I did something I’m not happy about yesterday. I had a psychiatrist appointment. The stupid insurance company won’t pay if I see my therapist and psychiatrist the same day; that means two separate treks to Harrison. My appointment was at noon. The way the train and bus schedule work out that means having to take a cab from the station or taking an earlier train and waiting 45 minutes for my appointment. I chose the latter. Unfortunately I made a poor choice on getting to the train station. I can just make the 25=minute walk or walk a third of the way and then take a bus, if the bus comes at the right time. I have a choice of two. I checked the wrong buses schedule, waiting at the wrong stop, and the bus I was waiting for came very late and I missed my train, and so I missed my appointment. I have to wait over a month for the next one. I should have just walked. Then I’d know I could make it. In the future I do that or I leave a little earlier.
Instead of going to therapy I went grocery shopping. There was a great sale, less than half-price, on country style pork ribs, which are not ribs. I love the non-ribs and don’t have them that often, so it becomes a treat. They are on the tentative menu for tomorrow. I might be able to squeeze them in today. I can but I can’t waste any time when I get home.
John Platt’s Sunday Supper is coming back in two days. That’s exciting. John and Bob Sherman are they only ones on WFUV that play the musicians I most often see live, my people. For years that’s what the station played all the time but they’ve cutting it down little by little. When John got ill there was no attempt made to fill the same musical niche. The great news is that he’s back. The bad news is that his show has been cut from three hours to one. I hope that he feels like I do and that he can’t afford to waste a second of that time and plays only musicians that otherwise would not get played on the station. I don’t care if it’s Springsteen’s birthday. We can hear the Boss everywhere. We’re not going to hear Joe Crookston.
I love the people at the station. I love volunteering there even though it’s a lot of hard work. Sadly what I no longer love is most of the music they play. What they play and I like I can hear elsewhere. They are no longer the place for me to discover new music. I have gone from being dead center of their target audience to a legacy that they don’t want to completely cut the cord with yet. I need my own station. There is so much good music out there that has no home on the radio in New York.
I haven’t done this in a while. I’m going to start with who I’m seeing tonight and go back for a month and list who I’ve been hearing live. I won’t repeat artists and I will list artists that I planned on seeing but missed. This includes concert windows but does not include John Platt’s On Your Radar.
- Deni Bonet
- The Sea the Sea*
- Sam Reider and the Human Hand*
- Jo Kroger
- Danielle Miraglia
- Barnaby Bright*
- Rebecca Loebe*
- Rachael Kilgore*
- Jean Rohe*
- Joe Crookston
- Pat Wictor*
- James Downes*
- Carolann Solebello*
- Karen Dahlstrom*
- The Whiskey Charmers*
A star means they have played On Your Radar. You can see how much John’s tastes align with mine. Bob Sherman is the only other person at the station that has ever played any of them.
My plan for today is make sure I get to the train on time for therapy. Therapy, come home and make dinner, and then go out to see Deni Bonet. I hate coming home directly from therapy as it’s a pain getting from the train station home but that’s what it is. If I’m good about it I’ll have the hour and a half I need to make the ribless ribs. I’m rarely good about these things.
Wise Madness 