Space is the place, baby. Space is the place.
Driving home tonight. It's around 6 pm Saturday night, and the sun is in my eyes, cars bumper to bumper. I wondering if I applied enough sunblock to make it through this traffic jam, tonight , our dinner groceries melting in the trunk.
So, I flip on KCRW (89.9) to hear THE WEIRDEST SONG, EVER.
Then, another. Then, another. ( Clearly, I did not inherit the "rock music critic" gene.)
And that was all part of the intro of what was, apparently, an entire show devoted to Sun Ra.
Get home.
Tell Pete, "Hey, I heard the strangest thing on KCRW, tonight. It really surprised me, because it wasn't like the other stuff you usually hear this early in the day. It wasn't even midnight, or anything. It was more like bizarre college radio."
I'm unloading groceries and trying to explain who the announcer was and how trippy the sounds were -- and Pete interrupts me.
"Wait, this is Henry Rollins? He's doing a whole show