and so it begins
I vividly remember my uncle spinning 45’s from his station in the basement closet. There was a red light in there and the entire basement was so packed that there was only enough room to hold up a drink and wine.
I remember the responsibility of not damaging the records because that meant damaging the message. I remember the honor bestowed on the one deemed worthy - and old enough - to touch the equipment. To be the selector was an unspoken rite of passage… the requirement to both move and challenge the crowd.
I will not be the only DJ contributing to the sound, text and art on this site.
Consider me (Pierre Bennu) a curator of this sonic gallery of audio collages. I expect it will transform and mutate into something far less literal than this but until such time I leave you with some older pieces I had laying around to whet your virtual palate.
I’m not going to bore you with music theory or how well I can use my thesaurus. This is more for you to close your eyes to and imagine a smell or a place or a time, perhaps visit a place you’ve never been or doesn’t even exist. This is for artists, dreamers and folks who need a sound put to a moment that they cant hold onto with words. This is something to nod your head to and reminisce; or something that gets you up dancing and sends you on a journey saying “who sings that?†Some of its funny some of it’s obscure but all of its recorded live and done with love…
This is notradio.
