new releases from Social Distortion, The Afghan Whigs, Rival Sons, The Claypool/Lennon Delirium and Peter Gabriel. Remastered and reissued brilliance from Eddie Hazel, Eagles and Al Green and even we can’t believe there is a recording of Duane Allman jamming with Jimi Hendrix. As ever, thank you for listening and joining the quest for the perfect segue, there are so many more yet discovered.
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