One month ago I played my last show on KPSU. It was the most anticlimactic show, leaving as quietly as my very first came (in which Tom Cramer and I rambled on so much that someone called up and asked: “Just what kind of show is this?”). The last show revealed how ready I was to leave and how ready the world was too. Most of Artstar must have been driven by our desperation for any kind of art coverage and most importantly, the power and popularity of various guests.
I played music in the cold sub-basement a final time. Even my fellow DJs, passing through, had forgotten I was leaving. I played the entire Pink Flag by Wire, which has plenty of unplayable violations. But no one cared since no one listened. I never even told anyone about the anticlimactic final day, but it surely served some kind of purpose.
It’s hard to count too much on things, so I am trying not to. But then again, I always liked Mark Twain’s: “Put all your apples into one basket and then watch that basket.”