SONG OF THE DAY: Right Down the Line (kudzu'd)

The house I’ve lived in for the past five years is pretty big, even if it is old and leaky. Upstairs has three bedrooms. My eldest has a room but they live elsewhere on the Earth now. After they left after their last visit to the states, I turned their room into an AM radio station, that strictly plays 45s at 33 speed. I configured one of those old school turntables with the dropstack spindle to be able to hold 50 45s at a time. I can’t actually use all 50 though, because I could only tinker with the arm to accommodate about thirty some, so I decided it was technological limitations being imposed on me by the magic of the Universe, and that obviously meant if I’m playing 45s at 33 speed, and I was trying to get around 45 45s in a stack at a time, it was telling me to get the proper amount of Power of Lounge, it should be 33 45s, since I’m playing them at 33 (which I guess makes them 33s). So I listened to the Universe and limit it to 33 in each stack, and that’s gone pretty well. I’m not really sure who can pick up my outlaw AM radio station, ad sometimes, to be quite honest, I don’t get up there to change the stack when it runs out for a while. I guess I could have some recorded programming ready to run, but that feels too much like normal radio shit people do these days. But the station’s PO Box (KPOL is the station, by the way, AM 1360, Blue Ridge Emirate) gets letters, mostly from people claiming to be spirits in the woods around here. I’m not really sure how spirits in the woods would pick up an outlaw AM radio station, but fuck it, I enjoy mail. Anyways, if you have any special requests for a stack of 33 old 45s you’d like to hear on KPOL, just send it in to PO Box 77, Schuyler, VA, 22969. I’ll do what I can to accommodate your requests, but also please understand, I’m limited to the 45s I actually have in my possession. Thanks.

But also I say all that to give a shout out to Square Man, who is always sending in postcards requesting Gerry Rafferty's "Right Down the Line", over and over and over. I'm up to owning 9 copies of the record, and seriously, Square Man sends me a postcard a week it seems like. I'd like to get up to a full stack of 33 copies, one day, but this is a labor of love, and there's little commercial money available to an outlaw AM radio in the upstairs bedroom mostly listened to by super- and not-necessarily-supernatural spirits. But we strive to thrive, nonetheless.