I wanna shake and move all through the early evening,

I wanna shake and move all through the early evening, and gathering consistently. Really, I sort of need to shake and move constantly, and party just seldom. Clear Channel's 94 HJY is not my first decision for either. 

12:51. Headed Zeppelin, Candy Store Rock. C- 

See, I feel like Led Zeppelin's aims were constantly great, yet their execution simply got far excessively brimming with testosterone all the time for my tastes. Outside of the band, I may go so far as to call myself a Jimmy Page fan. He was in the Yardbirds here and there, and he played on Brenda Lee's "Is It True," and P.p. Arnold's "The First Cut Is the Deepest" (the first and best form), and various sorts of other extraordinary music in the 1960s. However then he got his own particular band, and yeesh with the masculinity. Station ID. 

12:54. D- 

In the event that Led Zeppelin is an excessively chicken rough understanding of great music, Firehouse is that, as well, yet less the great music part. 

12:58. DJ. She's amazingly squeaky-voiced. Furthermore eww, obviously the now-consummation (thank heavens) twelve hour system was called "Hair in Your Lunch." Disgusting. Also wrong, from what I listened. Promotions. 

1:00. The Doors, LA Woman. C+ 

This, I think, is the place if the Doors were a TV program and I were a significantly greater dork than I am, I would say they hopped the shark. It's equitable joke toward oneself by this point, and Jim Morrison's vocals here are senseless. Fortunately, it was comfortable end, and the collection itself isn't all awful ("Love Her Madly" is similar to the total inverse of this tune, one of their best). 

1:08. Tesla, Love Song. D- 

Take a gander at this marvelous photo of Nikola Tesla, and afterward listen to this melody. See the distinction? Then again, on the off chance that you lean toward encountering great things over encountering awful things, skirt the listening to it part. 

1:12. Good fortunes, woman. 

1:13. U2, New Years Day. B- 

You know, notwithstanding gasbag Bono bloviating on top of it, I would truly like this melody. Alternately at any rate like it; that "truly" may be pushing it. Did you realize that for some time Bono's full stage name was Bono Vox (Latin for "good voice")? It's actual. What a blowhard. A do-gooder blowhard, however a blowhard in any case. 

1:18. Exasperates, Land of Confusion. D+ 

See January 4. 

1:22. Squeaky DJ plugs a challenge to make HJY a promotion. I can never choose in the event that I endorse of challenges like that or not. Advertisements, with a couple of station Ids sprinkled in for good fortunes. 

1:26. Dark Crowes, Twice as Hard. D+ 

You know, for the most part there some more mixture on this station than this. I have an inclination that I'm listening to a nation station and essentially listening to the same melody, again and again and again and again. What's the contrast in the middle of this and Tesla and Firehouse and Van Halen? 

1:30. Van Halen, Unchained. D+ 

What did I simply say? What did I simply say!?!?!? I frequently gripe about how this kind of music doesn't have any comical inclination, however perhaps its more regrettable when it supposes it does. 

1:34. Squeaky DJ woman, quit squeaking "Vanishing" at me, please. That is to say, I'm happy that you play no less than one band with a lady in it, yet does it must be that one? Also do you need to continue discussing them and attempting to get me to need tickets to see them? Since I would prefer not to see them, and any individual who does merits our sensitivity and ought to be in treatment. 

1:34. Godsmack, The Enemy. C+ 

Godsmack never equalled the doltish fun of their first single, "Whatever," which, however it bad whatsoever, was one of my most loved bleeped-out tunes to chime in with when it was new. It truly enjoyable to yell, "Better -kinfolk' go away!" Since that tune, tragically, they've been dull to the amazing. Comical, however, is the way that I attended an university with their legal counselor's little girl. We used to call him (the father) "P____ B____, Lawyer to the Stars." 

1:38. The DJ figures out how to dole out Evanescence tickets, at long last. What's more here's promotions. Amid them, there's a garbled station ID which claims they're playing less advertisements. And afterward there's an alternate cluster of promotions! Who do they think they're tricking? Less advertisements than what, Vogue? 

1:42. Jimi Hendrix, Fire. B- 

I attempt, however I simply can't appreciate listening to Jimi Hendrix. Too bad. Albeit I do believe that, in the event that I can overlook that I've heard it commonly in the recent past, the verse "Let me remained by your flame" is really smart and great. 

1:44. Stone Sour, Through Glass. D- 

Divertingly unbalanced move. I'd most likely take Jimi Hendrix over this wussy poop. 

1:48. Squeaky lets me know not to stress in light of the fact that she has more Evanescence tickets. Plainly she's not listening to a statement I'm stating. 

1:49. Billy Idol, White Wedding. B+ 

All things considered, at any rate we'll end on a generally decent note. Billy Idol's one of those individuals like Pat Benatar who I never enjoyed at all and sort of arranged in the "exhausting fake punk" class until I had companions who sang them at karaoke. I get it now, I think. 

All the discussion about Evanescence this hour, I'm simply happy I didn't really hear them. General evaluation: D+. Furthermore I figure I'm feeling pointed today.

Woman's Hour

Woman's Hour is a radio magazine programme broadcast on BBC Radio 4 in the United Kingdom. Created by Norman Collins and originally presented by Alan Ivimey the programme was first broadcast on 7 October 1946 on the BBC's Light Programme. It was transferred to its current home in 1973. Over the years it has been presented by Joan Griffiths, Olive Shapley, Jean Metcalfe, Marjorie Anderson, Judith Chalmers, Sue MacGregor, Jenni Murray, and Martha Kearney.

Sheila McClennon regularly filled in for Murray and Kearney before joining the presenting team of You and Yours. More recently, Carolyn Quinn, Jane Little and Ritula Shah have hosted occasional programmes, and guest presenters have included Oona King and Amanda Platell. Jane Garvey became part of the presenting team on Monday 8 October 2007. On 1 January 2005, the show became Man's Hour for one day only, on which it was presented by Channel 4 News anchor Jon Snow. On 18 July 2010, after 64 years of Woman's Hour, the BBC began broadcasting a full series called Men's Hour on BBC Radio 5 presented by Tim Samuels.

Aulax

Aulax is a South African Proteaceae genus of just 3 species of evergreen shrubs. It is unusual among the many South African Proteaceae to have male and female flowers on separate plants, as this plant does. The bushes have fine needle-like foliage. In spring and summer female plants produce funnel-shaped Leucospermum-like flowerheads that develop into seed cones. The catkin-like male flowers are yellow.

94.1 WHJY FM. Monday, March 26, 2007. 12:51 to 1:51 PM.

Movie blok!

I wanna rock and roll all through the early afternoon, and party every day. Actually, I kind of want to rock and roll all the time, and party only rarely. Clear Channel's 94 HJY is not my first choice for either.

12:51. Led Zeppelin, Candy Store Rock. C-
See, I feel like Led Zeppelin's intentions were always good, but their execution just got way too full of testosterone all the time for my tastes. Outside of the band, I might go so far as to call myself a Jimmy Page fan. He was in the Yardbirds sometimes, and he played on Brenda Lee's "Is It True," and P.P. Arnold's "The First Cut Is the Deepest" (the original and best version), and all kinds of other great music in the 1960s. But then he got his own band, and yeesh with the manliness. Station ID.
12:54. Firehouse, Don't Treat Me Bad. D-
If Led Zeppelin is an overly cock-rocky interpretation of good music, Firehouse is that, too, but minus the good music part.
12:58. DJ. She's incredibly squeaky-voiced. And eww, apparently the now-ending (thank goodness) noon-hour program was called "Hair in Your Lunch." Disgusting. And inaccurate, from what I heard. Ads.
1:00. The Doors, LA Woman. C+
This, I think, is where if the Doors were a television show and I were an even bigger dork than I am, I would say they jumped the shark. It's just self-parody by this point, and Jim Morrison's vocals here are silly. Luckily, it was right at the end, and the album itself isn't all bad ("Love Her Madly" is like the polar opposite of this song, one of their best).
1:08. Tesla, Love Song. D-
Look at this awesome photograph of Nikola Tesla, and then listen to this song. See the difference? Alternatively, if you prefer experiencing good things over experiencing bad things, skip the listening to it part.
1:12. The DJ tries to pawn off Evanescence tickets. Good luck, lady.
1:13. U2, New Years Day. B-
You know, if not for gasbag Bono bloviating all over it, I would really like this song. Or at least like it; that "really" might be pushing it. Did you know that for a while Bono's full stage name was Bono Vox (Latin for "good voice")? It's true. What a blowhard. A do-gooder blowhard, but a blowhard nonetheless.
1:18. Disturbed, Land of Confusion. D+
See January 4.
1:22. Squeaky DJ plugs a contest to make HJY an ad. I can never decide if I approve of contests like that or not. Ads, with a few station IDs sprinkled in for good luck.
1:26. Black Crowes, Twice as Hard. D+
You know, usually there's a bit more variety on this station than this. I feel like I'm listening to a country station and basically hearing the same song, over and over and over and over. What's the difference between this and Tesla and Firehouse and Van Halen?
1:30. Van Halen, Unchained. D+
What did I just say? What did I just say!?!?!? I often complain about how this sort of music doesn't have any sense of humor, but maybe it's worse when it thinks it does.
1:34. Squeaky DJ lady, stop squeaking "Evanescence" at me, please. I mean, I'm glad that you play at least one band with a woman in it, but does it have to be that one? And do you have to keep talking about them and trying to get me to want tickets to see them? Because I don't want to see them, and anyone who does deserves our sympathy and should be in treatment.
1:34. Godsmack, The Enemy. C+
Godsmack never equalled the idiotic fun of their first single, "Whatever," which, though it's not good at all, was one of my favorite bleeped-out songs to sing along with when it was new. It's really really fun to shout, "Better --kin' go away!" Since that song, sadly, they've been dull to the extreme. Hilarious, though, is the fact that I went to college with their lawyer's daughter. We used to call him (the father) "P____ B____, Lawyer to the Stars."
1:38. The DJ manages to give away Evanescence tickets, finally. And here's ads. During them, there's an incongruous station ID which claims they're playing fewer ads. And then there's another bunch of ads! Who do they think they're fooling? Fewer ads than what, Vogue?
1:42. Jimi Hendrix, Fire. B-
I try, but I just can't enjoy listening to Jimi Hendrix. Sorry. Although I do think that, if I can forget that I've heard it many times before, the lyric "Let me stand next to your fire" is pretty clever and awesome.
1:44. Stone Sour, Through Glass. D-
Hilariously awkward transition. I'd definitely take Jimi Hendrix over this wussy crap.
1:48. Squeaky tells me not to worry because she has more Evanescence tickets. Clearly she's not listening to a word I'm saying.
1:49. Billy Idol, White Wedding. B+
Well, at least we'll end on a relatively good note. Billy Idol's one of those people like Pat Benatar who I never liked at all and kind of classified in the "boring fake punk" category until I had friends who sang them at karaoke. I get it now, I think.

All the talk about Evanescence this hour, I'm just glad I didn't actually hear them. Overall grade: D+. And I guess I'm feeling pithy today.

What they should have played instead.
Marnie Stern, Put All Your Eggs in One Basket and Then Watch That Basket!!!. (download)
Marnie Stern is loud.

P.S.: If you have your right speaker across the room behind you, and if you're like me in other ways, you'll flip out for a second, every time, when the tambourines come in at about 0:17, and think someone's behind you jingling keys even though you're alone in the house. Consider yourself warned: abject terror is in your future.