Monday, April 26, 2010

Some Coincidences Are Too Fuckin' Unbelievable.

SO I was rooting around on the Internet, looking for some Razz-related information, when I stumbled across a website that is so awesome for us aging DC-area musicians that my head spins. But I'll get to that later.

The website has uploaded mp3s of literally hundreds of episodes [and, at ninety-minutes each, that comes out to multiple hundreds of hours -- I can do math!] of old WHFS (102.3), WHFS (99.1), WRNR, and WGTB shows, as well as rarities (Razz "Bad Intentions / Say Way" demos, "Places That Are Gone" EP).

So I'm sifting through the countless shows, and I just grab one marked "Weasel -- WHFS). I'm listening, remembering that WHFS was still a glorified blues / roots station with new wave leanings -- the tunes are sometimes painful.. But they're also great.

As soon as Weasel finished the Montgomery General Hospital "Foot Care Days" promo [I kid you not], an ad I'd never heard cranked up, by an outfit that I never knew advertised:

The Gentry, on Capitol Hill -- with a "growing reputation" and "top attractions" A minute-long spot.

So it goes along for about fifteen seconds, when I hear

and tonight, the Gentry has three bands: The Intentions, Twister, and MX, all for one low cover.

Get to the end of the ad, and the effer starts pimping the Intentions and Twister again in the ad.

I never knew that anybody in DC advertised (except 9:30 -- "a Place in Time" and d.c. space - "space is the place!"), and I sure as shit didn't think I'd hear my crap band getting promoted to tease people out to "Capitol Hill's best music spot!"

That was a helluva kick -- especially since I probably only heard three minutes of the 46-minute mp3!

4 comments:

Mister Parker said...

Wow! And odds are that wasn't the only time you guys got mentioned.

You were famous!

Maybe it's just as well you didn't know -- you'd just have blown it on booze and broads.

Oh, wait ...

I kid. You're my hero. Were then, are now.

¡barangus!™ said...

Cerphe's archive?

Mythical Monkey said...

You know, one thing this remind me of is to what degree radio has gone to hell in a handbasket over the last twenty years. Once upon a time, every town had its own distinctive sound. Now you can't tell Washington from Waco, and there's some guy in Kuala Lumpur listening to the same nine songs I'm listening to ...

muleboy said...

and there's some guy in Kuala Lumpur listening to the same nine songs I'm listening to ...



and his name's Billy . . . .