No sooner has Harmon begun his show, than he finds himself furry-handcuffed to the furniture by the smelly cohorts of Grungy Media, interventionist activists without a clue. They’ve invaded the studio and proceed to attempt a live coup of Resonance Radio.
What are their demands? Do they have any? Will they stop fighting with each other long enough to tell us anything?
Author: åbäke
www.radiogallery.org
Broadcast date: July 3, 2006
‘SEE THE SONG’ is an hour-long music program during which a velvet-voiced disc-Jockey describes record sleeves from the very famous to the most underground labels. Once a rather big (12 inch square) element, it has shrunk today to a tiny jpg on iPods – a perhaps dysfunctional yet natural evolution of the imagery associated with music. Our show celebrates the visual in its ultimate status: sound.
This show was recorded in a London pub, providing material for a blind pub quiz. It was recorded on Monday 3rd July at 8pm.
We are proud to present a montage of some of the shows you can hear on Resonance FM. The shows we publish on our podcast feeds are only a tiny selection of the audio broadcast on our FM service on 104.4 FM. If you live outside London you can pick up exactly the same sounds courtesy of our streaming audio feeds.
this show gets very very loud. it features a distorted preacher, a distorted cracklebox, and a distorted dating show manipulation to name a few. there’s some undistorted disappointment around the 18 minute mark too.
There are seven hotels. Their names are Crone, Crustacean, Flask, Infection, Miasma, Unbearable and Vagabond. Each is built of cheap and rusty metal and perched on the edge of a precipice. There are seven precipices, over each of which a scientist of note has plunged to a watery death during the past two weeks. In chronological order, those who plummeted were a botanist, a physicist, a phrenologist, an horologist, a laboratory git, a bacteriologist, and an uproariously-moustachioed vivisectionist.
Each had been a paying guest at one of the hotels, though none of them hurtled over the precipice upon which their own hotel teetered. The phrenologist, for example, breakfasted upon porridge in the Hotel Miasma, then threw herself from the pocked and crumbling cliff-face adjacent to the Crone Hotel.
Or was she pushed?
This episode was first broadcast on 14th December 2005.
Under a cloud of financial/general difficulties our host finds himself homeless, so woos us with his ’sonic portrait’ skills that showcase his potential as your personal in-house artist (if you grant him accommodation, that is). A marvellous gem from his music collection follows:
The conclusion to Frank Key’s exciting House of Turps. In this episode we learn of Slobodan Curpin’s fate, and also that of the twelve exiles of Hoon.
This episode of Hooting Yard on the Air was recorded on the 23rd of November 2005. Frank Key’s “House of Turps” has ISBN 1 871197 40 6.
Educational programming for the attention-deficient.
The esteemed Professor L. Ron Breful explores the facets of digital technology for your edification. L. Ron’s discourse is aided by his talking computer and frequently interrupted by his teenage daughter, Margaret.
Musical distractions are provided by L. Ron himself and a whole lotta tourists watching girls bang a gong.
Following the well-trodden path of saying “hello†on radio and suchlike, attempts are made to orientate the listener as fully as humanly possible. However, the introduction is stripped of all credibility and matter-of-factness, as the dialogue was recorded in anti-realtime from within a phase inverted superelectromagnetic space-chamber which interferes with one’s perception of time.
I have it on good authority that in spite of the embarrassing proclamations herein, his parents are still proud of him; mainly because of the anti-realtime time disruption facilitator thingybob, a difficult thing to build indeed.
Tracks proceed thusly:
The long-awaited first volume in Frank Key’s important 26-part history of the House of Turps. In this introductory work, Key outlines the bilge and the bindweed, the dust and the dribble, the whelk and the drudge. The true founder of the House of Turps is here revealed for the first time, vile and crumpled and stinking of ragwort; not unlike the author himself.
After listening, the author asks you not to hurl your iPod over a precipice.
This story was originally published in 1989 in a limited print-run of 300 copies. For those who like to keep track of these things, a second edition was produced as a special gift for subscribers to the ReR Quarterly. This episode of Hooting Yard was recorded on the 16th of November 2005.
