Lori was kind enough to let me into the building today. She had to work long hours but so does everyone.
She was endlessly fussing with her hair, the fog outside makes every hairstyle not reinforced with wax and egg whites go limp. She's checking and rechecking every piece fo clothing she has for lint or stains, retouching her makeup like an obsessive-compulsive beauty queen. I don't blame her. I think she's headed out with Shelton tonight.
Shelton probably has a few women in every town he visits. Just like his grandpappy. Lori is one of them. She knows this and she doesn't mind. Her boyfriend minds. But her boyfriend isn't Shelton.
WTUL has been serving up substandard product lately. Tulane wisely scheduled Spring Break to coincide with Mardi Gras and most students skipped town on Ash Wednesday. The remaining DJs were too busy planning for the marathon fundraiser events (and what events - GY!BE, Mooney Suzuki, Cat Power all agreeing to play benefit concerts as they travel to or from Austin) so whoever can be shoehorned into the station gets to play for this week.
I had been up 22 hours at this point, working from 7 AM to 11 PM, and I had a good amount of alt-country I wanted to play but suddenly I decided that all the listeners out there deserved to feel the wrath of my bombast. I sometimes put work into my playlists but this one, it more or less just happened, whatever vinyl I could find went on the air and it somehow came out good.
WTUL New Orleans 91.5 FM
Playlist for Saturday, March 7, 2 to 4 AM
http://www.wtul.fm
Gun Club - Sex Beat
Entombed - Drowned
Drive Like Jehu - Here Come the Rome Plows
Public Image LTD - Public Image
Fingercuff - Song 10
Dimmu Borgir - Moonchild Domain
The Exploited - Let's Start A War
Suicidal Tendencies - Subliminal
The Dictators - Search and Destroy
Ministry - TV II
Viva Death - The Start-Up
Flipper - Shed No Tears
The Levellers - A Chorus Line
The Jesus and Mary Chain - My Little Underground
Mooney Suzuki - I Say I Love You
The Damned - I Fall
Eye Hate God - Serving Time in the Middle of Nowhere
Mayhem - To Daimonon
Talib Kweli - Get By
Black Flag - Damaged
Party of Helicopters - Crawling
Lamb of God - In the Absence of the Sacred
Crass - Where Next, Columbus?
The Bangs - I Want More
Bratmobile - I'm In The Band
D.O.A. - Woke Up Screaming
The Normals - Almost Ready
Obituary - Dying
No Warning - No Time For You
(segue into Ked and Liz's eclectic mix)
Wayne 'The Train' Hancock - Smell That Bread
Junior Brown - Long Walk to San Antone
Later that morning Ted was explaining the differences between Manet and Courbet beyond subject matter and style but I was trying to push him up to more modern artists. His hands were waving drunkenly, alternately describing the gestural methods of Manet's brushstrokes and checking the status of his hair. Which was one solid greyish lump. It made him resemble a disciple of Benny Hinn.
Ted was on a bender, he knew far too much about which roads contained which cops, how to effectively navigate New Orleans while drunk in the morning. You often find people like him in bars at 6:30 AM, calling bartenders by a nickname they clearly hate and asking the paramedics how their shift was.
I took my drink outside and watched the sun rise.
Anna was amazed at what I could fit in my stomach, after drinking, after being awake for 30 hours. I had only wanted a cheese enchilada, but I had asked the waiter to make sure that it had 'more cheese than my poor eyes can stand'. The kitchen was happy to oblige. The plate was a puddle of bubbling cheese with a single lone enchilada hidden somewhere under the mix.
The plate was placed on the table and she looked at it and muttered 'Damn. That's rough.'
32 1/2 hours. It had been a rough day.
She was endlessly fussing with her hair, the fog outside makes every hairstyle not reinforced with wax and egg whites go limp. She's checking and rechecking every piece fo clothing she has for lint or stains, retouching her makeup like an obsessive-compulsive beauty queen. I don't blame her. I think she's headed out with Shelton tonight.
Shelton probably has a few women in every town he visits. Just like his grandpappy. Lori is one of them. She knows this and she doesn't mind. Her boyfriend minds. But her boyfriend isn't Shelton.
WTUL has been serving up substandard product lately. Tulane wisely scheduled Spring Break to coincide with Mardi Gras and most students skipped town on Ash Wednesday. The remaining DJs were too busy planning for the marathon fundraiser events (and what events - GY!BE, Mooney Suzuki, Cat Power all agreeing to play benefit concerts as they travel to or from Austin) so whoever can be shoehorned into the station gets to play for this week.
I had been up 22 hours at this point, working from 7 AM to 11 PM, and I had a good amount of alt-country I wanted to play but suddenly I decided that all the listeners out there deserved to feel the wrath of my bombast. I sometimes put work into my playlists but this one, it more or less just happened, whatever vinyl I could find went on the air and it somehow came out good.
WTUL New Orleans 91.5 FM
Playlist for Saturday, March 7, 2 to 4 AM
http://www.wtul.fm
Gun Club - Sex Beat
Entombed - Drowned
Drive Like Jehu - Here Come the Rome Plows
Public Image LTD - Public Image
Fingercuff - Song 10
Dimmu Borgir - Moonchild Domain
The Exploited - Let's Start A War
Suicidal Tendencies - Subliminal
The Dictators - Search and Destroy
Ministry - TV II
Viva Death - The Start-Up
Flipper - Shed No Tears
The Levellers - A Chorus Line
The Jesus and Mary Chain - My Little Underground
Mooney Suzuki - I Say I Love You
The Damned - I Fall
Eye Hate God - Serving Time in the Middle of Nowhere
Mayhem - To Daimonon
Talib Kweli - Get By
Black Flag - Damaged
Party of Helicopters - Crawling
Lamb of God - In the Absence of the Sacred
Crass - Where Next, Columbus?
The Bangs - I Want More
Bratmobile - I'm In The Band
D.O.A. - Woke Up Screaming
The Normals - Almost Ready
Obituary - Dying
No Warning - No Time For You
(segue into Ked and Liz's eclectic mix)
Wayne 'The Train' Hancock - Smell That Bread
Junior Brown - Long Walk to San Antone
Later that morning Ted was explaining the differences between Manet and Courbet beyond subject matter and style but I was trying to push him up to more modern artists. His hands were waving drunkenly, alternately describing the gestural methods of Manet's brushstrokes and checking the status of his hair. Which was one solid greyish lump. It made him resemble a disciple of Benny Hinn.
Ted was on a bender, he knew far too much about which roads contained which cops, how to effectively navigate New Orleans while drunk in the morning. You often find people like him in bars at 6:30 AM, calling bartenders by a nickname they clearly hate and asking the paramedics how their shift was.
I took my drink outside and watched the sun rise.
Anna was amazed at what I could fit in my stomach, after drinking, after being awake for 30 hours. I had only wanted a cheese enchilada, but I had asked the waiter to make sure that it had 'more cheese than my poor eyes can stand'. The kitchen was happy to oblige. The plate was a puddle of bubbling cheese with a single lone enchilada hidden somewhere under the mix.
The plate was placed on the table and she looked at it and muttered 'Damn. That's rough.'
32 1/2 hours. It had been a rough day.
aren't they playing with iron and wine in n.o.???