I live right inside radio when I listen...

Marshall McLuhan, 1964

Radio, like beer and soccer, is totally immersive. As Ian illustrates this morning, the seduction of the immersive can lead to strange places and thoughts. Indeed, as M.McL. went on to say,

Anybody who wants to moralize about radio has to dump Gandhi and Hitler into the same pot.

One of my favorite programs is Weekend Mornings from CBC in the Maritimes. Like Brent, the music is eclectic, though, perhaps, they might not play the Tijuana Bibles, whose members dress like Stong Bad. Band member Super Destructor and I exchanged emails last night as I bought a CD via paypal:

Me:

Thanks Super Destructor,

Money sent.

That's great. Brent Bambury was all over your music the other day on his drive home show [CBC Ottawa afternoons] and said you were the greatest thing since something...something like the Stampeders...and that is something.

He played a cut or two and I am sure going to whistle your tunes while at the workplace.

I am just so happy being able to write someone by the name of Super Destructor I want this email to last forever. I'll probably do a review on my website (10,000 visits last month) [Ed.: you are always in my thoughts]and you can come over there and brag me up. That'd be great.

Super Destructor:

thx for the kind words amigo. there's a reason europe keeps bringing us back for tours - forget about the masks and how we look, just LISTEN - we have good songs! our next cd Fists Of Fury is gonna smoke, we got 10 songs recorded, 5 more to go! pkg'll be sent our mon or tues, i have some other mail to go out...

adios,

SuperD.

The band's name refers to slang for Mexican '60's porn and their get up and names are a respectful homage to the contemporaneous Mexican wrestling scene, cousins to Atlantic Grand Prix Wrestling of ATV of the 70's and my love, the Cuban Assassin. Apartment Wrestling, their first CD will be mine soon.  Driving Mexicali sounds.  Zounds.

The host of Weekend Mornings is Stan Carew, who our daughter at 3 dubbed Stinky Roo. The music is a bit corny and comfortable and aimed at seniors laying in bed drinking tea and contemplating a tumble mostly without the bibles. Stan and the crew play with the conventions of radio, sometimes sounding a little like an old time dance hall live broadcast, sometimes like Orsen Wells toying as a teen.

Playing with the knobs all around.