SLACK KEY

(Posted by Hua, although the little name down there will say Sasha.)

Honolulu is making the Power switch. This means two things. First, the new Power 104 has no human DJs, just fifteen minutely prompts from mainlander Angie Martinez until the station re-launces in '05. Instead of a human DJ, we get the second thing, which might not be that different after all: a computer that is in the midst of the mutha of all commercial-free blocks, 10,000 of the hottest hip-hop and R'n'B jams in a freaking row. To be truthful, this comes out to be more like 10 songs repeated 1,000 (cue Red/Blue state compatriots Nelly and Tim "Son of Tug" McGraw) "over and over and over." And over and over. You know the drilly. This is how we do. Fresh like ugh. Drop it like it's slow motion for my soldier. Skeet skeet skeet? Goodies! Supersonic, etc. And then over and over again. It was enough to compel me to buy the Pudgee the Phat Bastard CD today. I have no song to post because I have not heard a piece of music that doesn't feature Ludacris or Nelly in roughly six days. I have not, however, surrendered my memories to the slackness of island living: the shivery jangle of "Live at the Barbecue"; the apocalyptic jangle of the Creation; the spangled jangle of "Elephant Stone"; the jingoistic jangle of Barry Sadler—they are memories that fortify me as I tan my right arm and ponder why anyone would ever buy a pair of Ice Creams, and why these yellow lights are so much longer than over "in America."

Posted by Sasha at December 28, 2004 10:21 AM