(Multi-)spins

This is going to be a fun week, have that feeling.

Today: The standby of “Silver Tray,” noon – p.m.. I remember hearing that Kopper left the “Wayback Machine,” in part, because he was tired of spending three- or four-hours a week planning the show. Thought that wouldn’t befall me (a naturally lazy person), as I had enough backlogged music to play that it wouldn’t ever be a problem to roll in a just hit play. Turns out that the radio game is really a fair bit different than spinning clubs, which I knew, but didn’t know know, you know? Anyway, spent about two-and-a-half hours planning the show last night. Hope that translates.

(Update: Saturday, November 23 @ Royale. Late fill-in set. ‘S gonna be a good one.)

Thursday, Thanksgiving I: Filling in for Doug Morgan on the “Record Sto’,” from 2 – 4 p.m. Plan the first of a two-day marathon of STL rock, from the ’70s-today. If you happen to have been playing around town during that time and think I may not have a release of yours, lemme know, yo.

Thursday, Thanksgiving II: Here’s a changeup, as I get to fill in for the “Literature for the Halibut” crew, from 7 – 8 p.m. This one, I’ve mildly planning for at least two weeks, a process that would be aided considerably by my iPod turning up. Do you know where my iPod is hiding?

Friday, November 28 I: “Silver Tray” at noon. Day two of STL rock blocks. Some neat things are being unearthed as I type. Thanks Joe and Chris, among others.

Friday, November 28 II: The Rock’n’Roll Craft Show’s taking place this year at the Third Degree Glass Factory and I’m apparently trading cuts during the afternoon with none other than Steven Smith. (The Royale owner; not the gas station owner, or the motorcycle museum owner, or Deandre Latimore‘s promoter.)

Friday, November 28 III: Spinning at the aforementioned Royale, on what happens to be the busiest bar night of the year. To quote a friend: what fortune!

Let’s go record shopping!

Friday Flickr

A pic of mine is on the St. Louis Magazine “The Editor’s Room” blog. This seems apt to note for two reasons: 1) shameless self-promotion; and 2) the reminder to pick up any of the multiple cameras I’ve bought, thinking that each would be the stimulus to taking more photos. Alas.

Here’s it.

KA : 11/13/08 : Post # 314!

Mentioned this below, but we’ll mention it again, to be safe.

The Kick Ass Awards (or are they the Kick-Ass Awards? we’ve never been sure, ourselves) take place this coming Thursday, November 13, with an event at the wacky-and-wunnerful Joe’s Cafe.

There’s info at this here blog: www.kickassawards.blogspot.com.

Andrea, Stefene and I would hate to be all by ourselves, alone with just our 13 swell winners. Drop by and join us!

November's 13

This time out, the time and space edition…

Deaths, Studs Terkel: Lived a good, full life. We should all be so productive and engaged. Heartfelt respect.

Books, Rip it Up & Start Again: Postpunk, 1978-84: An absolutely lively and (even) quick read, with the 400 pages going by in no time. During that reading, you’ll find yourself digging into your collection for some PIL, Pylon and Pere Ubu. Got a feeling that the rush of nostalgia will last for a little bit, too. Such good music!

Blogs, Confluence City: Be careful around Chris King. I recently purchased a sketch of his, intending it as a gag Xmas gift. But then Chris blogged my purchase, and the intended recipient read the piece; though he didn’t know the gift was coming, per se, it sorta knocked out the surprise factor. So, see, you gotta watch it when you’re around Chris, because he’s a Gladwell-like maven and connector, possibly a bit of a salesman, too, the ultimate “Tipping Point” trifecta. Not only do my onetime boxing days appear in a recent King posting, so does my ’90s kinship to Enormous Richard. It’s all very complicated.

Books and sketches, lost: Tying up this trio of items… for several years, I passed around a sketchbook. Don’t know why it was gifted to me, at all, but in short order, I turned it loose on St. Louis. Expats like Jenna Bauer and Alan Brunettin drew in it. Still-locals like Bradley Bowers and Jeff Miller added to the book. In time, Eric Woods of Firecracker Press added a new cover. After years of salting it here-and-there, sometimes for a week, once for half-a-year (Bowers!), the book’s disappeared. I don’t know who last had it, or who might now be in possession of it. So, STL-ers: if you see a well-worn, thick, sketchbook with dozens of Don Beasley drawings inside, please know who to contact.

Biodiversity, axolotls: My very favoritist film, “Another Girl, Another Planet,” features axolotls in several, key scenes. Sadly, fish tanks are about the only spot to find the Mexican “water monsters” these days, according to Yahoo. Bummer!

Event, The Kick Ass Awards: The fifth annual event, hosted by the editors and friends of 52nd City magazine, will be held on Thursday, November 13, with an evening event at Joe’s Cafe in the Skinker/Debalivere neighborhood. More propaganda in this event, here, in the very near future, no doubt. Who’s won it in the past? We’ll tell you.

TV child star, Butch Patrick as Eddie Munster: Was just thinking about him. Don’t know why.

Election nuggets, Salon’s War Room: Two more days. Read up!

Festivals, St. Louis International Film Festival: A year ago, I was clocking hours as the overwhelmed volunteer manager of the St. Louis International Film Festival. This year, I’m not. But it doesn’t mean that I’m not going to thoroughly enjoy the SLIFF this year, though I have absolutely no inside track on what’s hot and what’s not. Guess I’ll just have to read the schedule and do some calculations, like all the other folks. Fair enough.

Pizza, The Wedge: Haven’t been. Hearing about the pies, that they’re good. Blake Brokaw’s making them, so how could they not be?

Throwback concert of the month, The Great Crusades: The veteran Chicago band, by way of Collinsville, returns to the metro east for a show at the Stagger Inn on November 8. Nice. Stream a touch of their Myspace music and I hope you’ll agree.

Radio show names, Silver Tray: So I say, “the show’s called Silver Tray.” And they say, “like the drug tray?” And, so, I’m like, “a drug tray?” And they’re, like, “yeah, a tray that you’d do cocaine on.” And I’m all “Really?” So, like, really? Am I the last person to know that I named a radio show after a drug reference? Apparently!

Embeds, Vincent Price on SNL: I mean, it’s funny. Very funny. Oh! This is why I was thinking of Eddie Munster.