A Season in Hell
Hell's Kitchen Radio #257: John Is Going To Hell
March 14, 2016 @ 8:00pm


From last Monday night: "This is it! My very last show. I'm having knee surgery on Wednesday and I may not make it back alive. This is your very last chance to hear my voice LIVE on the radio."

So it appears that I made it through the surgery, and I'm alive to tell the tale. Not much of a tale to tell. I have a new ACL, a cleaned up meniscus, and I'm laid up on the couch on lots of meds, healing, listening to music, reading books, watching movies, including the Zappa Roxy film. DAMN! I'm on lots of meds. Did I mention that? I can't recall. I also can't see very well because of said meds, so I don't know if there are any typos. I'm happy I know how to type when I'm not on meds. This may help the current situation. When I was in grocery I used to 10-key like a mo-fo! Seriously, I was the fastest one on the line. I was like a blur. I would talk to customers while I rang them up, and they would be all nervous that I would accidentally charge them the incorrect price for something. I assured them that everything would be spot on, and if it wasn't then I would purchase them a tin of Altoids. I was never off, ever!

The meds also make me stray off topic.

Since last Monday was going to possibly be my final radio show, I pulled out many, but not quite all the stops. Much of the playlist for the night was my typical favorite fair. There are some surprises within, that I didn't mark down. And the witty banter is worth the price of the free admission.

If you are ever in a place where you believe that you are soon going to pass away off this mortal coil, then I encourage you to pull out all (or most) of your favorite anything and enjoy it to the very end. Now that I'm healing, on my couch, on lots of meds (did I mention the meds), it's all about the music and films and books that I get to enjoy. It's about taking a breath, and realizing that we really only do live once, so we better live it up, or get busy dying. We don't often get the opportunity to sit on our asses as prescribed by our doctor. So, when you do have those rare moments, take full advantage of them. Enjoy the arts like you haven't done before, reach out to family and friends and let them know you care, meditate, stare out the window into the wild world, and look forward to eventually rejoining that space, but do it with your newly found appreciation of what it means to take that well-deserved, if not prescribed time off.

Back to healing. Did I mention the meds?



In The Flesh: Pink Floyd
God of Thunder (DEMO): Kiss
High Roller: Cheap Trick

Chocolate Jesus: Tom Waits
Mercy Seat: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Mudride: Mudhoney
1970: The Stooges

Block of Ice: Thee Oh Sees
Jack the Maggot: FUZZ
Rollin and Tumblin': Baby Face Leroy Trio

Bring It On Home: Sonnyboy Williamson
Headbanger: King Tuff
I'm In Your Mindfuzz: King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

Bang Bang: Nancy Sinatra
Jump In Line: Harry Belefonte
Lexicon Devil: Germs
Happy Boy: The Beat Farmers
Sonic Reducer: Dead Boys

She Belongs To Me: The Nice
Interstellar Overdrive: The Melvins

Yatzar: John Zorn's Electric Masada

ACDC: Sweet
Magic: Zig Zags