i smell merit, or is that my sandwich?

merit, i says, says i.  in fact, it's kind of been on my mind lately that the music "production" end of things probably ought to be directly related to the "promotion" - read:  radio station - end.  like ... couldn't we run a radio station and use the booth as a recording studio?  i mean ... since i've always wanted to do any advertisement stuff live and old-timey (but not all garrison keillor, just that we get a house band up and running and go for it), it makes sense to just record live and on the air.  of course, we'll need to have some "closed" session work if we want to play "capitalist house", but fuck it.  asheville, huh?  well, since you've already talked me into going we might as well try to change the world while we're at it.  okay, i'll play.

oh, right ... since i'm obviously the designated emissary from the sixties and before, not that i have a problem with this, since i don't even know who won album of the year in this decade, i have a few more fossils for us.

The Weight - The Band

God Only Knows - The Beach Boys

Crying - Roy Orbison

Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan

Ride On - AC/DC

okay, day two we need to cover a lot of ground we're going to miss.  also, which albums get full play first?  and if a band gets an album day one, then they don't get a song, right?  All i'm saying, is ... we need a board meeting.  i suggest a chat date.  you supply the time and i'll supply the weasel weenie spread.  luckily, i won't really.  but you'll never know, 'cause you're just chatting.  bring punch and pie.