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more like space radio, episode 4

see? when i don't commit to a deadline on something, i do it right away. when i'm at work, i insist on deadlines so that i can prioritize, but when i'm alone, left to my own organisational devices, it's like i feel the need to rebel against all time constraints. but let me do things with no fixed schedule and i'm all "hey, i'd better get this done right now". so from now on, more like space is a deadline-free zone, people. it'll happen when it happens. [assuming it happens at all...]

so here is episode 4 of more like space radio. as you'll hear, i realised as i was thinking about it that part of my mental block was not knowing what to say in the speak-y bits, so i trimmed down my patter [no interruption in the middle] and it made things much faster. so for your listening pleasure

more like space radio, episode 4. now with less kate.

playlist ::

mark mothersbaugh :: osoy

intro

gespent jugend :: vorwьrfe machen
bipol :: ritual murder
nullgrad :: lowell's folly
le syndicat :: el locortico
mika vainio :: a ravenous edge
maria zerfall :: tote zone
women of the ss :: daily voyeurist
nurse with wound :: a short dip in the glory hole

extro

annie anxiety :: viet not mine, el salvador yours

don't forget! you can also still download past episodes of the show! they're available here:

episode 1
episode 2
episode 3

if there's anything you'd like to hear on upcoming episodes [and i'm not telling you when they're coming, since we agreed that's a no-no], please feel free to drop me a line. actually, better yet, email me or leave a comment. i'm not going to know what you want if all i get is a line.

thanks for reading, thanks for listening and thanks for putting up with my occasionally lax blogging habits!

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