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radio redux

some of you may have noticed that i posted a while back about how excited i was about going back to do a radio show on july 2nd and then uncharacteristically said nothing about it ever again.

you want me to play what?!?!?
well, the original date had to get moved [my fault], but i will be doing a guest slot tomorrow from midnight to 2 est on ckut-fm. if you're in montreal, you can listen the old-fashioned way [with a radio], but everyone in the entire world with internet access can also listen by tuning in right here. although i don't know what i'd do if everyone in the world tuned in, other than avoid answering the phones, which i tend to do anyway.

this will be more the experimental "that's not music" side of dj kali, rather than the more beat-oriented "i'd prefer not to get punched in the nose so i'll be a little more amenable" dj kali, who normally appears in bars and lets people bribe her with free hooch.

all this also reminds me that i have a huge pouch with a bunch of my old playlists from halifax [vintage 1994-96] which i may get around to posting here some time, just for the hell of it. if only so that this won't be the sole memorial to my time on the radio available on the internet.

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