WART 28 - DJ Psyche
*On Your Wings, by Iron & Wine plays*
Hi everybody. This is Psyche, and I'm hosting tonight for the twenty-eighth not-quite-consecutive night of WART radio. I'm going to be sending out a lot of my own choices tonight, since there weren't all that many requests this time around. I was waiting to see if any more came in, but I guess I really shouldn't leave the airwaves open and the people who did make requests waiting.
So let's start off with a song from Fillerbunny, dedicated to his friend Miss River. It's Extraordinary Machine, by Fiona Apple.
And here's another one from one friend to another, Oz to Ryuuji: Vienna, Billy Joel.
Ryuuji wanted to hear a song called It Ends Tonight, by The All American Rejects, with the disclaimer that he just likes the song, and too much shouldn't be read into it.
And in that spirit, I think I'll play one of my favorite Radiohead songs, Life in a Glass House.
Next up is Japanese Girls, by Robbers On High Street. For Primavera Bobinski and Yubari Gogo. I'm not sure how entertaining you're finding this show compared to your own last night, but I suppose it's nice to have a little mayhem around here that's just musical.
And since I am a little mopey lately, I suppose, here's Fats Domino singing Poor Me.
Let's see, what's next. J.I. has asked to hear Behind Blue Eyes, by The Who. I've always wondered a little about that song, since the fact that it's a classic kind of suggests that many people know, or think they know, what's like to be the one behind blue eyes. Whatever color their eyes are. But then, I suppose, nobody really entirely knows what it's like to be anyone else, so it's still true. It's just true for everyone.
I think I'm getting a little too shallowly profound now, so to stave that off I'll play this odd little spoken-word piece by Ken Nordine, called Windshield Wipers.
That's better. Something about this next song reminds me a little of a friend here at Hogwarts. Though I don't think it's spiders, exactly. Or...counting. Anyway. The First Day of School, covered by The Dead Hensons.
Sadako, with her usual devotion, dedicates The Innsmouth Look by Darkest of Hillside Thickets (...quite a mouthful, that band name. I wonder if they play live often at clubs? It'd be hard for people to cheer them on coherently after a few drinks) to Professor Cthulhu.
And since we're sending out songs to gods, here's one from me to my mother-in-law, DeVotchKa's cover of Venus In Furs. I've always thought the lyrics of that are interesting, given what they suggest about who's really in charge. I think all of us, god and mortal alike, can use a little perspective on our own relative importance sometimes.
...I'm back to tuppenny ha'penny philosophy again, aren't I? I'll be quiet and play Luna Lovegood's request, Our Station, by Folk Underground.
Stephen sends Elliot Smith's Can't Make a Sound to Ryuuji, "In mutual hatred of evil clowns," which I think are hands down the most original words of dedication I've read tonight.
Yuuko Ishida asks for Leslie Fish's Get Gone.
Here's a song from Sirius Black to Lilly Potter, Green Eyes, by Coldplay. With the message, "It's brilliant to have you back, Lily. Anything you need, I'm here." That's incredibly sweet.
And also sweet is this dedication from Lord Peter Wimsey, Ella Fitzgerald singing Cole Porter's I Get a Kick Out of You. To his beloved wife. She may not be here at Hogwarts, Lord Peter, but I know Harriet returns the sentiment.
Johnny C. would like to send Richard Thompson's I Ride In Your Slipstream to Jonathan Teatime.
And another Coldplay song from Sirius Black, to James Potter, saying, "Your coming here is the best thing that could ever happen to me. You belong with me, mate." Swallowed In the Sea.
An anonymous flooer would like to hear a song called Institutionalized, by Suicidal Tendencies. Hm. You know, normally if I heard someone saying they were going through something like that, I'd say that they were welcome to come and talk to me about it if they liked, but I think given the song's content that'd be a fairly spectacular example of missing the point. So I guess I'll just say that I wish you well, and hope things...and people...ease up on you a little.
Susan Sto Helit requests David Bowie's Sunday
And for Susan, from me, I'm playing a song called Radio War, by Iron & Wine. Which, now that I'm listening to it, is perhaps not the most reassuring dedication ever made, but, well, life often isn't all that reassuring. It can still be worthwhile.
*Without an introduction, Dreamers Awake from the soundtrack of "12 Monkeys" plays*
And an anonymous dedication: The Cure, To Wish Impossible Things.
My last song for tonight is to everyone the words describe. Which means, really, everyone. Sarah McLachlan singing The Rainbow Connection.
The Floo is open if anyone wants to talk, and screened if you wish to be anonymous. The next DJ will be Remus Lupin, so send your requests to him, and remember, all you have to do if you want to host your own show is ask.
Hi everybody. This is Psyche, and I'm hosting tonight for the twenty-eighth not-quite-consecutive night of WART radio. I'm going to be sending out a lot of my own choices tonight, since there weren't all that many requests this time around. I was waiting to see if any more came in, but I guess I really shouldn't leave the airwaves open and the people who did make requests waiting.
So let's start off with a song from Fillerbunny, dedicated to his friend Miss River. It's Extraordinary Machine, by Fiona Apple.
And here's another one from one friend to another, Oz to Ryuuji: Vienna, Billy Joel.
Ryuuji wanted to hear a song called It Ends Tonight, by The All American Rejects, with the disclaimer that he just likes the song, and too much shouldn't be read into it.
And in that spirit, I think I'll play one of my favorite Radiohead songs, Life in a Glass House.
Next up is Japanese Girls, by Robbers On High Street. For Primavera Bobinski and Yubari Gogo. I'm not sure how entertaining you're finding this show compared to your own last night, but I suppose it's nice to have a little mayhem around here that's just musical.
And since I am a little mopey lately, I suppose, here's Fats Domino singing Poor Me.
Let's see, what's next. J.I. has asked to hear Behind Blue Eyes, by The Who. I've always wondered a little about that song, since the fact that it's a classic kind of suggests that many people know, or think they know, what's like to be the one behind blue eyes. Whatever color their eyes are. But then, I suppose, nobody really entirely knows what it's like to be anyone else, so it's still true. It's just true for everyone.
I think I'm getting a little too shallowly profound now, so to stave that off I'll play this odd little spoken-word piece by Ken Nordine, called Windshield Wipers.
That's better. Something about this next song reminds me a little of a friend here at Hogwarts. Though I don't think it's spiders, exactly. Or...counting. Anyway. The First Day of School, covered by The Dead Hensons.
Sadako, with her usual devotion, dedicates The Innsmouth Look by Darkest of Hillside Thickets (...quite a mouthful, that band name. I wonder if they play live often at clubs? It'd be hard for people to cheer them on coherently after a few drinks) to Professor Cthulhu.
And since we're sending out songs to gods, here's one from me to my mother-in-law, DeVotchKa's cover of Venus In Furs. I've always thought the lyrics of that are interesting, given what they suggest about who's really in charge. I think all of us, god and mortal alike, can use a little perspective on our own relative importance sometimes.
...I'm back to tuppenny ha'penny philosophy again, aren't I? I'll be quiet and play Luna Lovegood's request, Our Station, by Folk Underground.
Stephen sends Elliot Smith's Can't Make a Sound to Ryuuji, "In mutual hatred of evil clowns," which I think are hands down the most original words of dedication I've read tonight.
Yuuko Ishida asks for Leslie Fish's Get Gone.
Here's a song from Sirius Black to Lilly Potter, Green Eyes, by Coldplay. With the message, "It's brilliant to have you back, Lily. Anything you need, I'm here." That's incredibly sweet.
And also sweet is this dedication from Lord Peter Wimsey, Ella Fitzgerald singing Cole Porter's I Get a Kick Out of You. To his beloved wife. She may not be here at Hogwarts, Lord Peter, but I know Harriet returns the sentiment.
Johnny C. would like to send Richard Thompson's I Ride In Your Slipstream to Jonathan Teatime.
And another Coldplay song from Sirius Black, to James Potter, saying, "Your coming here is the best thing that could ever happen to me. You belong with me, mate." Swallowed In the Sea.
An anonymous flooer would like to hear a song called Institutionalized, by Suicidal Tendencies. Hm. You know, normally if I heard someone saying they were going through something like that, I'd say that they were welcome to come and talk to me about it if they liked, but I think given the song's content that'd be a fairly spectacular example of missing the point. So I guess I'll just say that I wish you well, and hope things...and people...ease up on you a little.
Susan Sto Helit requests David Bowie's Sunday
And for Susan, from me, I'm playing a song called Radio War, by Iron & Wine. Which, now that I'm listening to it, is perhaps not the most reassuring dedication ever made, but, well, life often isn't all that reassuring. It can still be worthwhile.
*Without an introduction, Dreamers Awake from the soundtrack of "12 Monkeys" plays*
And an anonymous dedication: The Cure, To Wish Impossible Things.
My last song for tonight is to everyone the words describe. Which means, really, everyone. Sarah McLachlan singing The Rainbow Connection.
The Floo is open if anyone wants to talk, and screened if you wish to be anonymous. The next DJ will be Remus Lupin, so send your requests to him, and remember, all you have to do if you want to host your own show is ask.