Broad Strokes Live Tonight at Nine

Tonight at nine, I will be doing my monthly radio show, Broad Strokes, on Washington Heights Free Radio (WHFR).  To listen to the show, go to WHFR and click on Listen listed on top of the menu bar.

It’s been awhile since I have done a show.  So, I’m trying to keep my anxieties at bay.

However, I am excited, because I know this will be fun.  Especially since it is for the first time this year, 2010!

The show is live and direct from WHFR’s home: an apartment in Washington Heights.

I fine this inspiring, that you can do anything once you set your mind to it.  You can have a radio show in your apartment if you can dream, believe, be flexible and most of all endure.

Because I’ve been M.I.A for awhile,  I wanted to include so much on this broadcast.  But there is no time.  What I will do, however, is explain my absence on the air web.

WHFR has been experiencing some technical and financial difficulties, such as needing a new computer, and being a non-profit/grassroots web station they have and are doing most of this out of pocket.

Bringing you stories, live events, and much more, WHFR tries and remains independent of any corporate sponsorship.  So, if you like what WHFR is doing, you can donate by contacting WHFR at


She Moves She by Four Tet
Head Techician by Object
Vertical Rhythm by Gossip
Ambling Alp by Yeasayer
Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division
Down in The Park by Kirb & Chris
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart by Alicia Keys
You Do You by Bear In Heaven
Surrounded by Your Friends by Hooray for Earth
Silver Trembling Hands by The Flaming Lips
I Quit Girls by Japandroids
Destruction by Willowz
Repetition by ZAZA
Dance Alone by Transmission
Beating St. Louis by Shilpa Ray & Her Happy Hookers

By the way, if you know of a band(s) that I should be listening too, or you are in a band that wants to be on the program, just send me a shout out:

Who Dat?

Wha yuh tinkin bout?
Who yuh tinkin ah-bout?
Who yuh muse lovin
on a cream tea beach?
Whose taste yuh tongue savors
yuh hands softly soothes?
Whose body is warm enough
for de cold days and nights?
Whose openin yuh caged lonely love?

Wha yuh tinkin bout?
Who yuh tinkin ah-bout?
Who dat yuh lovin
someplace wey de sky is real
blue paint, a dab of real white
and real hot yellow?
Who dat yuh lovin
someplace wey de night
is ah black board for diamonds
and an old round rock
yuh hope to walk on? 

Wha yuh tinkin bout?
Who yuh tinkin ah-bout?
Who yuh muse lovin?
Who dat yuh lovin?
Who dat yuh needin?
Who dat?


Know what it means before presenting yourself as one.

No! Luddite isn’t some fancy glasses with awkwardness.
Luddite means you shouldn’t even be reading this right now.

More than a trendy term to drop into circles
oh I’m a Luddite writer
well, we’re all writers
all of us
Luddite or not!

Yeah I know what a type is, so what
I saw what a typewriter looks like
and I saw its alphabets
and I used many of its letters.

Do you really romanticize over the lost of letters
like real letters that you get from a pigeon
because really the pigeons are out of work
and no one demands a strong letter anymore.

I was brought up on T.V.
Does that scare you?  It should if you’re a Luddite
I write on a computer, so I can easily escape
and start over
If you’re a pure Luddite it’s either telling of where you’ve grown up or your age

which one would you like to be the predicate of?

Words fight as they come and go
but this one bothers me the most


19C protester against technology: a worker who was involved in protests in the United Kingdom in the 1810s against new factory methods of production and who favored traditional methods of work.