To further cement our peonage in the realm of the Has-Been, we’ve decided to branch out and do a little recreational “disc-jockeying” over at fine local low-power FM station, KRUI. Our first broadcast was last night, and can only improve from there. We’re not entirely sure what the point of FM radio is in 2013, but they’re just giving these shows away to any idiot, and we’re told new experiences broaden the mind. (We’re also told no one listens to KRUI, so we’ve got nothing to lose.) A playlist of our past show — soon to be shows — may be perused on a new Playhouse page here. We’re not sure why a “playlist” would be important to you but there you have it. Content.
In future weeks we hope to break from the tired, pedantic & usually disastrous “hey bet you haven’t heard this cool song!” college-radio format — which Progess has long since sewn up as irrelevant cultural taxidermy — and will move towards a more personal narrative of Playhouse-generated field recordings and layered soundscapes curated from our actual life. However, expect our heavy indulgence in Satanism to remain intact, as well as our gleeful wholesale mockery of organized religion, government, and other bedrocks of this waking nightmare we call civilization.
So feel free to tune in, if for no other reason than to take a nostalgic glance back at the pathetic, claustrophobic state media was once in back before we were all sexting, 4channing and annoyingly checking Twitter timelines in movie theaters.
And lest we sound less than grateful for this rare & special opportunity for self-indulgence KRUI has offered us, we’d also like to mention that KRUI is host to some of the best live audio entertainment our ears have savored in quite a while — most notably Iowa [via Canada]’s own weird & authentic mind-jazz impromtutron, Jesse Marks and his truly wonderful Theater of The Mind, which breaches KRUI like a strange & unpredictable sea creature every Wednesday from 10pm-midnight (and again for just an hour on Sunday, just 5 hours before our show). It’s truly worth your time, especially if you were looking to disprove the notion that Iowa lacks quality cultural marrow on which to suck.