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Friday, March 22, 2002
11:59 a.m.

This is now an archive page. For the latest bugs creeping out of Mr. Guano's brain, go here.

Wednesday, March 20, 2002
03:33 p.m.

Corpse Show Not Illegal

Hey, the Kalamazoo Museum has had its mummy on display for years, and nobody even asked that guy for permission to be shown to gawking school children a couple thousand years in the future.

I wouldn't donate my body to this exibit, but I'd sell it. I'd want the money now, and there'll be no talk of me going to work for Herr von Hagens until I'm good and ready.

Tuesday, March 19, 2002
10:23 a.m.

Yow. Excitement Machine has doubled our hitrate by mentioning our lively background music Flash device. I was going to just steal their great link to the Ted Nugent advise page, but most of you have seen that, I bet, since you're all coming from there.

When in doubt, I whip it out/I got me a Mac-made weblog/it's a free-for-all!

Sunday, March 17, 2002
03:54 p.m.

I'm in trouble now. Just found a new online record store, and they take credit card orders over the web.

Guess what I just ordered. No, guess. No, not that. Look at their ... yes, that. You'll hear it on SwaG!as soon as we get it.

Look at their list of found sounds, field recordings and oddities. Of course they have Dion McGregor.

Sunday, March 17, 2002
02:12 p.m.

The studious little boys and girls of Western Michigan University riot once agian.

Jim Cousineau, a business marketing major, said he thought the scene was great.

"There should be more riots," he said. "They bring out the best in Western."

Riots, he said, are "a great way to relieve stress."

Dude! Why's My Car On Fire?

We shouldn't blame all WMU students on this. We should just blame the personality types who go into business and/or marketing.

Sunday, March 17, 2002
01:57 p.m.

More Morpheous news: Morpheus has installed "anti-piracy" feature in its software, which causes a song to vanish after it is played a few times.

There is a catch: it will apply the anti-piracy measure only to benefit artists who do business with Morpheus....

My friend who uses Morpheus just let us know that, contrary to my advise, they used Morpheus without downloading the new version. It seemed to work just fine. So do you need to upgrade to this new, crippled version?

Sunday, March 17, 2002
01:45 p.m.

A look at how technology changes music.

Friday, March 15, 2002
02:54 p.m.

The Shrine To Don Knotts

Friday, March 15, 2002
02:23 p.m.

How many of you would dare enter... The Bunghole Liquors?

Friday, March 15, 2002
02:08 p.m.

I, uh, have this friend who used to use Morpheus before they had some strange catostrophic problem. Now there's a new Morpheus, but word on the street isn't too positive. So here's a long MetaFilter thread with news and links and advise for those in the same boat. Same boat as my friend.

Thursday, March 14, 2002
12:13 p.m.

I usually avoid listening to web radio, even though it is the last hope of the concept we know as "radio," because web radio involves some fustrating struggle with RealPlayer and crappy sound and my phone connection getting choaked and swearing and the smoke coming out of the iMac and oh that monkey's gonna pay, flavin...

But I got through a number of cuts of Dob's Machine, which has a Mad Magazine thing I don't have, and features a song that I played on SwaG! last night, and has a cut from a cheeze-ball futuristic "Journey to the Moon" '69 album I now have to find.

Wednesday, March 13, 2002
09:35 a.m.

Since The Excitement Machine has been leading the way for some people to this page through their links, here is a link to them. If only such tits for tats could be the norm in the Middle East.

EM has a lovely selection of scans from a 1980 JC Penny catalog. Here's something I call It's Ladies' Night!

Tuesday, March 12, 2002
09:41 a.m.

Native American students at the University of Northern Colorado have started a basketball team called "The Fighting Whities."

Monday, March 11, 2002
04:04 p.m.

Chuck Barris, A Man, And His Music

Sunday, March 10, 2002
01:49 p.m.

Sure, I want one. With ads like that, how could you not want one?

Friday, March 8, 2002
03:54 p.m.

John Ashcroft and Ed McMahon would like you to keep an eye out in you neighborhood for any non-normal activities.

You can help! Join the Strategic Network of Intelligence on Terrorism in our Communities and Homeland today!

Friday, March 8, 2002
03:18 p.m.

Attorney General John Ashcroft believes calico cats are a sign of the devil: Undetermined.

Snopes looks into this claim about Ascroft's fear of Satan pussies.

Thursday, March 7, 2002
07:33 a.m.

They're creepy and they're kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They're all together ooky,
The Osbourne Family.

Tuesday, March 5, 2002
12:24 p.m.

Jello Biafra talks, reveals darkest DK secret.

I didn't realize until years later what a huge influence Red Skelton was in my stage demeanor with the band.

Tuesday, March 5, 2002
10:57 a.m.

Okay, probably a lot of you have long learned to avoid this page because of my constant Republican bashing, but here is an example where I think the Democrats are being idiots under the spell of big corporate intrests.

Monday, March 4, 2002
12:24 p.m.

President Kerry?

Monday, March 4, 2002
12:14 p.m.

John Ashcroft orders all to sing a joyful song!

Mr Ashcroft's staff are complaining that printed versions of the song are being distributed at meetings so that they will be able to join in.

When asked why she opposed the workplace singalong, one of the department's lawyers said: "Have you heard the song? It really sucks."

Monday, March 4, 2002
07:37 a.m.

Looks like the Grammy's was a bit unusual this year.

That people within the music industry itself—professionals with “creative or technical credits on at least six commercially released tracks” —voted it the year’s best album was either a statement of the abiding values that got them into this business, or a gesture of self-loathing.

What album? Could it have actually been played on SwaG! at one point? And it was never touched by commercial radio???

Monday, March 4, 2002
07:10 a.m.

Morpheus has been attacked in some way, by who, who knows.

Sunday, March 3, 2002
04:54 p.m.

Random link: Ceck out our milking cow

Sunday, March 3, 2002
02:25 p.m.

So, if Washington did get nuked, or anthraxed, or dirty-nuked, or whatever those crafty terrorists could patch together as a weapon of mass distruction, then we'd have a Bush administration shadow government that would not be ham-strung by a pesky congress.

By the way, Lott and Hastert weren't sure if they knew about the Shadow Government or not.

Friday, March 1, 2002
01:23 p.m.

OhGodohGodohGodohGod... Ashcroft sings.

Let the Eagle soar, like she's never sroared before.

Friday, March 1, 2002
12:51 p.m.

I've seen some of you get to this site via search terms that go something like "morpheus broken," or "morhpeus shutdown."

I haven't used Morpheus late--er, I've never used Morpheus. I see that they indeed are haveing problems, and the RIAA are screeching "Gotcha!"

Thursday, February 28, 2002
12:43 p.m.

Dion McGregor, talking while awake.

DMcG: That wasn't my idea, either. I have two guys that I room with, and I was disturbing them. And one morning, one of them said, "Have your coffee and listen to this," and it was me. That's how it started. Up till then, they'd been waking me saying, "You're talking again."

LJN: Do you have any recollection of a dream, if somebody wakes you?

DMcG: An overall thing. Nothing like I hear, though. You know, the detail of it is incredible.

Wednesday, February 27, 2002
02:56 p.m.

Fuck the Grammy's.

SwaG! this evening will celebrate the Grammy's by playing the recording of a man talking in his sleep. It'll be much more entertaining than a multi-million dollar circle of kiss-ass, trust me.

Wednesday, February 27, 2002
01:20 p.m.

Moore Vrs. O'Reilly

Wednesday, February 27, 2002
01:01 p.m.

Dr. Bones, a great Kalamazoo blues man, has passed on.

Monday, February 25, 2002
01:49 p.m.

Meet the new hot'n'juicy KISS radio burger, new from Clear Channel!

Mr. Michaels compares his model to McDonald’s Corp.’s franchise system. “A McDonald’s manager may get his arms around the local community, but there are certain elements of the product that are constant,” he says. “You may in some parts of the country get pizza and in some parts of the country get chicken, but the Big Mac is the Big Mac. How we apply those principles to radio we’re still figuring out.”

CC is putting legal pressure on all non-CC stations using the word "kiss" as their name. The story isn't clear as to what they're doing to the only station with the call letters KISS-FM. Maybe they can get the FCC to force them to change.

All this is happening because of automated radio technology, of course. ...now a disc jockey could put together a perfect five-hour shift in less than an hour, using a computerized system that lets the DJ hear just the end of one song and the beginning of the next."

Remember, when I do SwaG!, I actually have to sit through ALL THE SONGS I PLAY. So sad, so primitive. Horse-and-buggy, man. But that kind of motivates me to not play shit I can't stand, and to avoid playing things over and over until I get sick of it.

So alright, Kalamazoo, are you ready to rock?!? Here's a great tune by Creed, who rocked Wings Stadium not to long ago...

Monday, February 25, 2002
11:12 a.m.

And the first SwaG! Shut The Fuck Up Already, You Ass Award goes to...

Saturday, February 23, 2002
12:06 p.m.

Stunning, and a turnaround.

In a stunning turnaround, a district court judge ruled Friday that the five major record labels must prove they own thousands of music copyrights. And prove those copyrights weren't used to monopolize and stifle the distribution of digital music.

Friday, February 22, 2002
04:10 p.m.

...for a century and a half now, America and Japan have formed one of the great and enduring alliances of modern times. From that alliance has come an era of peace in the Pacific.

It must've been later when Our Idiot President vaguely remembered a movie he saw once, that one about "The Three Toras" or something like that, and let the transcribers know that they were to fix things again.

But the unfixed speech is here.

Friday, February 22, 2002
03:58 p.m.

You spent it?!? What do you mean, you spent it?

...Finally, there's line 47. You haven't heard about that, but you will.

Here's the story. The Bush administration didn't want to give those famous $300 rebate checks; its original plan would have pumped hardly any money into the economy last year. Under prodding from Democrats the plan was changed to incorporate immediate cash outlays. But those outlays were included only grudgingly, and with a catch: they really weren't rebates. Instead, they were merely advances on future tax cuts.

What that means is that most taxpayers, when they reach line 47 of their 1040's, will discover that they owe $300 more in taxes than they expected. In other words, the one piece of the Bush tax cut that probably did help the economy last year is about to be snatched away. The direct monetary impact will be significant; the psychological impact, as taxpayers realize that they've been misled, may be even greater.

Thursday, February 21, 2002
10:31 a.m.

Handy phrases for travelers. English to French, Spanish and German.

Did your face get that way in the war?
C'est à la guerre que vous vous êtes fait cette tête ?
¿Qué le pasó a su cara? ¿Fue en la guerra?
Ist dein Gesicht im Krieg so geworden?

Don't "imperialist pig" me, my good man.
Fichez-moi la paix avec votre "cochon impérialiste", mon petit bonhomme.
¡Váyase usted al cuerno con su "cerdo imperialista", hombre!
Nenn du mich nicht "imperialistisches Schwein", mein Lieber.

No, I've always enjoyed simple-minded ethnic humor.
Non, je suis passionné par l'humour racial crétin.
¡Pero claro que me encantan los chistes raciales idióticos!
Nein, ich habe schon immer flache rassistische Witze gemocht.

Wednesday, February 20, 2002
03:18 p.m.

See photos of last Saturday's KPOWW women's wrestling event. I'm the one in the purple hood. Dick Bruiser is the one looking like some goddamned long-haired rock'n'roll star. Photos by Casey Y. Spring.

Wednesday, February 20, 2002
03:10 p.m.

"The good Lord didn't see fit to put oil and gas only where there are democratically elected regimes friendly to the United States. Occasionally we have to operate in places where, all things considered, one would not normally choose to go. But, we go where the business is." --Halliburton CEO Richard B. Cheney, "Defending Liberty in a Global Economy," Delivered at the Collateral Damage Conference, Cato Institute June 23, 1998.

Okay, Dick, sometimes we got to do bidness with the bad guys to make lots of money. One's loyalties should be to the company and the shareholders first, and to one's political point of view, political future and one's country second, third and fourth. But don't lie about it.

Wednesday, February 20, 2002
11:54 a.m.

As John Lydon once screamed, "WHY? WHY? WHY'D YA HAVE TO LIE!?!?!?"

From ABC's "This Week" with Sam Donaldson from August, 2000:

Donaldson: I'm told, and correct me if I'm wrong, that Halliburton, through subsidiaries, was actually trying to do business in Iraq?

Cheney: No. No. I had a firm policy that I wouldn't do anything in Iraq - even arrangements that were supposedly legal.

As gwbush.com wrote, I guess ABC doesn't have much of a budget for research, because Sam Donaldson failed to cite any sources or documents to challenge Cheney. (Who was it who "told" Sam about the deal? A cab driver? The janitor? Didn't ABC have documents or other sources? The deals, after all, were public and had to be cleared by an international sanctions committee.)

Anyway, this was all in an email alert from gwbush.com, telling us: While Dick Cheney was its CEO, Halliburton sold more technology to Saddam Hussein than any other U.S. corporation. From 1998 to 2001, at least two Halliburton subsidiaries sold Iraq $23.8 million worth of oil industry parts and equipment. These deals were arranged by Halliburton and routed through subsidiaries to avoid political exposure. More than any other U.S. company, Cheney's Halliburton helped Iraq restore its ability to earn the money to develop weapons of mass destruction.

Hmmm... Sometimes we have to be careful not to fall under the spell of left-wing hyperbole. But what's this story from The Financial Times telling us? Is this just old news? It's from Nov. of 2000, and Cheney hasn't sold anything to Iraq for a year and a half now, that we know of.

Sunday, February 17, 2002
04:05 p.m.

GOP threatens to sue www.enronownsthegop.com, says it's going to confuse people into thinking it's the real web site for the Texas GOP.

In other words, Republicans think you're stupid. And they are using lawyers to stop a critical site. No news here.

The site really isn't fair. Enron has given money to Democrats, also, as the liberal media points out over and over. It's just that Enron gave 73% of its donations to Republicans. So Enron only owns 73% of the GOP.

Friday, February 15, 2002
12:33 p.m.

A Valentine, just for You!

What? It's the 15th? That was yesterday? No, don't... No! Come back! Ah luv you, honey! AAHHH... I'm so alone.

The above link is for all you who were made to feel alone and left out yesterday. It's a homemade email valentine, made by the guy who's holding the balloon. It was forwarded to somebody who forwarded it to me, on the condition that I don't give you his name. You wouldn't know him, anyway.

And because I didn't do it yesterday, I am thanking you all for donating to WIDR and to SwaG!. Wednesday night we got almost $400 in pledges. And be sure to come down to Pappa Pete's Saturday night for KPPOW! women's wrestling. I and Dick Bruiser, my announcing partner from the old Big Time Wrestling days will be at the mic. I hope that goddamn hippy got a haircut... that's why we were kicked off the gig in the first place... anyway. And there will be SwaG! stickers for all who care. Go here for all the details.

Thursday, February 14, 2002
03:14 p.m.

"Gumnaam," the film from which the Indian go-go number "Jan Pahechan Ho," which you've heard on SwaG!, is from. I just got the "Ghost World" dvd which has the entire "video" of the song. It's a freaky wacky frenzy of colorfull 1965 Bollywood rock'n'roll action, and it looks like the movie is just as swell. And, we should mention, that it's in the horror/musical genre. I must have this movie...

One by one the visitors die over the following two evenings, but that doesn't stop them from indulging in a little beach party, a drunken duet, and an elaborate MGM-style dance fantasia in between all of the screaming and dead bodies.

Thursday, February 14, 2002
02:36 p.m.

Get ready to Iraq 'n' roll.

A US state department official said he thought it very unlikely that the Iraqi regime would be prepared to accept the stringent programme of inspections the US will demand.

As the American intelligence source put it, the White House "will not take yes for an answer", suggesting that Washington would provoke a crisis. He added that he expected the war to begin soon after the May ultimatum.

So, even if Saddam gets sane, he's screwed. And since he's probably sane enough to know he's screwed, look for him to--as the story hints at--do something desperately, insanely, destructive.

Wednesday, February 13, 2002
01:56 p.m.

Yes, it's true, we can now bitch about the "president" again.

Wednesday, February 13, 2002
12:30 p.m.

If you get a call from somebody selling something, do whatever you can to keep them on the phone for as long as you can. Or just ask them to please hold, I need to get my credit card (or something like that) and put down the reciever without hanging up. The revolution has begun...

Most of the time, I never even got to finish saying, "Hi, my name is Steve Rubenstein and I'm calling on behalf of . . ." before I would hear the Click.

Every few seconds, another click. Over and over. Click, click, click, click,

click. We newbies were getting plenty frustrated. The head guy came over and said not to be discouraged, because quick clicks, as he called them, were a phone solicitor's friends.

The true enemy, he said, were lonely people who kept you on the line for five or 10 minutes, and still didn't fork over any dough.

I know a lady who pretends to be either crazy or deaf, and talks like she's convinced they're selling her potatoes. "Potatoes--why, I don't want any potatoes."

Tuesday, February 12, 2002
02:04 p.m.

If I don't get at least $500 in donations to WIDR tomorrow, I'm going to change SwaG! to Xtream SwaG! With Xplodin' Green Slime Gush!!!, and I'll only play music connected to Disney's Zoog!, music for today's active 12-year-old, whatever the fuck that is.

Tuesday, February 12, 2002
01:11 p.m.

Better pull that weed, it might be a Monsanto brand Round-Up Ready Canola sprout. But if it's growing on your dirt, then it's obvious you're stealing intillectual property, you plant pirate. Why don't you go back to stealing candy from babies, you bully.

Tuesday, February 12, 2002
01:04 p.m.

A grown man wearing only a nappy is waving a gun.

Sometimes I like to take a sentence from its context and look at it with awe and wonder. To add anything else ruins the spell that that sentence, all by itself, can cast upon the imagination.

Monday, February 11, 2002
11:42 a.m.

Oh god.

Bruni writes that Bush often lifted his pinkie to the corner of his mouth to mimic the Dr. Evil character in the Powers flicks.

Sunday, February 10, 2002
06:53 p.m.

I've had a lot of coffee today. So I have to hold bck from exploding like muthafunkin' pissed-off t'n't atom bomb mutha ....

Okay, calm down. Deep breath.

This.

On Nov. 30, Enron officials hand themselves $55 million in muthaflickin' "retention" bonuses. On Dec. 2, they went bankruupt and announced that laid-off emplyoees were to get jack-shit.

According to one former senior executive, Enron's original severance package -- subsequently scrapped -- cost $120 million and would have provided each employee approximately $30,000 in severance on average. That plan was reduced, then discarded. Instead, at least $105 million was distributed in executive bonuses.

Thank God our "President" (the quotes are going back up, ladies and gentelmen--irony just came back to life) didn't buckle under and help out Kenny Boy. Dubya's got some balls, after all. He's no one's bitch.

But then, they got other big companies to help out.

Friday, February 8, 2002
06:54 p.m.

Semi Random Links:

Chun King Record. From a time when they put Chinese people on Chinese food packages, so you'd know what you were getting. They also put records on the package, so... I really don't know why.

Everlasting Blort, disturbed blog where I found this.

Friday, February 8, 2002
03:05 p.m.

Read about KPOWW, the Kalamazoo Precint of Women's Wresteling. They'll be tearing up the mat Feb. 16, as part of WIDR Week.

Speaking of WIDR Week, the hand-crafted SwaG! t-shirts, stickers and color mini-posters will be on sale Sunday afternoon at the WIDR Garage Sale. Designs range from cheesy to tacky. All money will go to WIDR of course.

Friday, February 8, 2002
12:41 p.m.

Groovy! RealAudio chunk of 1968 radio. When DJs had STYLE-style-style-style, and probably took a lot of speed.

Allyouhippiesaregroovin'outonThe Monkeysit'sUNBALEVABLE!!!

From www.reelradio.com

Thursday, February 7, 2002
03:33 p.m.

Hey, please remember, that WIDR Week starts this Sunday. Time to support noncommercial, independent, radio.

Wednesday, February 6, 2002
03:58 p.m.

Dirt, dirt, dirt: Bush, Rove, Cheney, Enron, Reed. Enron did a little favor, had somebody who specilizes in rightwing Christian attacks do a little "John McCain is a Homo-Lover" back in the 2000, South Carolina primaries.

Also, Cheney told Sam Donaldson in August 2000 that as the head of Halliburton he had a firm policy that he wouldn’t do any business with Iraq, including "even arrangements that were supposedly legal." But the Financial Times eventually revealed that Cheney actually oversaw $23.8 million in sales to Iraq in 1998 and 1999. "Cheney," Cave reported, "who collected a $36 million salary before becoming vice president, essentially profited from the destruction of Iraq that he oversaw as secretary of defense during the Gulf War."

You ever play the game of "What's that Smell?" Where something stinks, and you know it's not you, and it's coming a bit from over there, a bit from over here...

Wednesday, February 6, 2002
03:43 p.m.

http://www.sharpeworld.com/

Wednesday, February 6, 2002
11:32 a.m.

This just in from FOX News via the NYPost:

KISS's (Knights In Satan's Service) Gene Simmons Is Obnoxious, NPR's (Normal Pulblic Radio) Terry Gross is Offended

At one point, Gross asked Simmons about his "studded codpiece."

"It holds my manhood; otherwise it would be too much for you to take," Simmons said.

Tuesday, February 5, 2002
02:25 p.m.

Great stuff to know if you ever end up in prison. Great stuff to know for motivation to keep out of prison.

But one problem: If you are arrogant to other prisoners, you'll alienate them and create many enemies. This could prove fatal.

Wouldn't it seem arrogant if I refuse to borrow a pack of cigs, or if I turn down an offer to become someone's punk, or shun the booty bandits and Jailhouse pimps?

Sunday, February 3, 2002
03:42 p.m.

More Lynde!

Peter Marshall: According to the old song, "At night, when you're asleep, into your tent I'll creep." Who am I?

Paul Lynde: The scoutmaster!

Sunday, February 3, 2002
01:45 p.m.

Michigan's favorite blowhard--not Ted Nugent--connects all the dots between Enron and Bush, and makes all sorts of unfair assumptions that are pretty reasonable to make.

Friday, February 1, 2002
04:24 p.m.

I Knew Dick Nixon, I Worked For Dick Nixon--And Dick Cheney, You're Worse Than Dick Nixon

John Dean dissects the GAO v. Cheney fight. Dick Cheney, like Dick Nixon, is too smart and shrewd to take a stand on a makeshift principle for no reason. There is a reason Cheney has decided to take the heat and political fallout from resisting GAO's request; the reason is that the alternative, of giving GAO access to the information it wants, would, from Cheney's perspective, be worse. As fine and dedicated a public servant as he is - he is stonewalling. This is how a cover-up begins.

Friday, February 1, 2002
03:20 p.m.

Kryekie! Australian buys Kazaa tells Netherlands to get stuffed.

Friday, February 1, 2002
12:12 p.m.

If You Can't Stand The Heat, Get Out Of That Place That Is Hot

Record companies suddenly asked for a temporary suspension in their copyright lawsuit against Napster after the judge went with Napster's request to look into labels' use, or abuse, of copyrighted materials.

The labels say they got their reasons, the New York Times reports, but Aram Sinnreich, a music industry analyst with Jupiter Media Metrix, said the industry was "lying" about its motives. The companies are facing a Justice Department investigation into antitrust issues with respect to their approach to licensing music to Internet companies, and Mr. Sinnreich said they were seeking to preserve "the secrecy they've enjoyed."

"They're already on the grill," he said. "The last thing they need is anyone throwing more charcoal on it."

Thursday, January 31, 2002
03:08 p.m.

Damn hippies.

Thursday, January 31, 2002
12:35 p.m.

Calico kitties and nekkid statues, John Ashcroft's kryptonite.

Shortly after becoming Attorney General, John Ashcroft was headed abroad.  An advance team showed up at the American embassy in the Hague to check out the digs, saw cats in residence, and got nervous.  They were worried there might be a calico cat.  No, they were told, no calicos.  Visible relief.  Their boss, they explained, believes calico cats are signs of the devil.  (The advance team also spied a statue of a naked woman in the courtyard and discussed the possibility of its being covered for the visit, though that request was not ultimately made.)

Wednesday, January 30, 2002
12:29 p.m.

Peter Marshall: When Richard Nixon was Vice-President, he went someplace on a "good will mission," but instead wound up being stoned and shouted at. Where did this take place?

Paul Lynde: Pat's room .

Paul Lynde Hollywood Square Zingers!

Also, in an unrelated (though quite '70s) link, Suzi Quatro video. Man, she's so foxy. Much more foxy than Gary Glitter. I know we've got her album at WIDR. Hmmm...

Both links from Mister Pants, who has much more than what I can offer here. So go, go see him. Sure, I have no problem with that. This is an open relationship, isn't it? I'll just be here, sitting, waiting for your return. You always come back.

Wednesday, January 30, 2002
11:44 a.m.

Read about The Cherry Sisters, quite likely the worst act in American history.

Tuesday, January 29, 2002
03:04 p.m.

Get Your Enr On

Tuesday, January 29, 2002
01:19 p.m.

Sitting through a Creed concert is almost as dull as reading the lyrics from Counting Crows songs. So this reviewer was spared that fate when Creed through a hissy-fit over a record review and banned anyone from his paper from reviewing their show.

Still, he had a job to do.

In the end, I decided to maintain a respectful distance while trying to do my job. I positioned myself on the west side of the arena with a sophisticated eavesdropping device. OK, I was leaning on the wall with a plastic cup pressed against my ear.

Early on, I heard several muffled explosions - pyrotechnics, perhaps, or maybe lightning bolts from heaven sent to zap the nonbelievers in Creed's congregation. I also thought I could make out a song in which professional Eddie Vedder imitator Scott Stapp, Creed's lead singer, portrayed himself as a "freedom fighter." It would be interesting to find out where he stands on freedom of speech.

Monday, January 28, 2002
10:53 a.m.

Rock 'n' Rollin' Lego video with The White Stripes.

Sunday, January 27, 2002
01:54 a.m.

John Ashcroft's Great $8000 Justice Department Boobie Cover-Up

He doesn't want to look at tit--er, it, and he doesn't want you to look at it either.

Friday, January 25, 2002
12:34 p.m.

Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft (The Recognized Anthem of World Contat Day)

"The effect of all those young voices singing 'Calling Occupants' is charming." That's what Richard Carpenter says on the page for "The Langley Schools Music Project" which you heard on last SwaG!. Listeners told me it was creepy.

Yes, the Carpenters did do this creepy spacy tune. But it was originally done by Klaatu. The year was 1976, and hippy rockers could keep gettin' spacy or turn to the disco revolution. Klaatu chose to go intersteller.

I found no evidence that Crystal Gayle did the song, and I suspect that the listener who told me that was drunk at the time.

Friday, January 25, 2002
12:16 p.m.

Julia A. Moore: The Sweet Singer of Michigan

In a site on bad poetry, found this page from WMU dedicated to Michigan's own Sweet Singer.

Read the following in the voice of Margaret Dumont, the society lady in all the Marx Brothers movies:

GRAND RAPIDS


by Julia A. Moore

AIR -- "Bright Alfaretta"

Wild roved the Indians once
      On the banks of Grand River,
And they built their little huts
      Down by that flowing river.
In a pleasant valley fair,
      Where flows the river rapid,
An Indian village once was there,
      Where now stands Grand Rapids.

Indian girls and boys were seen,
      With their bow and quiver,
Riding in their light canoes
      Up and down the river.
Their hearts were full of joy,
      Happy voices singing
Made music with forest birds,
      They kept the valley ringing.

Indians have left and gone
      Beyond the Mississippi.
They called the river Owashtenong
      Where stands this pleasant city.
Louis Campau the first white man
      Bought land in Grand Rapids.
He lived and died, an honored man
      By people of Grand Rapids.

When Campau came to the valley
      No bridge was across the river;
Indians in their light canoes
      Rowed them o'er the water.
Railroads now from every way
      Run through the city, Grand Rapids;
The largest town in west Michigan
      Is the city of Grand Rapids.

Thursday, January 24, 2002
11:07 a.m.

Self Portrait in SwaG! by Bat Guano.

Why, yes, I did type all that out, and found just the right hex codes for all the shades of gray... no. I'm lying. Look at the bottom of the page.

Wednesday, January 23, 2002
02:25 p.m.

Art.

Monday, January 21, 2002
01:55 p.m.

Atomic-Age Science Songs for Kids

Monday, January 21, 2002
12:40 p.m.

Fun comic by Peter Bagge: A Secular Humanist Takes a Comic Look Inside Christian Rock.

Sunday, January 20, 2002
11:06 a.m.

Enjoy Fresh Good Engrish! Today Now Style!

Saturday, January 19, 2002
11:20 a.m.

The You Can Dish It Out But You Can't Take It Dept.:

It's a good thing Ben Stein and Arianna Huffington were in different L.A. studios during CNN's "TalkBack Live" this afternoon.

The two were among four guests on the show, beaming in from different locations. The topic was 15-year-old Charles Bishop, who killed himself when he flew a plane into a Tampa office building a week ago.

When Huffington disagreed with what she sees as an oversimplistic division of the world into the "evil ones" who live abroad and the "good ones" who live in America, Stein took offense.

"I'm really sick of blaming the victim, especially when the victim is America," he shot back.

Huffington responded that "we should be able to hold two contradictory thoughts in our head, at least all of [the four of] us except for Ben Stein, who seems to be only able to hold one thought."

Stein then gave the camera a good shot of his middle finger -- prompting guest host Maureen O'Boyle to exclaim, "Oh, my goodness." A few minutes later, during the commercial break, he walked off the set.

When the show returned, O'Boyle told viewers that Stein had decided to leave.

From here, where you'll also find about the legal frolics between those who created "The Chamber" and "The Chair," both of which are just rip-offs of Japanese gameshows. Personally, I only like shows where I get to see Donny Osmond's head covered with maggots and scorpions, but that's just me.

Friday, January 18, 2002
01:00 p.m.

How to daiper a monkey.

The embarassing thing here would be that the monkey could be around 25-years-old in human years.

Friday, January 18, 2002
12:21 p.m.

College radio Webcasts threatened.

Thursday, January 17, 2002
01:14 p.m.

Yet another reason why radio sucks.

Your live, local DJ is not local, not live, not even playing music.

Voice-tracking is either radio's dirty little secret, a smart use of resources or a combination of both. But however you look at it, it's transforming radio -- and it's happening at a majority of local stations.

Thursday, January 17, 2002
12:30 p.m.

Swell story on outsider music. Features photo and song by the Del Rubio Triplets, who we just happened to play on SwaG! last night.

Thursday, January 17, 2002
10:55 a.m.

Radio Pig-Dogs Eat My SwaG! A post by Mr. Guano on Plastic about the reason we're all here (that radio program... ). Scroll up to the top to see the story that inspired it. Read the other posts from others who hate their radios. Try to find the SwaG! listener and figure out who he is.

Thursday, January 17, 2002
10:50 a.m.

Jello Biafra bitches about bait 'n' switch Dead Kennedys tour.

Sometime in January, 2002
morning

I saw "Mulholland Dr." last night.

If you were bugged by not being able to understand "Lost Highway," you'll be bugged by this one. But if you are able to fall into it like it's a dream, then you'll be able to say, in a positive manner, when you wake up, "What the fuck was that?!?"

I'd say that the world of Betty was the fantasy world of the washed-up actress Diane. But don't let me mess this up for you with my "logic."

And those little old people really creeped me out.

Friday, January 11, 2002
10:20 a.m.

And so, Enrongate begins:

From here: What it is about, and what the public will get to hear and read about in wrenching detail over the coming months, is how business gets done down in Texas. How a small group of business leaders exert enormous clout over Bush and his team in getting the rules changed to their benefit.

It will explain why Bush has locked up presidential records, locked out any voices opposed to his pro-business agenda and rammed through an expensive economic plan that wiped out the budget surplus but to date hasn't had any positive effect on the economy.

Remember how you could just get a night in the Lincoln Bedroom?

Anyway, it's really all former Texas gov. Ann Richards' fault.

Friday, January 11, 2002
09:58 a.m.

My only question is, why didn't they put The Ramones at #1?

Rock'n'roll is dumb, loud and obnoxious.

Thursday, January 10, 2002
08:04 p.m.

"Mulholland Drive" will be shown by the Kalamazoo Film Society this weekend.

Guess who plays Gene, a home-wrecking pool cleaner?

David Lynch is a freak.

Thursday, January 10, 2002
01:21 p.m.

Whoa. It's the hoogerbrugge of all hoogerbrugges.

Wednesday, January 9, 2002
12:24 p.m.

That's flicks, flicks, flicks!

Wednesday, January 9, 2002
12:52 a.m.

Juan Garcia Esquivel died last Thursday. He was 83.

His music was easy listening and manic and wacky and slick and experimental and mainstream all at the same time. It was sensory overload. You know it was SwaG!.

Wednesday, January 9, 2002
12:44 a.m.

Why is he so damned stupid?

Thursday, January 3, 2002
01:07 p.m.

They like SwaG! over there in that country where they talk like that.

As my #1 fan Magnus said, "Här är en kylig radiostation med massor med annorlunda musik."

Wednesday, December 26, 2001
10:50 a.m.

Scary video, probably won't be on MTV anytime soon.

Wednesday, December 26, 2001
09:14 a.m.

James Pierpoint was a bad mutha. He wrote that song about ridin around in that open rod with tha phat dubs, dirinkin and crusin in the snow and picking up hos and shit.

Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight...

Sunday, December 23, 2001
12:31 p.m.

I gotta "get ready for Santa" (do my real job then drink eggnog and bourbon and pass out before I have to go to the relatives'), so play here until I get back.

Sunday, December 23, 2001
11:51 a.m.

Wow, SwaG! just got listed on Backwash! I don't really know what they are either, but after a careful look-over of their email, I figured out that it was not spam and they weren't trying to sell me anything. If you want to leave a message for all to see about the SwaG! experience, go here.

Recommended content appears on at least one member's page and may also appear on any of our Personality Channels, the Daily Top 25 Chart and the Weekly Top 40 Chart which is e-mailed to a large and fast-growing number of people, including many journalists who use the Top 40 Chart as a valuable resource for keeping their hands on the pulse of popular culture.

HEY CHARLENE! You can quit yer job at the Wal*Mart, I'm gonna be famous!

Friday, December 21, 2001
07:41 p.m.

Are you Red? Are you Blue? Which one are You? How can we live as a united people when some states vote for one guy for president, and other states vote for the other guy? Are we on the brink of a new Civil War?!?! Can we survive the sheer bullshit of the new Red/Blue imaginary devide. From part II of this color controversy in the Daily Howler.

Friday, December 21, 2001
04:33 p.m.

Check out Press Play the totally new way to listen to your music, dood!

Thursday, December 20, 2001
11:49 p.m.

Answer me. Kenny G, or kick to the crotch?

Thursday, December 20, 2001
01:57 a.m.

Oh, am I bitter.

People are bullshitting me. And I'm not talking about the Bush administration this time. I'm talkin' bout my money, and my search for MP3 CD player satisfaction.

I took the bait without doing the research. I bought a Memorex MP3/CD player. $70. When it works, it's beautiful. I've got 250 songs of SwaG! in one freakin' CD. But the problem is, it works about 50% of the time.

So now I'm doing the research that I should've done. And after finding so little info, I looked at other models that do the same thing, pricing them, reading the reviews on Amazon. And here's were bitterness comes in.

I'm reading reviews of a Casio player. All four coustomer reviews are five star reviews. They all love their Casio very much. Three reviews come from "An electronics fan from san jose, ca United States". These three write in broken English. The fourth is from "An electronics fan from Dover, NJ, United States" and reads like it was written by a grandmother marketing hack who also has problems with English.

I'm probably not the only one who's noticed this strange problem of "coustomer reviews" that seem like they may have come from the product's companies. But I'm noticing now.

Wednesday, December 19, 2001
03:55 p.m.

A unique and detailed look at the subject of file trading and music written during the final days of Napster.

Wednesday, December 19, 2001
03:07 p.m.

Prediction from The Daily Howler: The Right is now getting as stupid as The Left had gotten in the late '60s, so this means that their collapse is coming.

And, as we read the Sullivan piece, a brilliant light began to shine, a light that almost seemed to show a Coming Conservative Crackup. Rush’s gang has had its own way for so many years that Sheer Stupidity has become the right’s Bible. Thirty years ago, Jerry Rubin—behaving this way—pointed the way to the death of the left. Trust us. When Sullivan cranks out nonsense like this, another Great Shipwreck is coming.

The stupidity mentioned is the new labeling discovered in the footage/Rossetta Stone of a CIA man questioning a 20-year-old Chachi-turned-Taliban. One gave apples to his teacher and went to church, the other listened to hip-hop but chucked that when he found something more wicked, like Islam. One was from a "blue state" (one that went for Bush) and the other was from a "red state" (one that went for that other guy). Guess who's who?

So you now know who's likely to be a traitor, and who is likely to be a hero. Red or Blue, which one are you? A lot of right-wingers and the usual white-bread conservatives here in Michigan--those who don't recognize grossly retarded generalizations after years of listening to Rush--now hang their heads in shame at being tagged as a red.

By the way, a "Chachi" is a young male, white, probably a college student, certainly middle or upper middle class, shows signs of having indulgent parents, and isn't very bright. Tends to get drunk and yell like a silly little ass in residential areas at 3 a.m. I know, that's a gross generalization. But keep your eyes open, they're there. Call them Chachi to their face, they think you're some cool aging hip jokester.

Alright, Chachi. This post is over. Go back to your porn.

Tuesday, December 18, 2001
02:48 p.m.

MAJOR LABEL SWINE ALERT:

Universal is to "copy-protect" its CDs. All Universal CDs will be copy-protected by mid-2002.

...consumers won't be able to copy the music onto another CD or use their PCs to "rip" tracks in digital MP3 format. The copy-protection technology will also render the disc unplayable on Macintosh computers, DVD players and game consoles, such as Sony's PlayStation 2. It might not even play in some CD players.

If you can't use it, don't buy it. If it doesn't work on your machine, take it back, because it's defective.

BMG's own experiments with Midbar Technology's copy-thwarting Cactus Data Shield produced raging backlash in Europe, with consumers returning discs as defective. The German label was forced to issue replacement CDs for the new Natalie Imbruglia release, "White Lilies Island," because the CD didn't play on some CD and DVD players. It has not introduced any copy-protected discs in the United States.

Tuesday, December 18, 2001
01:20 a.m.

Rufus Thomas, the funkiest chicken, penguin, dog, push-'n'-puller, sophisticated sissy, died over the weekend.

The man went from doing tap dance in minstral shows to being a disk jockey at the first all-black staffed station (WDIA, where he helped infect the nation with R&B) to being a rock, soul, funk power. He went from recording Sun Record's first hit in 1953 to doing a guest vocal on a Jon Spencer Blues Explosion album. You bet your funky ass we'll be playing him on SwaG! this Wednesday.

Monday, December 17, 2001
04:18 p.m.

Ahh... a fresh, clean page of SwaG!. It gets rid of that not-so-fresh feeling.

Hey--Plastic is back up.