In this beautiful, precedent-setting episode of Solitary Confinement in the Digital Age, I invite you into my house, and let what happens happen.
The evening's impetus comes from me discovering a Hunter S Thompson book in a thrift store, getting some beer, writing a song/poem with inflamatory words that should merely, by now, be cool. It goes through the great Leonard Cohen and the great Cat Power. The great Cat Power is the great Chan Marshall, who might be an alcoholic, like me.
I know about the great Chan Marshall because of the great, the greatest, Patti Schmidt. I don't know how to spell her name and I am not going to check. But Patti Schmitt(?) was once the host of the show that made Canadian indie music the best indie music in the world: the show was broadcast on CBC radio 2 during the 90s. It was called Brave New Waves.
Hey ... It's Brave New Waves
An unsung genius of Canadian broadcasting. How many great Canadian bands will read this and not realize the slight they have done Patti Smitt (lol) by not demanding that she receive, at the very least
I'm not checking how to spell her name. I love her. I met her once at the Horseshoe Tavern in Toronto and this was after listening to her show all five days a week after lockdown. The best fuckin' show.
Anyhoo, when I met her at the Horseshoe Tavern, I didn't quite believe it was her. It just seemed too good to be true.
She insisted she was she. To make her prove it - GET THIS! - I made her say the show's intro into my ear.
"Hey ... It's Brave New Waves"
If you have never heard the show Brave New Waves I won't bother explaining the matchless brilliance of this.
I didn't mention the above story in the podcast, by the way. If you've read this far consider yourself backstoried.
