I just want to note, first of all, that as much as I want to jabber about the most recent L Word, I am restraining myself. I put the urge down to the writers concentrating well on character development (but tangentially, and unrelated to what I would have rambled about, damn that was a surprising amount of sweaty naked bodies).

Anyhoo, I was thinking while driving along in the very pleasantly summer-like night, with the sunroof open to the city-lit clouds, about the local community radio station. Or, at least, one reason I really like it besides the wonderful tangos and sambas that mixed with the cool breeze last night. That is, that it helps to turn Tucson into something like the city-that-is-any-city in Charles de Lint's writing. Just for a couple examples, the late night dj's with the lovely smokey voices that play whatever they damn well please, and the access to (and their avid support of) the local music scene which is actually quite rich, Tucson being the kinda-artsy town that it is.

Without KXCI, there would just be the commercial stations with their endlessly repetitive, nationally decided playlists, and finding the next time Hans and the Attache would be playing at Plush would require checking every week for a half-torn, stapled up flyer (which would be do-able, but KXCI is like a helper-buddy that holds together what would otherwise be random and unconnected events).

Random Robert Frost quotes of the day!
"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
-and-
"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."