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3 Chords & the Truth
The revolution will not be televised. It's on the Internet.
3 Chords and the Truth: Save the last wing for me
November 28, 2013 12:09 AM PST
Happy . . . Thanks . . . giving . . . from . . . W . . . K . . . R . . . P!
Or 3 Chords & the Truth. Whatever.
And as God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.
And as God is my witness, when the fambly starts to bug the crud out of you this long weekend, you will have a place to escape and chill with some fine music.
That place would be the Big Show. Naturally.
Just stay the hell out of the parking lot when you make your musical escape. The gobblers are hitting the pavement like sacks of wet cement. Oh, the humanity!
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.3 Chords and the Truth: The listening room
November 15, 2013 03:25 PM PST
Long ago and (seemingly) far away -- during a time when vinyl ruled the world and the Internet was the Inter . . . WHAT? -- we had things called "music listening rooms," found in college unions and public libraries, and sometimes these things we called "record stores."
There, you'd find a central file of LPs, phonographs and speakers or headphones in little rooms with comfortable chairs . . . and people. Listening to music. Discovering music. Enjoying the latest sounds or rediscovering old favorites.
These were happy places -- relaxing places -- filled with music and the joy thereof.
I'D LIKE to think that's exactly what 3 Chords & the Truth is, only online and digitized for modern times. Pandora and the like are kind of like that, only on the Big Show, you have someone -- an actual human and not a computer server -- curating the whole thing for you. Turning you onto things you might not have thought about. Putting music together in ways that might not have occurred to you.
Or anyone. Because your Mighty Favog marches to the beat of a different drummer. Preferably Gene Krupa. Or Ringo Starr.
Maybe Buddy Miles.
AS LAGNIAPPE, I'm sort of like the "fun" uncle your parents warned you about. "I'm just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood."
There's a rock song for everything, you know. Or at least close enough for government work. Let the reader understand.
Anyway, that's what 3 Chords & the Truth is all about, this week and every week. This week, likewise, you mind is liable to be blown. In a good and educational way, of course.
So, ignore what your parents have told you about me and the Big Show. They're probably listening to that Foreigner album for the umpteenth time. Or the Worst of Fabian album they ordered after watching that K-Tel TV commercial in 1974.
Your Mighty Favog, he uses vinyl for good and not for evil.
IT'S 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.3 Chords and the Truth: Name It and Claim It
November 09, 2013 12:44 AM PST
It's time for "Name It and Claim It" on the Big Show!
If you're the first caller at Dickens 2-411 who can tell me the song featuring the following lyrics, I'll hook you up with a free episode of 3 Chords & the Truth -- free . . . absolutely free.
That's all there is to it, and if you buzz me off when you hear the busy signal, you will be the big winner of the latest episode of the Big Show.
Here we go! Mr. Music, please -- the lyrics to our mystery song on 3 Chords & the Truth!
I know a guy who's tough but sweet
I want candy, I want candy
Go to see him when the sun goes down
I want candy, I want candy
Candy on the beach, there's nothing better
I want candy, I want candy
REMEMBER, if you're the first to give me a shout at Dickens 2-411, you will be the big winner on Name It and Claim It . . . and the proud owner of a brand-new episode of this program. Good luck!
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.3 Chords and the Truth: This week's show, explained
October 25, 2013 07:35 PM PDT
What do you get when you love music?
A station with a pin to burst your bubble,
What do you get when you want some tunes?
DON'T TELL me what it's all about,
What do you get when you give your heart?
What do you get when you fall in love?
IT'S 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.3 Chords and the Truth: It's a surprise
October 19, 2013 03:22 AM PDT
The things I could tell you about this edition of the Big Show.
But I'm not. That would ruin it all.
Like, there's this one set on this week's 3 Chords & the Truth, and I'm telling you -- this is funny -- that when . . . nope. Not gonna get into that.
Listen, I'm not telling you. You know that half the fun of the Big Show is that you have no idea what's coming next. Oh, the joys of freeform radio.
Even when it's not on the radio.
But there is this other stretch on the show. . . . No, I'd better go before I spill the beans.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.3 Chords and the Truth: No information available
October 12, 2013 01:09 AM PDT
Due to the government shutdown, no information is available on this week's edition of 3 Chords & the Truth.
No attempt may be made, under penalty of federal statute, by this post's authors to inform of the exceptional quality of the latest edition of the Big Show.
Refer all queries to the originator of the program, 3 Chords & the Truth.
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October 04, 2013 11:04 PM PDT
Words are starting to fail me in trying to give you the lowdown on each week's edition of 3 Chords & the Truth.
I like the Big Show. I think lots of people do. It's eclectic . . . full of surprises.
That's all I got here.
So I decided to turn to the Omaha World-Herald's new advice columnist, the Sad Hipster, for help.
"Sad Hipster," I says, "why do you look like Ron Burgundy in a dirty-book store? I mean, that doesn't seem very hip to me. That seems rather '70s . . . and possibly kind of sticky."
"WELL," says the Hipster dude to me, "if I have to explain to you the style I'm going for here, the answer would just go over you head."
"It looks like you're going for 'creepy' to me. Possibly with polyester overtones.
"Oversimplification," he attempts to riposte. "It's about, ugh, whatever."
"Ugh about covers it," I parry. "But I digress. I came here to ask you to describe my podcast, 3 Chords & the Truth."
"Is that the new Desaparecidos album?"
No, it's my music show, I tell him.
"Is it like when we get really high and listen to River City Folk on public radio?"
"No, it's completely different," I explain, getting a bit sad myself. "Screw it. Just listen to this." I hand him my tablet computer. He recoils, having expected an iPad, not a Surface. I lie that it's really a fair-trade iPad made by Bolivian villagers. He takes it.
He listens to the Big Show. At first, he is confused by the hack of Tibetan throat singing. But then something happens.
The Sad Hipster smiles. And it's not because he's just won the Pulitzer Prize.
I think that about covers it. 3 Chords & the Truth: Recommended by 9 out of 10 doctors as an effective cure for sad hipsterism.
Yes, it's that good.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.Four Songs: Yesterday Once More
March 21, 2008 12:40 AM PDT
This week on Four Songs: five songs. It was necessary, one of the songs is by John Denver, and a "make good" was in order.
IN MY DEFENSE, I didn't pick the music. That was done according to what was hot with the record-buying public . . . in April 1975. Unfortunately, John Denver's "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" was big back then.
Unsurprisingly, I would have picked differently. But they don't let 14-year-old kids program Top-40 radio stations, and that's how old I was when this episode of Four Songs was done. Live. Through the facilities of the Big 91, WLCS radio in Baton Rouge, La.
In all its amplitude-modulated glory.
And glorious it was. So glorious that I was sitting at the kitchen table, early the morning of April 17, 1975, with my portable reel-to-reel tape recorder patched into the earphone jack of my clock radio to preserve a piece of WLCS forever.
It was a Thursday. Gary King was the morning man.
WLCS was one of Baton Rouge's two Top-40 blowtorches. Radio 13 -- WIBR -- was the other. 'IBR had some great jocks, and a friend of mine even was a part-timer there when I was in high school . . . but I was an 'LCS man.
No offense to WIBR.
Of course, by 1976, I was firmly in the camp of Loose Radio (WFMF during its album-oriented rock salad days). But I'll always love Double-U ELLLLLLL CEE Ess . . . even though it died in 1983, a few months after I married a KOIL woman from Omaha.
And if you're under, say, 30, you're not getting this conversation at all, are you?
LET ME EXPLAIN. Once upon a time, there was this thing called radio -- AM radio -- and we listened to it on "transistors," which were like iPods, only affordable. And better.
An iPod only can bring you the few hundred songs you load into it after illegally downloading them off the Internet or legally buying them on iTunes. But a transistor radio, that could bring you the world, baby.
All for free. And without the threat of a lawsuit by the music cops.
The world first came to my bedroom on a transistor radio tuned to WLCS. I also could tune in the whole wide world on WIBR, or maybe WTIX in New Orleans -- and sometimes KAAY through the ether from Little Rock at night -- but I mostly dug those rhythm and blues . . . and rock 'n' roll . . . and countrypolitan . . . and a bit of ring-a-ding-ding, too, on the Big 91.
What it was, was the breadth of American popular culture at my fingertips. And British Invasion, too.
Never was education so fun. I turned on the radio just to listen to some tunes, and I found myself under the spell of a thousand different tutors -- friendly voices from morning to overnight -- playing for me the breadth of musical expression . . . or at least the musical expression that charted well. It is because of 'LCS, 'IBR, 'TIX (and later, 'FMF) that this Catholic Boy has catholic tastes.
Your iPod is cool and all, but it can't do that.
SEE, THE DEAL IS that I can't repay the debt I owe to WLCS, for one. I can't repay the debt I owe to Gary King, that friendly morning voice on this episode of Four Songs.
For a spell there, King's was the voice I woke up to, got ready for school to and ate breakfast to. He played the hits and told me what the weather was outside, and Gene Perry gave the news at the top and bottom of the hour.
Back in the day, radio was a well-rounded affair.
King's also was the friendly voice that answered the studio line when an awkward teen-ager in junior-high hell would call to request a song. And his was the friendly voice that would take time to chat for a bit when that kid -- or his mother -- sometimes thought he had nothing better to do . . . like put on a morning show.
I didn't know it then, and Gary King (real name: Gary Cox) probably didn't know it, either, but what he was doing was being Christ, in a sense, to a lonely kid and his -- come to think of it -- lonely mother. I shudder to think what one of today's "morning zoo" shows would do with rich material like me and Mama.
That is, if they answered the studio line at all.
Via the AM airwaves, I made a human connection with WLCS and Gary King. I needed that. We all need that. And you can't get that from your iPod, though some of us will try to give it, because you have to work with what you have.
BEFORE APRIL 1975 was done, Gary King was gone. He originally was from Kentucky, and one day the call came from WAKY, the Top-40 powerhouse in Louisville that Gary grew up listening to.
On his last show, Gary's ending bit was "convincing" Gene Perry that he could catch a bullet in his teeth if the newsman would just help him out on the gun end. It didn't work as planned . . . which means it worked perfectly in radio's "theater of the mind."
I think I shed a tear or two.
And a couple of years later, I was learning the ropes at WBRH, Baton Rouge High's student-run FM station. And 33 years later -- after various pit stops on the air and hot off the press -- here we are at Revolution 21, trying to figure out what "radio" will be in this new millennium . . . right here on the Internet.
Thanks, Gary. I can't repay you in full, but maybe this will make a nice down payment.On dem first day of Christmas . . .
February 13, 2008 12:52 AM PST
Here's another special audio presentation: A bit of nostalgia recorded off the TV in the early '70s in Baton Rouge.
I remembered this recording when I heard of the death of Jules d'Hemecourt, a journalism professor when I was in school at LSU . . . and the man behind "The Cajun 12 Days of Christmas" when he was news director at Channel 33 in Baton Rouge.
This must have been recorded by me, off the air, sometime around Christmas 1973. Maybe '74. D'Hemecourt, who also was the Channel 33 news anchor at the time, introduces the recording on a holiday newscast.
Back in the day.
Enjoy.The tale of the tape
March 21, 2007 01:33 PM PDT
Here's a special audio presentation -- don't worry, the podcast will post as usual Friday -- from Revolution 21. I thought you just might want to hear this . . . a ghost in the machine, as it were.
What it is, is a recording of legendary Alabama radio host Joe Rumore from Oct. 28, 1949 on WVOK, Birmingham. And it's an extraordinary look back 58 years across the tidal wave of change and cultural revolution that radically transformed America.
It's a look at who we used to be, and at a kinder, more gentle and humane era of broadcasting that -- to today's ears -- sounds like a just-received transmission across many light-years of interstellar space from a star system far, far away.
You can read more about it on "Revolution 21's Blog for the People" at http://revolution-21.blogspot.com/2007/03/way-we-were-1949.html.
I'M THE MIGHTY FAVOG, and welcome to Revolution 21 . . . and its freeform show, 3 CHORDS & THE TRUTH. 3 Chords & the Truth is good music and a good time. 3C&T shares the Revolution 21 empire with Revolution 21's Blog for the People, which -- like the show -- is a mixture of the sacred and the secular. The serious and the foolish. Rock . . . and roll. And blues in the night.
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