Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Something to pass the time...
I think the greatness of this song may be partly obscured by the antediluvian video, but here you have it.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The Return
It's a new year for Liner Notes . . .
A new Development Director . . .
A new era.
Well, okay, maybe only the first two. WMCN goes back on the air tomorrow, but those of you who have ventured into the blogosphere can take a look at the first edition of Liner Notes of the year today! Paper copies of Liner Notes will be available in all the usual places, and maybe a few more, Monday. And trust me, there will be less of the ramblings of "Steve Saccharin" (aka moi), and more cool stuff, in the October 1st issue.
For now, Enjoy.
It's a new year for Liner Notes . . .
A new Development Director . . .
A new era.
Well, okay, maybe only the first two. WMCN goes back on the air tomorrow, but those of you who have ventured into the blogosphere can take a look at the first edition of Liner Notes of the year today! Paper copies of Liner Notes will be available in all the usual places, and maybe a few more, Monday. And trust me, there will be less of the ramblings of "Steve Saccharin" (aka moi), and more cool stuff, in the October 1st issue.
For now, Enjoy.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Here's something I just read in The Onion. I decline to weigh in on whether it is true or not.
The Hater's Guide to people to avoid at college
College Radio-Station Managers
No one, not Secret Service agents, Green Berets, or Werner Herzog, takes themselves and their position in the world as seriously as college radio-station managers. Those who manage college radio stations don't treat it as an activity, a hobby, or even a job. They consider the station their own personal fiefdom, even if it's a fiefdom that no one listens to, with a crappy studio, two decent mics, and a soundboard from 1979.
The Hater's Guide to people to avoid at college
College Radio-Station Managers
No one, not Secret Service agents, Green Berets, or Werner Herzog, takes themselves and their position in the world as seriously as college radio-station managers. Those who manage college radio stations don't treat it as an activity, a hobby, or even a job. They consider the station their own personal fiefdom, even if it's a fiefdom that no one listens to, with a crappy studio, two decent mics, and a soundboard from 1979.