today i saw a dinosaur

today, i saw a dinosaur. i had the priveledge of joining dj stretch at the buzz radio station. i had been there before--as has party--to record radio promo spots for the wine thieves. the buzz is a rare gem, still encased in the rubble of the radio stations of yore. placards honoring their community service fit framed professionally amongst a temple of posters and show fliers honoring the classic and contemporary gods of music. gods were made here; lord zepplin, father marley, the saintly police, and the friends of the devil, the grateful dead.

i let my eyes comb the covered-walls and decorated offices of the old radio station. they own several fm frequencies, but they also still have an am band. who has am anymore? the buzz, would be the answer to the preceding. no xm or anything too sirius (pun). just am and fm around these parts. it's a personal and hallowed experience.

you learn things from the walls in the buzz. they talk. apparently, back in 2002 there was a bash at the beach with soda, beer, wine and in 95 live was on tour. somebody sent the station staff a post card at one point or another. it read, greetings from asbury park. party and i used to chill in asbury park. drank a coffee there. i hold asbury park in a special heart-shelter. half town, half bomb shelter.

we hit the two-person-capacity production room from the getgo. it was pretty straight-forward radio stuff; we used cool edit (a program with a special heart-shelter for me as well... party and i tracked a majority of our older stuff using only cool edit) to track some quick radio promos for the official countdown single radio edit. then stretch lobbed me some typical musician questions (no offense, bro), which i promptly crushed out of the park.

a good time was had by both stretch and i. he's a chill cat, so we have a lot in common off the bat. i called party after the radio session to tell him how it went: great. i felt baptised, like i had been in the presence of some dusty-webby radio divinity, and just a little of their magic rubbed off on me. radio was once universal, like the interweb, but without the annoying anonymous feedback. but radio went the way of vinyl records and rock bands, existing with king elvis and brother morrison and mary mother joplin and the dinosaurs, somewhere in the ethereal.