the zippy jazz age lingo of the insane
The Bollywood beatdown (which you might have seen mentioned elsewhere) continued this afternoon at XDU. I was on air for Mondo Mundo: the dishoom! edition. Here's the playlist. In addition to all the oldschool goodness (Mohd. Rafi, Asha Bhosle, Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar, R.D. Burman), I got the chance to feature a few cuts from the first CD from the Bombay Connection series. This, according to the promo sheet I saw, is planned to be a six disc series, covering filmi from the 50s up thru the current scene (I think). Bringin' da funk, desi stylee...
I hate to wrap up on a down note, but I got only one phone call while I was at the station. It was right after I started and someone called to tell me that this was an American radio station, not a terrorist radio station and I needed to stop playing what I was playing. I was, I can tell you, as shocked as I've ever been by any phone call I've ever rec'd at the station. My mouth, in fact, was open to unleash a torrent of abuse back. When I remembered a recent email exchange on the station's mailing list reminding us that we were all repping for the station and the U and thus were not welcome to unleash torrents of abuse at our listeners no matter what sort of needle-dicked fucktards they might reveal themselves to be. So I rehinged my jaws and hung up on my geographically benighted listener without saying a word. The phone immediately started ringing again. I do allow for the possibility that the original call came from a fellow DJ with a misguided sense of humor busting my chops and they were now calling back to explain. Or else Mr. Fucktard felt the need to further edumacate me about the terroristic overtones of Indian soundtrack music. Either way I'll never know because I didn't answer the second call. The show cont'd. and it was a good one.
dishoom, baby