Screw Lucifer

My new favorite weirdness is from one of CNN's articles on Michael Jackson – here are the last two paragraphs of the specific article (which isn't easy to find on CNN, sorry):

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In the day's final development, a London woman filed a 93-page* handwritten document in Los Angeles Superior Court claiming she was Jackson's secret wife and the mother of all three of his children.

In asking for all of Jackson's assets, the woman also added: "I have up to 30 children. My Father (Satan the Devil) Khalid Lucifer as he is known, gave them to us."
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I told my mother about this article and she said...

Mom: Do they tell the woman's name?
Me: No, but I assume it's "Tammy Lucifer" or "Wanda Lucifer..."
Mom: Try "Screw Lucifer."

THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT.

And here, faster than your mother can squirt seltzer in your eye, are today's playlists:

Log for first part of July 2nd, 2009 show

Log for second part of July 2nd, 2009 show

*Also, please note that the letter was 93-pages and HAND WRITTEN. Crazy people are some of the best workers out there.

Also, rest in peace, MJ.

I Really Like Your Enormous Umbrella

Dear Citizens of the rain-soaked mid-Atlantic area:

Unless it is 1809 and/or you are trying to create the first helicopter, you do not need an umbrella with a five foot diameter.

Please stop trying to a) rip my hair out with your broken umbrella's enormous, exposed metal rods and b) blind me or otherwise injure me with your insane stadium-covering, tarp-like protective device.

And here, with the perfectly acceptable level of semi-dryness afforded you by a normal umbrella, are today's playlists:


Log for first part of June 18th, 2009 show

Log for second part of June 18th, 2009 show

P.S. On the first playlist, I don't mean to suggest that my mother is a grizzly bear. Rather, she requested them.

P.P.S. The above image of the flapping man is from a 1908 early try at the helicopter. It was called an ornithopter. The linked video is of the "Sky Car," from some OTHER year that I don't know.

Totally Committed, Absolutely

Don't get me wrong, I love a seven-month nap as much as the next guy, but it felt right to fire up the blog today. I think I could really commit to posting things every wee-Zzzzz



And here, after a long winter's nap, are playlists from the last two shows:


Log for first part of June 11th, 2009 show

Log for second part of June 11th, 2009 show


Log for first part of May 28th, 2009 show

Log for second part of May 28th, 2009 show

You'll Have to Have Them All Pulled Out...

I am so ridiculously happy that wit/brit pop is alive and well. I get to enjoy the honeyed cheer of bands like The Ting Tings and Passion Pit.

Who is unhappy when they hear a song called "Better Things"? Maybe only August Strindberg. Surely, no one else.

And here, sweetly, are Thursday's playlists:


Log for first part of November 20th, 2008 show

Log for second part of November 20th, 2008 show

I Can't Believe It's Not Hilarious

El oh el! Here is my most recent playlist:


Log for first part of November 13th, 2008 show

Log for second part of November 13th, 2008 show

Invisible Phenomena

My blog has been invisible for a long time, but I'm working to get it back online. It's always been here and my thoughts have been with it. However, much like a cough, you just couldn't see it.




So! Here, even more lovely than visual representations of heretofore unseen shockwaves (or coughs), are my last two weeks' worth of playlists:


Log for first part of November 6th, 2008 show

Log for second part of November 6th, 2008 show


Log for first part of October 30th, 2008 show

Log for second part of October 30th, 2008 show


P.S. Feeling stressed? Have a few of these.

The Art of Not Irritating Me

Help me out, please. How is it grammatically correct to call people, who are protesting the policies or actions of President George W. Bush, "anti-Bush protesters"? Isn't that a double negative? If one protests things that are anti-Bush, isn't one supporting Bush? (Think "the enemy of my enemy is my friend," people.) I hear this phrase, this "anti-Bush protesters" phrase, on NPR. I hear it everywhere, actually, but it bothers me more on NPR. Aren't they actually talking about "anti-Bush DEMONSTRATORS"? Or, perhaps, "Bush protesters"? I believe that they are.

Thanks to lolgeeks for this Donald Knuth picture. It halps.


And here, with all of the twitching you'd see if you said something like "the reason why is because..." in front of me, is last week's twitchy playlist:


Log for first part of June 12th, 2008 show

Log for second part of June 12th, 2008 show


Grumble.

Bloodlust

I'm not going to lie to you. I am going to kill tonight. This fly has been buzzing me all evening and I'm sick of it. He's been strafing my apartment.

In other news, woohoo, I have some playlists for you!

And here, almost as if I'd dipped that insipid fly's little puddies in ink and had him dance all over three weeks' worth of blank playlists, are three weeks' worth of completed playlists:


Log for first part of May 22nd, 2008 show

Log for second part of May 22nd, 2008 show




Log for first part of May 29th, 2008 show

Log for second part of May 29th, 2008 show




Log for first part of June 5th, 2008 show

Log for second part of June 5th, 2008 show

On the Run

Woo hoo, it's been a busy day. This morning's show was a pleasure, though. I got a lot of good requests, and was even able to find one or two of them.



The last song of the show was by Simple Kid and was called "Lil' King Kong." It's the song you've been hearing on that Saturn commercial.

Simple Kid is kind of a dude. We got his album "2" last Autumn and it's a tight amalgam of depth and fun. I encourage a visit to his website to listen to some music and watch some videos.


And here, faster than your little legs can carry you,
is today's playlist:


Log for first part of May 1st, 2008 show

Log for second part of May 1st, 2008 show

Rip Van What Now?

I have been slacking off. I have neglected this blog for the past 20 years.

Really, it's been three months. But it feels like 20 years.

I've had legitimate computer, scanner, and internet connection troubles staggered throughout the last twelve weeks. All told, I'd say I had about six full weeks of down time. The rest of the time, I was busy getting a fantastic new job and brushing my hair, one hundred strokes at a time, until it shone like flax, like creepy, lawn-choking flax.



So! Faster than you can twitter "I'm reading three months' worth of Sarah's morning show playlists," here are three months' worth of my morning show playlists:


Log for first part of February 7th, 2008 show

Log for second part of February 7th, 2008 show

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Log for first part of February 21st, 2008 show

Log for second part of February 21st, 2008 show

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Log for first part of February 28th, 2008 show

Log for second part of February 28th, 2008 show

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Log for first part of March 6th, 2008 show

Log for second part of March 6th, 2008 show

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Log for first part of March 20th, 2008 show

Log for second part of March 20th, 2008 show

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Log for first part of April 3rd, 2008 show

Log for second part of April 3rd, 2008 show

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Log for first part of April 10th, 2008 show

Log for second part of April 10th, 2008 show

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Log for first part of April 17th, 2008 show

Log for second part of April 17th, 2008 show

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Log for first part of April 24th, 2008 show

Log for second part of April 24th, 2008 show

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In other news, in my efforts to remember the name of the fable involving the man who slept for twenty years (Rip Van Winkle), I hit the internet and found several fables I'd forgotten about. For instance, I'd forgotten that Rumpelstiltskin was about a poor miller who lied to the king, telling him that his beautiful daughter could spin straw into gold. Wikipedia seems to have forgotten this, too. Their plot synopsis: "In order to make herself appear more hot, a miller lied to the king that his daughter could spin straw into gold." Huh. In order to make herself appear more hot.

Dear nine-year-olds,

Please stop editing Wikipedia.

Love,
Sarah

If a Floridian Votes in the Forest and There's No Delegate Around to Tell You About It...

Things are heating up politically! What will happen? What's to become of our country? Read my playlists to find out!*

Log for first part of
January 31st, 2008 show

Log for second part of
January 31st, 2008 show


*what I played this morning

My Scanner Gets Told

Bits and pieces of our old station equipment are being sold off. If I had money to burn and a lot of space, I'd snap up a few of these items. I can't believe how simple and innocent that console looks to me now. It's really not terrifically different from what we use now in that we're still just moving buttons and levers around to regulate levels and turn machines off and on. Yet, it is cleary from a different era. I miss the feel of the little toggle switches that let you switch from A to B on channels. I am needlessly nostalgic and wistful.

Speaking of nostalgia, wouldn't it be splendid if you could reminisce about all of the songs I've played over the last five weeks' worth of shows? And wouldn't it be nice to reminisce by seeing links to those playlists conveniently lined up in the same post? Heavens! Get out of my head. That's just what I've planned.

What's that, scanner? You say you're broken and I can't scan my playlists and put them on my blog ever again?



Oh, snap!

Here are my playlists from January 24th (yesterday), January 17th, January 10th, January 3rd, and December 27th:



Log for first part of January 24th, 2008 show

Log for second part of January 24th, 2008 show


Log for first part of January 17th, 2008 show

Log for second part of January 17th, 2008 show


Log for first part of January 10th, 2008 show

Log for second part of January 10th, 2008 show


Log for first part of January 3rd, 2008 show

Log for second part of January 3rd, 2008 show


Log for first part of December 27th, 2007 show

Log for second part of December 27th, 2007 show

Taco Bell's Cheesy Gordi---OH NO!

Joe Jackson, WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOOING?!?!? I mean, I'm excited that the nation's masses are now turned on to your song "One More Time" from your 1979 album "Look Sharp," but did you really need to sell it to Taco Bell?
I SAID TACO BELL, JOE. Well, maybe it'll make the cheese-eating public realize that "Look Sharp" is one of the finest pop/rock albums ever made. Ever. I love Joe Jackson. Truly. Everything about "Look Sharp" is wonderful.

"Look Sharp" is the first album that made me really sit up and take notice of a bass player, by the way. (Well, the first since many of the Beatles' albums.) Graham Maby, the bass player who plays with Joe Jackson to this day, is a virtuoso.

When I think of all of the wonderful, earning bands whose songs I've heard on mediocre adverts on television, I don't remember ever screaming "No!" the way I did today when I heard Joe on Taco Bell. I don't know what that says about me.

I hope you invest the earnings wisely, Joe. You're a wonderful guy and I bought your book.

Steve Kramarck's Super Holiday Funtime Boom!

Once each year, for the last 19 years, Steve Kramarck has come to WVUD and raided the airwaves with Christmas music, intelligent talk, and a boatload of panache. This year, it's happening during my show. It is rare for me to have the opportunity NOT to wake up at 3:30am on the Thursday before Christmas, so I leapt at the chance to have Steve fill in. He'll be bringing all of you listeners six luscious hours of comfort and joy, from 6am to Noon, on Thursday, December 20th, 2007. From the horsie's mouth: "Musically, it's a mix of the trite and sublime, the standards and the unknowns, long form, short form, etc... oh yeah, we have leg lamps, too." Tune in to 91.3 or listen online at wvud.org.

I'll catch you all on Thursday morning, December 27th, for my next show.
Happy Holidays!
-Sarah

P.S. Kramarck and I went to high school together and he never once gave me a swirlie. NICE!

Sweet Sweetness

I ended up watching Little Miss Sunshine again this past weekend. I hung out with three of my favorite humans and we had a wonderful day. I'm not sure I've been that spectacularly lazy in a while, but it was well worth it. Laughing, snacking, more laughing, watching movies on cable, more snacking, and, finally, a hair fire. What's not to like?

Here, with the anemic wheeze of a dying car horn, is my playlist from last week. Why did it take so terribly long to post, Sarah? Why are you so lazy? I was busy laughing. Enjoy:

Log for first part of December 13th, 2007 show

Log for second part of December 13th, 2007 show