Minnesota Public Radio and The Current are my perennial betes noire. Their hyper-commercial, mercenary approach to public radio flies in the face of everything I like about listener-supported media. Now City Pages reports that 89.3 is shrinking its playlist, preventing its DJs (already a bunch of myopic canon-wankers) from deviating from the hits.
Says Mark Wheat with typical condescension:
We are expanding the average listener’s playlist even though we might have tightened our own.
Please, if you’re pledging this year, give it to a worthy tenant of your public airwaves.
Since my stained glass classes back in November, I’ve cranked out a handful of “sun catchers” (*cringe*) and other small experiments based on my own designs. For my first piece of significant scale, completed just last week, I tried to fulfill a long-standing debt (or just ease my own mind about it).
During my meandering relo from Seattle to Minneapolis in 1999, I crashed a Honda belonging to my friend Kirk’s parents on a slick patch of asphalt in Biloxi, Miss. Though we agreed to share responsibility, I failed to do much apologizing or amends-making at the time.
The piece memorializes the geography of the crash, including the highway leading to the Honda’s final resting place. I presented it to the bereaved Honda owner last weekend on my way home from KC (more on that trip soon). She accepted the piece with the mix of gratitude and mild bewilderment that often accompany my gifts of art.
My home-boy Kelly’s band got a glowing profile in the City Pages anticipating their CD release party on Friday. I’m psyched for them!
On transcending girl-band stereotypes:
In the face of their soaring melodies and the fearless, indefatigable profile they strike while playing live, gender is immaterial.
Ol’ Melrude and I laid out the album artwork, but the vision was all the band’s.
Why does the so-called trucker hat remain the journalistic symbol of hipsterdom par excellence? Get over it!
It was not always so.