Upped my marionette game tonight with wooden dowels, eye hooks, and some black strong string for moving the bits on a future stage. Once the limbs and so forth are jointed together, I can cycle in different heads and couture.
This interview with Lyle Lovett was so gracious. You can tell the guy really likes being a dad. The perfect ingredient is that Francine Reed returns to sing on his new album 12th of June. Francine used to work with my mom at a law firm in Phoenix in the 70s and she would go to her dates around town. If you can get past Scott Simon’s awkward guffaws and “My word”s it’s worth it.
Vanity Fair: Free Radicals: They’re not MAGA. They’re not QAnon. In the crucible of 2022 conservatism, the power brokers are influenced by an intellectual new right that envisions itself as the most dangerous sort of cool. VF reports from the party at the end of the world. by James Pogue
This was early in my broadcast career. The station manager put me on early Saturday mornings at 6:00 am to see how I did, I suppose. I called the show Sleep Walking as I didn’t wanted my listeners to slowly start the day with my sets.
I returned to the turntables triumphantly for a weekend to celebrate the wedding of the Station Manager Gwen Palagi and her beloved Kris Palagi. I had a year and a half of pent-up selections to broadcast.