Obsequies For Lars Talc, Struck By Lightning : Part Two
Archive for the 'ResonanceFM' Category
For last night’s performance with Lepke B. at the Resonance104.4FM tenth birthday bash, I designated an area of the room as the mosh pit, for young persons to commandeer and do whatever it is young persons do in mosh pits. This shows, I think, that I have my finger on the pulse and have due regard to my audience.
I was taking my lead from that titanic twentieth-century pamphleteer Dobson, whose own mosh pit travails were recounted last year.
Few double-acts in the history of the universe have ever been so magnificent as Simon And Garfunkel Crosse & Blackwell Mr Key and Lepke B. Those who witnessed our only ever collaboration at the (now demolished) Jellyfish Theatre in October 2010 are still too stunned to speak about it, even in hushed tones.
Now, the legendary duo is reforming for Resonance104.4FM’s tenth anniversary party on the first of May. We will be on the bill alongside luminaries including Bob Drake and Kinnie The Explorer. Full details, including ticket-ordering linkage web-wizardry, here.
I strongly recommend that you attend, and whoop your cheers, and throw your hats in the air, and other such expressions of unbridled enthusiasm, including swooning with overexcitement.
The latest Hooting Yard podcast from Resonance104.4FM includes a blistering rendition of Cornelius Cardew’s 1971 piece 10,000 Nails In The Coffin Of Imperialism.
10,000 Nails In The Coffin Of Imperialism
In the course of a blog postage recounting “A Day In The Life”, Outa_Spaceman describes his experience of listening to yesterday’s edition of Hooting Yard On The Air on Resonance104.4FM, broadcast, as ever, live:
Prep and light the fire, hang washing on clothes airer and get comfortable for Hooting Yard on the Air.
Familiar strains of the Caucasian Lullaby fade into horrific coughing and spluttering, ‘Oh God’ intones the despairing voice of Mr. Key, Caucasian Lullaby cuts back in and plays for a distressingly long time. I begin to worry that I might actually have heard Mr. Key’s last gasp. Caucasian Lullaby fades again and Mr. Key resumes the entertainment that I know and love as Hooting Yard on the Air.
Write email to congratulate Mr. Key on best start (in hindsight) to Hooting Yard on the Air ever.
I did indeed manage to time a fit of strangulated choking perfectly to coincide with the start of the programme. At 6.30 PM, I was fine and chipper. Ten or fifteen seconds later I was racked by heaving convulsive coughs and, as I signalled wildly for John, the sound engineer, to bring the music back up, I was unable to breathe. I then staggered out of the studio to the kitchen to get a beaker of water, where I heard, from the office above, the voice of Resonance supremo Ed Baxter calling “Terrific beginning to the show, Frank!”
I gulped down water and gradually regained my composure. Such are the joys of live radio.
