Playlist of The Kitchen Bang Bang Law, broadcast 11 Dec 18 on CKUT FM
First Pete Shelley set
Pete Shelley: Homosapiens (Dance Party Dub Mix) / I Don’t Know What It Is (Remixed Version) / Telephone Operator
Second Pete Shelley set
Pete Shelley: Sky Yen, part 2 (excerpt)
Sally Smmit and Her Musicians: Soundtrack of The Film Hangahar, side A (excerpt)
The Buzzcocks: Orgasm Addict (4 track demo October 1976) / Orgasm Addict (single November 1977) / Boredom / I Don’t Mind / Noise Annoys (Peel Session 10 Apr 78) / What Do I Get? / Love You More / Oh Shit! / Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve) / Something’s Gone Wrong Again / Everybody’s Happy Nowadays (Peel Session 18 Oct 78) / I Don’t Know What To Do With My Life
Third Pete Shelley set
The Buzzcocks: Hollow Inside / Are Everything / I Believe
Pete Shelley: They’re Coming For You
Fine Young Cannibals: Ever Fallen In Love (Extended Version)
The Obligatory but still very fine Cancon set
The Lytics: For My People
Cozy: Hip Hoppity
Kinnie Starr: Gotta Do Something
Orkestar Kriminal: El Corrido de Juan Meneses
Josh Thorpe: A Dance Song For Mary Margaret O’Hara
Jerusalem in my Heart: Wa Ta’atalat Loughat Al Kalam, Pt. IV
Last song
Elisapie: Ton Vieux Nom
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First set
Reading about Anne Waldman’s insomnia, in poem. Snatches of Elvis Costello running obsessively through my sleeplessness, “So you can cross her off your list.” Images of anticipated futures. Frankenstorm Sandy wreaks havoc, the Bounty is lost at sea. Is it Walter Benjamin’s fault, or is it the fault of the CKUT funding drive, or is it the power of Waldmanian suggestion that I toss and I turn tonight? Stood at the bus stop in front of the Y on Parc and watched the racing storm clouds obscure and reveal the glorious full moon face as if through smokey scrims of muslin. Better, but only at the outermost edge of illness, not yet back in the ‘pink’ of health. Anxiety buys books. Anne, I think we lose much sleep in our attempts to twist ourselves around like pretzels – yes, chocolate-coated mini pretzels salt-sweet on the tongue – trying to catch our own thoughts on the fly, like storm clouds, like Hugh Orr or Renée Forrestall studying their latest painting-in-progress in a mirror. The way Suzanne holds the mirror. Oh, that was a good ‘un right foot strokes left foot familiarly. The AGM sailing like a ship before a storm, and Lucia Kowaluk back in the hospital. How careless we all are, even when one of us might be slipping beneath the waves. We’ve shed our feelings so we can experience the cold of outer space – just trying it on for size, like we tried on city life, like we tried on agriculture, fire. But Thunder Bird cracked over Haida Gwai, Susan Musgrave reports. And we’re not in Kansas any more, Toto. No, terrible beauty on either coast tells its own tale – fury at our puny iron experiments and hubris and “pride and pity”.
