msb-0037 Lets try this WITHOUT a theme.
Feedback comes first so...
there isn't any really.
I'm still waiting to hear from MSers, from advertisers/makers of therapies, goods and services for MSers and from people like Caro Magno, the MSer who's treking by wheel chair from Seattle to New York, and the Chefs For MS who'll be feeding me on September 25th, 2006.
(The links are in the show notes, folks, ther're all in the shownotes; at MSBPodcast.com and downloaded with each and every episode.)
I'm just playing cool shit I find on the PMN.
I don't really have anything to say, sell, vent about and I don't have any axe to grind today so its all good.
Well I still hate the uncaring, unconscious, unfeeling, unspeakable human slugs who cumber this planet, blindly perambulating; tounging everything and being incapable of telling when they are tasting fine wine and when they are sucking on their own anus.
But that's just me being an angry not so young man.
I started this show when I came across an unusually named tune, "Sons of the Burgesss Shale," by an unusually named band, "Bell Hollow."
I've read "Wonderful Life" by Stephen Jay Gould (the links are all in the show notes, folks, all in the show notes,) and it of course caught my attention.
Hell, we're all sons of the Burgess Shale.
That's where the richness and diversity of ectomorphic shapes was truly evident. Some cataclismic event wiped all of them out except the shape all multicelled oranisms now respect.
Okay, I wondered. What could this be about?
I was rewarded by some fascinating music by this band based in Brooklyn, NY.
My old neighborhood.
It sort of got weirder and farther out from there until I reigned it in.
By song six, I got tired of trying to be deep and decided to have some fun with you all.
Then I discovered the singer we have on the penultimate two tracks: Wren Ross.
I love her "French Chanteuse" style.
We end with something which made me laugh the first time I heard it and again when I on the "UnRadio Show" by Travis Goss.