The great thing about Indianapolis is that if a band you like isn’t necessarily knocking on your back door, you can always find them playing in a nearby city. Go Go, Midwest. Last week, there were TWO such happenings — Ra Ra Riot in Louisville and Delta Spirit in Bloomington.
I talked to my wallet about [...]
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Bloomington Debauchery, Chapter Twenty-Seven.
A Blue and Yellow Lining?
On My Current Job Situation
This is my last night working at the radio station. I have outlasted ALL other board operators that were working here when I started a year and a half ago. If there is one thing that I will miss most, it will be Talking Music with the DJs, Todd in particular. [...]
PWNED!
I had this seventeen-year-old kid call into the station tonight…
“You guys play Sufjan Stevens?”
We don’t. We play a lot of cool shit at this station, but Sufan is not one of them. And that’s okay, because…well..you don’t just play Sufjan Stevens…especially for this target demographic. This kid was so proud that he had just discovered Sufjan, [...]
I reccommend…
6 am Saturday on Little 5 Weekend, and I’m working at the radio station.
Why? Because I put the Big Girl pants on, and I’m helping a sister out. I must admit, it is nice to be working when there’s light outside. And Jesse, in the AM studio next door, is here to talk to.
Did I mention in [...]
While You Were Sleeping…
Best part about being up at 4:10 am? VH1 played Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees” video.
Fuck yes. I haven’t seen that in years.
I told you that bitch was crazy…
There is a crazy lady who calls into the station all the time. I know I talk about such crazy ladies, but this is THE crazy lady — EVERYONE is familiar with her.
Anyway, last time she called in, she asked me if I had heard that Paul McCartney was coming to Indianapolis on his next world [...]
Last Post of the Day, I promise…
Working the overnight shift, you get the drunks calling in every once and a while…
It’s nearing 5 am and I get a call from this lady who’s trying to tell me that her friend is turning 40, can I please play Touch of Grey by the Dead?
A hippie can’t deny a Dead request. As I [...]
I’m Jenn.
During the summer at WTTS, when I would come in to work overnights, I would usually have the janitor, Jerry, to keep me company for the first hour or so. Jerry was a sixty-something Hoosier who was quite a talker. A real good ol’ boy. He’d be finishing up his duties for the night around the time [...]
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Working at WTTS now, I just answered the phone, and on the other end was a woman whose voice can only be compared to a character Tracey Ullman would create. You know, a very nasal-based voice from someone who refuses for fully open her mouth to form syllables.
Obviously drunk/high, she talked about how when people [...]
In Which I Complain about my Job. Again. OR: Why Didn’t I Go to Graduate School?
I can’t win. I can’t fucking win.
I got the go-ahead to have the following days off from Best Buy:
– Sunday December 25 (obviously) through Wednesday December 28th. Figured, I could work the Saturday December 24 overnight at WTTS, and drive home afterwards to make it in time for Christmas breakfast. A good couple days off. [...]
One thing you may not know about me…
Whenever we play Walking in Memphis, by Marc Cohn, during that the line that goes:
“She said, tell me are you a Christian child/ an’ and said, ma’am I am tonight…”
I sing it at the top of my lungs, enough for the whole building (with no one in it) to hear.
Every. Time.
Freefallin’
I’m looking down on 7th and Walnut at bar-goers stumbling out of Kilroy’s Sports. Tonight, many are in costume: a slutty angel, a man in drag, Fratty McFrat-Frat…
Me, I’m dressed up as “Music dork in glasses and cashmere cardigan, working an overnight shift.”
Jenn, on the Job Search.
I’m finding that, when you work 50-some hours a week, the energy [...]
Running Down a Snack.
I just went down to the second-floor vending machine because I’ve exhausted the snack options up here on the fourth floor. I literally spent about five minutes contemplating whether I should choose Cooler Ranch Doritos or Nacho Cheesier Doritos. This is the type of decision-making that happens at the radio station at 1:41 am. Problem solved [...]
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It’s 2:30 am. Do you know where your Jenn is?
…At the radio station, naturally, and in about three hours, I’ll be making the 360-mile trek up to the north country. I’m saying Yes! to Michigan.
I haven’t been home since…:: actually goes back into LJ archives to look up:: since July 15th? It’s been awhile, then! [...]
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If you’re playing the home game, I love Bob Dylan. Still. God. Why wasn’t I alive 1966 so I could relish in this moment:
At this point in the post, I will plug Scorcese’s No Direction Home. Buy it. But not at Best Buy #858 (annihilate!); we’re sold out.
Speaking of selling out, it’s time for me [...]
