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Hell's Kitchen Radio #532: Digital Gremlins
June 17, 2024 8:00pm
Last Monday I had some bug up my butt about playing a bunch of local punk and then the whole thing went sideways, as it should. I'm a creature of habit and my radio habit is to keep myself guessing as much as you. I bring a stack of vinyl and throw something on. It's not rocket science! But the fun comes when I have to figure out what I'm going to play next.
If I'm having a special or a tribute, then I have an idea of what I'm going to play set-by-set, but even writing that I'm giving myself more credit than I deserve. Really, I just throw a record on and let it direct me; sometimes it actually works!
Tonight I started out with some 70s punk, thinking it was going to rule the night, before I took a left turn with Sonic Youth. Then I wanted to get to current garage-psych-punk, so check out San Luis Obispo's Pancho and the Wizards, who I saw open for Australia's Psychedelic Porn Crumpets at The Independent a few weeks back.
Then I jumped back to the punk with classic San Francisco's Pop-O-Pies. I was crate-digging at a store I will not divulge, and grabbed this treat. Hot damn, it's a fun one.
I opened the next set with a gift to my little one, Bodhi. He's six years old and obsessed with steam trains, and that's putting it lightly. The Amtrak conductors know him by name. I'm not joking. I used to tale him to a local station to watch the trains go by almost daily for three years. He wants to rebuild old steam trains. I truly believe that he believes one day he will do this. Adorable. Anyway, I played his latest jam: "Wreck of the Old 97", as sung by the late great Johnny Cash.
I hate this song now. Don't tell Bodhi
After a couple Americana and Swing tunes I jumped back into the subversive punk, before celebrating Jello Biafra's birthday with a few tunes.
I closed out the night with some of my more preferred garage-punk from the past few years.
Why did I write all this? No real clue. Just started typing and here ya go.
I'm back doing a show live in the studio each week, so please set your calendars for Mondays 8-10PM Pacific.
Enjoy and please share.
jh
Pablo Picasso: The Modern Lovers
Subway Train: Johnny Thunders
Waiting For The Man: David Bowie
Superstar: Sonic Youth
Die By The Sword: Pancho and the Wizards
Bill's Mandolin: Psychedelic Porn Crumpets
The Catholics Are Attacking: Pop-O-Pies
Wreck of the Old 97: Johnny Cash
King of California: Dave Alvin
Teardrops From My Eyes: Ray Condo and His Ricochets
All the Girls Cry: Toiling Midgets
Swastikas On Parade: The Residents
Diamonds in the Rough: Dead Moon
Kill The Poor: Dead Kennedys
Sharks in the Gene Pool: Jello Biafra with Nomeansno
Lost Orgasm: Jello Biafra
Will the Fetus Be Aborted: Jello Biafra and Mojo Nixon
My Biggest Mistake: Joan of Arkansas
Toe Cutter/Thumb Buster: Thee Oh Sees
Handglams: Ty Segall
Pink Gorilla/Enthusiasm/Be Right Too: White Fence
Chaise Lounge: Wet Leg
If I'm having a special or a tribute, then I have an idea of what I'm going to play set-by-set, but even writing that I'm giving myself more credit than I deserve. Really, I just throw a record on and let it direct me; sometimes it actually works!
Tonight I started out with some 70s punk, thinking it was going to rule the night, before I took a left turn with Sonic Youth. Then I wanted to get to current garage-psych-punk, so check out San Luis Obispo's Pancho and the Wizards, who I saw open for Australia's Psychedelic Porn Crumpets at The Independent a few weeks back.
Then I jumped back to the punk with classic San Francisco's Pop-O-Pies. I was crate-digging at a store I will not divulge, and grabbed this treat. Hot damn, it's a fun one.
I opened the next set with a gift to my little one, Bodhi. He's six years old and obsessed with steam trains, and that's putting it lightly. The Amtrak conductors know him by name. I'm not joking. I used to tale him to a local station to watch the trains go by almost daily for three years. He wants to rebuild old steam trains. I truly believe that he believes one day he will do this. Adorable. Anyway, I played his latest jam: "Wreck of the Old 97", as sung by the late great Johnny Cash.
I hate this song now. Don't tell Bodhi
After a couple Americana and Swing tunes I jumped back into the subversive punk, before celebrating Jello Biafra's birthday with a few tunes.
I closed out the night with some of my more preferred garage-punk from the past few years.
Why did I write all this? No real clue. Just started typing and here ya go.
I'm back doing a show live in the studio each week, so please set your calendars for Mondays 8-10PM Pacific.
Enjoy and please share.
jh
Pablo Picasso: The Modern Lovers
Subway Train: Johnny Thunders
Waiting For The Man: David Bowie
Superstar: Sonic Youth
Die By The Sword: Pancho and the Wizards
Bill's Mandolin: Psychedelic Porn Crumpets
The Catholics Are Attacking: Pop-O-Pies
Wreck of the Old 97: Johnny Cash
King of California: Dave Alvin
Teardrops From My Eyes: Ray Condo and His Ricochets
All the Girls Cry: Toiling Midgets
Swastikas On Parade: The Residents
Diamonds in the Rough: Dead Moon
Kill The Poor: Dead Kennedys
Sharks in the Gene Pool: Jello Biafra with Nomeansno
Lost Orgasm: Jello Biafra
Will the Fetus Be Aborted: Jello Biafra and Mojo Nixon
My Biggest Mistake: Joan of Arkansas
Toe Cutter/Thumb Buster: Thee Oh Sees
Handglams: Ty Segall
Pink Gorilla/Enthusiasm/Be Right Too: White Fence
Chaise Lounge: Wet Leg