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Archive for June, 2008

Here you go, then.

A repeat / replay / rewind from way back yonder from August 7th 2007. Back when we was innocent & technologically retarded, heavily relying on the Good Lord Skype for communication between Cardiff & Edinburgh. Praying, as we were, it didn’t crash or owt else stressful during the live broadcasts. Of course, mostly, it did.

On this one you can hear our fear & naïvité via myriad technical blips & blops as Ms Eternal wrestles with remembering to mute her mic (hence the heavy breathing), mute her computer audio (hence the beeps & burps from the software she was slowly crashing in the background), & engage the crossfade (hence the long run out of tracks & silences between talking & music starting). Knew what she was doing, my arse.

Anyway this one, though, as in however, wasn’t live (despite the additional screw-up SFX) but was a pre-record. This was simply because almost immediately after Ms Eternal & ½DC started filling the airwaves (together) with their accents they decided to both go, at the same time, on holiday (albeit not together, because that would be unduly sexual in nature), or vacation (depending on what side of the beach you are).

It’s an interesting show. A funny show with good music. A show full to the crown with sexual tension & verbal fumblings (listen, why don’t you, to ½DC umm & err his way through the putting up with Ms Eternal’s fiddling on the controls & giddying non sequiturs).

Incidentally, it’s one of the first shows that mentions/contains Mr. Fisk (who was at that time slipping Ms Eternal one - as goes the vernacular), who just so happened to be on a sneaky visit to Edinburgh to see HE & cause untold stress damage as he got in the way of her moving to/decorating her new apartment.

Why the ErrorFM controller chose this one to repeat / reply / rewind is beyond our point of giving a shit.

Enjoy, folks, enjoy.

½DC + HE (in absentia)

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18.06.08

get me to the church on time

Well, sheet.

Apologies for the lateness of posting but I have been ‘on the road’ somewhat of late & entirely out of interweb connectivity.

Anyhow, this show was cobbled together in a mighty rush pre-USof take off. Badly edited, hardly narrated, with a setlist compiled from a gay civil partnership reception I DJ’d at some time ago. The remit was: Indie, Dancey, Cheese.

I think we managed that.

Enjoy.

DC

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Croeso i Gymru

Well, here we go then boyos.

Yer’s an hecksporsua to Welsh moosic for ew deli-cat ikkle yers, see.

It’s a random; well random, in fact. There’s absolutely no rhyme or reason to the playlist, except that it maybe perhaps helps define the variety & diversity of that so-called Welsh ’sound’. There’s no favourites, no gladhanding, just blwdy good music see.

Expect weird CIA-style psychological torture noises (the Welsh language), Welsh politik, bands you may never have heard of (Ffa Coffi Pawb, MC Mabon, Sweet Baboo), bands you’ve definitely heard of (Super Furry Animals, Catatonia, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci) & lots of the usual bullshitting & swearing.

What you won’t get is the obvious. There’ll be no Manic Street Preachers (many reasons, really, but let’s stick with Nicky Wire being a platinum standard, award winning prick), Stereophonics (raspy twat of an egotistical hairy dwarf frontman), Bonnie Tyler (nicotine addled one trick pony - popular with overweight Valleys sluts on hen nights), Duffy (untalented retro-fantasist who should be put out of her misery now before we all suffer another fucking album of pastiche Springfieldisms), Charlotte Church (putrifyingly awful publicity shagging whore of a girl), Tom Jones (orange faced chancer who still shags brain dead 20-something groupies), & however many other obvious bastards there are. Oh, fuck it, we might as well list them: The Automatic (what’s that coming over the hill? Is it Death signalling the end of your shittingly awful one song career?), Lostprophets (Goth? More like shit. Appalling cocksnot from appalling cocks), Funeral For A Friend (bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, bollocks - from the name, to the ‘music’, to the ‘fashion’, to the fact that the poor little twats seriously believe they make a difference in people’s lives; presumably that means their output assists more suicides per capita than, say, McFly), Bullet For My Valentine (don’t even get us started on this fucking abomination).

So, ok, you do gets a bit of Shirley B, like, innit - she does have cred, afterall. I mean, she is Mrs Bond Theme. Plus, you will get career suicide victim BUT beautifully written/sung songs from Cerys. &, by Jesus, you most certainly will gets some of the GLC. Innit.

Click on the farking button by yer, then, innit butt?

½DC + TWoTH

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Sit Down & Relax

Apologies.

On two counts. The lateness of posting this episode & the screw-up with the actual broadcast thereof.

Jesus. I turn my back for ONE day & all manner of shades of shit come falling from the sky.

Let me explain…

I, one half of, am currently in San Francisco (Downtown SF, to be precise, & hoo boy - t’aint nothing like what they shows in them films) at the start of a 3 week gad about the four corners of the USof.

All last week TWoTH & I busted our collective nutsack to get pre-records of TWR recorded & filed in time for my departure for the month long of June. We averaged 2hrs sleep a night for the whole as we pissed about obtaining permissions, recorded the shows (re-recorded when one was entirely wiped off the face of the earth when the over-heating computer - which had been on & working 3 days straight - crashed & refused to blink back into life for 4 hours thereafter), edited the shows, transferred shows from one format to another, & then ftp’d them to the station’s live archive. On top of that we had Proper Job to keep us occupied & I had to arrange & schedule this 3week USof jaunt. Exhausting is not the fucking word. Exhausted is.

However, yesterday, Wednesday, all that stressing was small potatoes compared to the joy I experienced at broadcast time for the first of the pre-records.

The shitty little hotel I was staying at didn’t have strong enough internet access (yes, that’s right - in 2008!), so any access at all to the worldwideinterweb was intermitent to say the very, very, very. Thererfore, tuning in to ErrorFM’s live stream was impossible because it cut out as soon as it began. $30 that cost me & I couldn’t get a refund, no matter how Krakatoa I got on the hotel’s ass.

When I did finally manage to catch a portion of the stream, TWR wasn’t on. This was 10.05pm. So I logged into ErrorFM’s chat to have a word with the controller/programmer to see what the problem was. He wasn’t around. Logged into chat, yes. Around? No. Not until 10.49pm, by which point I was getting furious with the situation as the connection was getting worse & I was barely able to send & receive messages. So when he did finally turn up & express an ‘aghh!’, as a way of garnering sympathy for the lack of TWR, I was in no mood to accept his explanation that the script he had written to auto-select & play the pre-record in the station on-line archive had a glitch in it. He than started the show late, seriously bumping the schedule to shit.

Now, when this ‘auto-play’ idea was first suggested by him I expressed concerns that (a) it wouldn’t work & (b) he wouldn’t be around to fix it. I was assured 100% nothing of the sort would happen. But, of course, we now know different.

I was so furious (a mixture of genuine exhaustion & frustration) with the pisspoor excuse I received for his, & by proxy ErrorFM’s, tardiness (”It’s stressfull here”!!!), I sent a message to the owner of the station expressing my serious disappointment & advised that, following the last pre-record to air (July 2nd: Drunk Covers VII, The Waitsing Room II - a 3hr Tom Waits cover special) I was calling it quits.

This is not the first time the station has fucked me around. I am not one to grumble. I have a solid chin & soak up the blows & get on with it. But, man. This is taking the piss. I (as well as the co-hosts) work my fucking bollocks off doing TWR - for nothing. We don’t get paid. We do all our own publicity, we do all our own networking & media whoring. We don’t have to do this, but we do. We do it because we love the music. We do it because we think you need to hear the music. That some people listen, download, comment, etc. is reward enough.

But.

After 6 days straight of preparing pre-records to ensure the schedule is full, (i.e. making it easier for them so they don’t have to find things to fill the slot), for the programmer to then be so slack like that is just too disrespectful.

I’m too tired to care right now.

By the way, the show in question was a corker for music. We both, on the other hand, were a little knackered.

Get ‘em while you can.

½DC + TWoTH (in absentia)

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