March 11th, 2005.

The radio show on WRNR, 103.1 FM went surprisingly smoothly. Despite trying to fit us, Eighty1South, Ward Morgan and the Johnny B Band all into one 20 minute slot (and later into one elevator), we executed the whole thing with machine-like well-oiled precision. I even performed LooseN standing on one leg so’s as to get the mic and my mouth close to the same microphone.

Speaking of unicorns... I made myself a little under-the-sea unicorn nest in my old room in the basement of my parents' house.
Speaking of unicorns… I made myself a little under-the-sea unicorn nest in my old room in the basement of my parents’ house.
So, then Justin did this project for school. It involves break ups, and many pictures were taken of him having water thrown at him, being slapped, and even having things set on fire
So, then Justin did this project for school. It involves break ups, and many pictures were taken of him having water thrown at him, being slapped, and even having things set on fire

I have a lot of affection for RNR. It’s got a college radio feel but with lots of experienced people who’ve been on the local radio scene for years. It’s got that freedom, and that seat-of-the-pants almost stunt-flying style that I think really appeals to the adventurous kid inside of us. Walls covered in posters, signatures and stickers, and friendly people genuinely excited by the constant stream of original music that floods through the doors. It’x one of the only havens for original music on MD radio dial.s

Damian Einstein, as usual, just glowed while listening. He has an intensity that is rare, even among music lovers – radiating his appreciation for what he hears. It’s been several years since we were last in his studio and it was good to be there again, even with the rushed circumstances.

After the Russanonymous showcase (which was what we were all part of) there was a performer who I unfortunately have completely forgotten the name of – Billy? – with a beaten leather jacket and a faded cowboy hat. I’m not completely sure what I was expecting. It’s always so tricky judging a performer by their appearance, but his gravelly voice cut into our goodbyes and had Heather and I and all the rest clustered around the studio door, peering in. Good slide guitar, good blues. It’s good to watch the PROFESSIONALS play. He wasn’t flashy, and you knew what chord was coming next. But it was solid, and it was real.

After RNR, Heather and I came back to my parents’ house for the night where I mistakenly sat on my Dad. It was rude, and I know that. I didn’t mean to sit on him, but I did. Sigh. Fortunately, he’s recovered, and he’s snoozing as Heather and I watch Fantasia 2000. I had forgotten how cool the Firebird was. The whole last piece very much reminds me of the Last Unicorn (which Heather had meant to bring with us to watch tonight). It makes me wish they’d get on with the Live action remake that’s supposedly in the works.

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