WRUV: Graveyard 2
Funny thing about doing your second radio show ever — again at 4 a.m. on a Friday on WRUV 90.1, Your Better Alternative. You’re much more relaxed, and very possibly not as good.
Whether through technical error or user (my) error, I played a test-run of a Public Service Announcement over the airwaves in the middle of a great little piece of world music, failed to figure out how to plug my computer into the system correctly and therefore sent out about 15 seconds of barely audible Madeleine Peyroux before abandoning the track, apologizing and switching to something much more audible. (I substituted the next track of the CD I’d been playing previously, because it was all I had cued, but I felt fine about that: one elder statesman of WRUV let me know that 15 seconds is an eternity on the air, and I didn’t want to let it go to 20!)
So, this is why they put newbies on at 4 a.m.
On the plus side, in the mash-up all all this, DJ Zony Mash turned me on to the work of Tinariwen, a band born out of the rebel camps of Moammar al-Qadhafi‘s Libya. The band’s 2007 album, Aman Iman: Water Is Life, is the best damn collection of tracks I’ve heard in years.
I also managed some piece of magic where I did a three-part glissando from Boogaloo maniac Charlie Palmieri to late 20th century Brit-pop diva Kirsty MacColl to classic bluesmen Carey Bell and Junior Wells—and somehow made it sound almost seamless.
For a journalist who knows more about city council budget reports than he does about music, it was quite a morning.
If you want to hear the mix, by all means, do. But, my oh my, it is a work in progress.
Finally: Let me give a quick shout-out to the Spinning Indie blog, which last week graced me with a mention. The least I can do is return the favor: Indie is a great little site that pulls together tons of relevant news about college radio and independent music. You could find so many less-useful ways to spend your time than poking around this blog by Jennifer Waits, who has been a college DJ on and off ever since 1986, which just so happens to be the year I graduated from high school, so she must be cool. (Follow the logic there. I dare you.)
Next week, I’m back on the air, spring break be damned. Maybe I’ll learn how to use audio cables by then.