Thump and Growl is back! (Kiiiinda.)
It’s been two months since WBAI cancelled my show, and I’ve not
yet given much thought to where Thump and Growl will land. Girl’s been busy. I
can, however, announce the launch of something I’m feeling wicked squealy
about. Video network Waywire.com has installed me as curator of their new
Genre Whiplash Channel.
Video has limitations radio doesn’t, and vice versa. I’ll be
navigating those trade-offs, creating what I hope will feel like a visual
version of my radio show, though more easily sharable, more reliably archived,
and customizable in that you can repeat songs you dig, and skip songs you
don’t. You’ll even be seeing my chirpy-ass visage from time to time. (It’s in
my contract.) (The visage part, not the chirpy.) And consider the math…
<> Percentage of the gig I can perform whilst wearing only my undiepants: 97%
<> Number of “jerks
at work”: 0 (unless you count me)
<> Days per year I’ll
have to set the alarm for ungodly:30 in the am, climb over snowbanks with wet
hair, and ride a bus and two trains at least one of which will smell like balls,
all before I’m even fully awake: < 11
<> Months annually
spent fundraising: Zero. You heard me.
<> Number of Carlin
words I can use without the FCC fining my employer: All of ‘em. Every
motherfucking one.
I’ve
already been working for Waywire since last Fall, as curator of the Body Image
Channel, and they’re good people. Competent, professional, innovating
grown-ups, wielding the tools of the 21st century. And they’re
paying me to do something I’d be doing anyway.
Will I
still find Thump and Growl a new radio home? Dunno. We’ll see. If so, I can do
both. I have the strength of ten men, y’know.
Many
thanks to the friends who’ve inspired some of these inclusions, including Rich,
Reesh, Kwame, Rebecca, Hans, Leon, Joy, Peter, Mark, and probably Bob. Also
most likely Jay. And almost certainly David.
Come
peruse the channel and say hey, why don’t ya? Then return for freshly added
videos daily(ish). New stuff, old stuff, trippy stuff, rarities. I’m already
having an alarming amount of fun.