Daily Archives: February 11, 2014

Radio XXXI, side B, track 1: “Wicked” by New Bohemians

new bohemiansOh, New Bohemians, this is why my radio station was awesome.  I don’t listen to much top 40 these days, if any, but when I talk to people about it, apparently those stations tend to play the same songs over and over again.  Now, I’m not going to say that KISD FM didn’t play popular songs more frequently, they certainly did, but they also played all kinds of other stuff.  And it wasn’t relegated to a certain hour or a certain DJ, except for maybe the Hot New Music Hour or one of the various countdowns, it was sprinkled throughout the broadcast day.  Little nuggets of randomness popped up all the time on my radio station.  And beyond that, New Bohemians, my radio station also had fun with music.  They had all kinds of special weekends where they highlighted different kinds of music, and as we’ve already been talking about, this was their latest and greatest, the Now and Then Weekend.  So far, I’d heard a couple of songs from the past, one that was new to me and one that I’d recorded once already.

But this particular song felt like it was something different altogether.  The DJ said it was rare, and it sounded rare.  As a listener, I felt like I’d been given a unique gift that not everyone would get to hear and that not many had heard before.  I’m not an audiophile in any sense of the word, at least not compared to others I know who know anything and everything about music and bands and singers and what-not, but this particular track gave me a glimpse into the world of those who are obsessed with collecting every recording for a particular band, who know every show they played and know who wrote what and who sang what and who played what.  If I hadn’t become obsessed with collecting comic books, collecting tunes would have probably become my obsession instead, and frankly, would have made me way cooler.

“Wicked”

 <awesome New Bohemians jam>

You got a wicked reputation, you don’t know where you at
Creepin’ around like an alley cat

Placin’ all your money on parked cars
And shooting rubber bands at the stars

<awesome New Bohemians jam>

Feeel me

Crawl through your vein
Like rain down a window
Pane

Feeel me

Crawl through your vein
Like rain down a window
Pane

Like rain

<awesome New Bohemians jam>

Feeel me

Crawl through your veins like rain down a window
Pane

There was this guy

Sitting on the roof

Lookin’ at the sky

Shooting rubber bands at the stars
Shooting rubber bands at the stars

They won’t go that far

They won’t go that far

Give it up, give it up, give it up

<awesome New Bohemians jam>

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