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For the last three years, I’ve been the owner of a satellite radio. Early adopters, we both installed them in our cars because of the access it gave us to non-American news services and genre-based music channels.  (I was immediately sold on the idea of a 24/7 death metal station.) Given what poor reception the radio received in my twenty year-old Volvo, and how long my commute to work was (an hour and fifteen minutes either way) for the first few months, my new radio was an enormously refreshing change of pace.

Unfortunately, Sirius‘ allure ran out rather quickly. Each one of its channels – even when they weren’t run by the host company, such as the BBC’s World Service – sounded far too disciplined. Everything came across as being so thoroughly programmed that if an announcer so much as made a pronunciation error, you’d fear for their careers. (The word ‘cautious’ always came to mind.) The lack of ads was great, but the absence of spontaneity was even more noticeable.

Perhaps the worst aspect of our Sirius experience was the alternative music station, Left of Center. At times sounding like it was programmed by the editors of London music tabloid NME, the endless repetition of throwaway British bands like Starsailor seemed like a very curious choice given how ill-fitting such groups sound in domestic indie context. What about a band like Spoon? Totally beige, but less obvious. Equally awkward was the fratboy-friendly vibe of Sirius’ reggae station.

Driving our new, satellite radio-free car home today (we couldn’t afford the option), I turned on KUSF and heard an absolutely iconographic, mixed-genre set of electronica, post-punk and hip-hop. Sometimes the DJ spoke too softly. Sometimes he segued a little too quickly. Nevertheless, it sounded like manna had descended from radio heaven. Moving from the great new Zeph and Azeem record to the Slits’ classic New Town, listening to our local college station was like running into a cherished old friend you’d mistakenly assumed dead or disappeared.

Ethnicity as Genre

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Ben Gurion airport music shop, Tel Aviv.

Almost Free

Every weekend – or so we intend – Jennifer takes one day for herself. I assist by either working at cafes, seeing friends, or spending the day perusing the aisles of one of my favorite local record stores (or two). In either case, its a good weekend ritual for us. After an exhausting work week, we both need a break from our routines. Having a little personal downtime is always helpful.

Last weekend was no exception. On Sunday, a close friend who moved to Arizona several years ago was in town to see his family, who were out here visiting from New York. We met up for breakfast at the Pork Store Cafe on 16th street, and then made a beeline for Streetlight Records on 24th. Eager to take advantage of a sale, Joe indulged me while I worked the bargain bins.

I walked out with a number of gems: Nina Hagen’s Nunsexmonkrock, the new 2.13.61  CD edition of Negative Trend‘s sole EP, a Homestead-era copy of Nick Cave’s Kicking Against the Pricks, The Need‘s last two records (including the soundtrack for Nomy Lamm‘s rock opera, The Transfused), Le Tigre’s Feminist Sweepstakes, and three other LPs, all for 16.95$

Thinking of myself as the champion discount music shopper, I said goodbye to Joe, and proceeded to walk home feeling absolutely triumphant. Delighted at the prospects of Jennifer’s reaction to the purchases (for several years, she’s expressed interest in owning nearly all of the records I’d bought), nothing prepared me for what I encountered three blocks from our house.

Standing near the corner of San Jose and 30th, a woman in her mid-thirties was hosting her own DIY music sale. In front of her stood two makeshift tables. One held gangsta and crunk CDs and DVDs, while the other sported piles of unsorted grime, electronica and indie rock discs. Tight on cash, I decided I’d still take a look to see if there were any absolute must-haves.

Low and behold, a number of records fit the bill: Lady Sovereign’s Vertically Challenged EP, DJ Clever’s Science Faction: Dubstep comp, Panjabi MC’s Beware LP, and Rammstein’s Reise Reise (featuring the hilarious ‘Amerika’) all caught my fancy. Looking over the 15 discs I ended up holding in my hands, the person selling the records sighed and said, "Take ‘em, they’re free. I’m having a hard enough time moving the hip hop as it is. Nobody likes music anymore."



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