It is rare for an entire fortnight to pass in complete silence here at Hooting Yard, but that is what has happened. It is a sorry state of affairs and I cannot blame it entirely on the aforementioned loss of my mojo. Clearly what is needed is for me to PERK UP. To this end, I have been working my way through a self-help regime entitled PERKING UP. I will not go into the details of what this consists of, as I do not want you lot to be overcome with waves of nausea, spiritual despair, and the withers. Suffice to say that I went to the nearest grocery kiosk and obtained a supply of plums, and on my way home I walked widdershins around the kirk several times. More than that I had best not say, for the time being.
While my PERKING UP begins to take hold, there are a couple of small matters to bring to your attention. First is the dearth of memorable utterances thus far from the commentators at the foopball World Cup. I had hoped to bring you a torrent of inanities, but alas there is little to report. Perhaps worth noting was one pundit’s observation that “He’s a very talented foopballer – he knows where the goal is”. But really the tournament has been something of a disappointed to date, with nothing to match such past gems as “For a moment there, he looked like a baby gazelle who’d just plopped out of the womb”.
Second, I am delighted to draw to your attention this newly-released podcast from Resonance104.4FM. Originally broadcast over two years ago, but none the worse for that.
King Jasper’s Castle, Its Electrical Wiring System, Its Janitor, And Its Chatelaine
And about bloody time, too!, I hear you cry. Multifarious technical gubbins in the bowels of ResonanceFM have been bashed into shape by the trusty – if frustrated – podcast maestro, so here we are, with a new long overdue episode…
On The Livers Of Polar Bears
Keen Hooting Yardist Ruthie Bosch drew to my attention the Stith Thompson Motif Index of Folk Literature, or more precisely the index to that Index. That was a week ago, and I am still trying to reorient my brain to take account of its existence. The world has changed for me, irrevocably. To give some idea of what I am babbling on about, you lot should listen, immediately, with lugholes alert, to today’s episode of Hooting Yard On The Air, in which I took the opportunity to read (most of) the Stith Thompson Index index for Bird.
Hot on the heels of the last podcast from Resonamce104.4FM, another podcast!
On The Bad Vicarage
Available to listen to with your lugholes, courtesy of Resonance104.4FM.
For your listening pleasure…
On The Plains Of Gath
From the people who brought you Hooting Yard On The Air, a new podcast that will have you gripping the edge of your seat…
Yippee! It’s the return of the Hooting Yard podcast!
On Barking Up The Wrong Tree
A number of readers and listeners have written to me on the subject of Hooting Yard podcasts, generally along the lines of “Oi, Mr Key! My life has become barren and empty and devoid of purpose and it is all your fault. Where once I could rely on weekly, or even twice-weekly, new Hooting Yard podcasts, nowadays they only turn up once in a blue moon. What in the name of heaven is going on?”
I ought to explain that I am as bewildered as my correspondents. Once a week, more or less, I go to the Resonance studio and babble into a microphone for half an hour, live on air. How any of what I say eventually finds its way onto the ethereal mews and boulevards of Interwebshire has always been a profound mystery to me.
However, I have good news for all those of you biting your pillows in despair. All episodes of Hooting Yard On The Air are now uploaded, regularly and promptly, to the ResonanceFM Hooting Yard Soundcloud Archive. As I write, there are twenty-eight shows online, with which to siphon out your ears. Turn on, tune in, yelp with glee!
If you wish to listen to Mr Key reading out the titles of all 168 out of print pamphlets by Dobson – and you do!, you do! – then all you have to do is point the pointy thing on your computer screen here, sit back, wring out your ears, and wallow for half an hour in the sheer glorious foolishness of it all.
Pamphlet cover design by Daniel Tomasch
Oi, you lot. This is a plea for money, and for once it is not an unseemly begging letter asking you to plop a few groats into the coffers of Mr Key’s Fund For Distressed Out Of Print Pamphleteers, though of course you can do that too. On this occasion, however, honour, duty, and sheer common sense calls you to send money, or indeed monies, to the world’s finest radio station. Here is what the powers that be at ResonanceFM have to say:
Dear Friends of Hooting Yard,
Resonance is currently trying to raise money to bolster its imminent application to Arts Council England. To this end, the radio station wants to build reserves – savings which indicate its financial resilience and which it can draw upon in exceptional circumstances.
If you enjoy Hooting Yard On The Air, please help us by donating to Resonance today. You can do this here on our website, or here via JustGiving.
And if you are a UK tax payer you can add value to your donation to our registered charity (number 290236) through GiftAid. All it takes is fifty listeners of Hooting Yard donating £10 each for us to reach this year’s target. Please mention Hooting Yard in your communication.
Resonance does not own a building, so has few material assets; nor does it charge for its service, so it very much relies on the generosity of you, its listeners. Please take a moment to show your appreciation of our broadcasts and secure the station’s future. Thank you!
Over at The Dabbler today, the final set of Brief Lives for the time being. This week features custard, a duck, and Canadian owls.
You can listen to some of these and other Brief Lives on yesterday’s Hooting Yard On The Air, now available on soundcloud. The show also includes a reading of The Pirate’s Tale by Janet Aichison (age five and a half).
Here is a newly-released podcast from ResonanceFM for your listening pleasure . .
On Gulls’ Eggs