Title: Radio Parade-EE-OH!
Jim "China Man" Jimjammer
big screen tells them what they want to hear, but do they
the place to be if you want to see or hear and cheer and have
beer. In this case we are referring to the biggest in the
littlest of radio from DJs who spin and play and win (us over).
The site was wide and open and warehouse-ish but perfect for
many pairs of headphones, many pairs of ears and total silence
from the outside.
gathering of players of all things noise and otherwise did
indeed gather at six or so different “stations”
that pumped out over six or so different frequencies. The
object of the game was to pay the admission fee, don the headphones,
and flip through your personal radio dial until you reached
the frequency home of one of the present presenters. Utilizing
razor-thin bandwidth, these disc-ing jockeys played all dem
hits during anywhere from 20-minute to 2-hours sets. The boldest
transmission wouldn’t reach more than 2 blocks from
the outside of the building, with most of the broadcasts not
even making it from one end of the indoor space to the other.
Nevertheless, we could SEE with our own EARS how the sights
correlated with the sounds and vice versa. And, if the bloody
screechy noisiness got you down, you could always flip to
WFME and check what the Zionists were up to.
on the photo parade:
to a different beat, not necessarily from the street, but
still really neat.
plink beep beep WOW!
video/radio show about a girl who either wishes she was or
actually is in outer space.
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J "CM" J
Blastitude, New England Satellite Office
"Fuzz-O" Dolman says: "What was the name of
this event again? The 2nd Annual I WISH I WAS HRVATSKI Convention?"