5-22-07 Show # 198   

The “Farewell to Mainely Dead” Show Part II
 

“We were somewhere around
Barstow, on the edge of the desert...

 

when the drugs
began to take hold.”

 

 

 

Here’s what you got to hear this week (in this order):

·         Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas: Barstow

·         Animal House: It’s Not Over Until We Say It Is  

·         The Godfather Theme: From the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack   

·         The Ink Spots: I Understand (Just How You Feel)

·         BB King: The Thrill Is Gone

·         The Rolling Stones: No Expectations

·         Oasis: Don’t Look Back In Anger

·         The Band: The Last Waltz

·         Waking Life: The Ongoing Wow !

·         Michelle Shocked: Come A Long Way

·         Talking Heads: Clean Break [Live]

·         Talking Heads: Heaven

·         Pixies: Monkey Gone To Heaven [Live: CEPSUM, Montreal, Canada, 11-26-04]

·         REM: Can't Get There From Here

·         Pixies: Head On

·         Queen: My Best Friend

·         The Grateful Dead: To Lay Me Down [LIVE: 10-30-80 Radio City Music Hall, HAU, New York City, New York]    

·         Phil Hersey: The Afri Cola moment

·         Lucinda Williams: Fruits Of My Labor 

·         Bob Dylan: Changing Of The Guards

·         Lenny Bruce: I Just Do It And That’s All

·         The Grateful Dead: It's All Over Now Baby Blue [LIVE: 9-11-88 The Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA]

·         The Doors: The End

·         Monthy Python: Always Look Upon The Bright Side of Life  

·         Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy: So Long & Thanks For The Fish  

·         Lenny Bruce: Completely Exposed                            

·         The Rolling Stones: Wild Horses                      

·         Rickie Lee Jones: Company                              

·         The Grateful Dead: Ripple [LIVE: 10-31-80 Radio City Music Hall, New York City, New York]

·         Russian National Orchestra: To Lay Me Down

·         The Wire: Theme Song  

·         “This Is Area 51”                                

 

                                

“The Wave”

- Hunter S. Thompson

      

San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .

And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean of military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”

 

Raoul Duke: “There he goes. One of God's own prototypes.

Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production.

Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”

 

 

Thank you, to all of you who have in any way shape or form helped in the creation, broadcast, or presentation of both

Area 51 on KFAI Radio and Mainely Dead on WMPG Radio.

 

I could not have done any of this without you all,

and for that I am eternally grateful.

 

Area 51:

Patrick Babcock: Host, Producer

Pete Pappas: Webmaster

Aaron Young: Archivist

Bryan Bowen: Archivist

Jason Duerr

Nancy Seward

Tim Chapdelaine

Tom Daggeford

Matt Lawrence

Andy

Michael Tortorello

Eric Mitchell

Al Sedacca

Dave “Soupy” Campbell

Timmy “The Freak” Smith

Brooks Elliot

The Jones Gang!

 

Mainely Dead:

Patrick Babcock: Host, Producer

Pete Pappas: Webmaster

Bryan Bowen: Archivist

Aaron Young: Archivist

Don Carlson: The Home Office

David Lemieux: Co-host “A View From Lemieux