Mountain Mama Twisted
Here’s the playlist and script for today’s show. I think it’s a wild ride! Give er a listen by logging onto kdrt.org and finding Mountain Mama in the archives or follow this link
1) Twisted, The Wood Brothers 4:09
Manzanita by Gary Snyder
Before dawn the coyotes
weave medicine songs
dream nets — spirit baskets —
milky way music
they cook young girls with
to be woman;
or the whirling dance of
striped boys —
At moon-set the pines are gold-purple
Just before sunrise.
The dog hastens into the undergrowth
Comes back panting
Huge, on the small dry flowers.
Drums and echoes
Across the still meadow
One man draws, and releases an arrow
Misses a gray stump, and splitting
A smooth red twisty manzanita bough.
Manzanita the tips in fruit,
Clusters of hard green berries
The longer you look
The bigger they seem,
2) Little Plastic Castle, Ani DeFranco 4:03
3) The Piano Has Been Drinking, Dan Hicks 3:30
Barbie, Her Identity as an Extraterrestrial Finally
Suspected, Bravely Battles the Interrogation of
the Pentagon Task Force Who’s Captured Her
By Denise Duhamel
Don’t bother looking for my belly button, boys–
You won’t find it. Fascism comes to countries
wrapped in flags of freedom
as I come to Earth, minus evidence
of an umbilical cord. Expecting someone green?
Someone a little taller perhaps? Disguised
as the astronaut-bride-rock singer-pilot,
I’ve practiced friendly interplanetary voodoo,
fooling you all since my birth in 1959.
I won’t bear children but instead will spawn sideways
until every one of your world-citizens knows who I am.
At this very moment, little girls are whispering their woes
into my hollow solar plexus.
And I am listening, taking notes, then reporting to my sources
who are planning an Earth girls’ emancipation.
I guess you’re right–I do have the cheery deception
of one planning a surprise birthday party.
But you yourselves have written in government handbooks
that a new authority can only move in
when current rulers neglect a majority of their citizens.
So even as you twist my arm so hard
that I confess, my alien plan remains perfect.
How can you, grown men, take me, a mere toy, seriously?
Especially when my cherry red nail polish
clashes with my fuchsia paisley spaceship.
4) Because We Can, Fatboy Slim 3:27
5) Whose Got Mine, The Jim Jones Review 2:10
6) Octopuses Garden, The Beatles 2:51
Getting Rid Of The Accent by Sheryl St. Germain
I thought I had gotten rid of it
after I moved to Texas; speech classes
and twelve years in another state–but I’d
still fall back into it like into the gutter
whenever I visited, even on the phone,
whenever my mother called, forgetting
I was a college graduate, forgetting
I was an English major, saying things
like wheah ya at sweethawt, or
dat doan mean nuttn, ya awta seen
da way she pawks dat caw, the sounds
I was fed like milk as a child, the aw
sound predominating as if it was just
too much work to pronounce the r.
I tried hard to get rid of it,
to make my voice sound
as if I had nothing to do with
the black smell of the Lake,
nothing to do with my mother’s
beans and rice,
nothing to do with my father’s breath,
my brother’s track marks.
Once, after listening to me speak,
a friend snickered, “I can tell
you’re from New Orleans
by the way you say room and leg.”
I couldn’t hear it at first, couldn’t hear
that I was saying rum for room, and layg
for leg. It was the hardest part
of getting rid of the accent,
rum still sounds more right than room,
gets the job done quicker,
with less effort. Leg was hard too
because layg was in me like blood.
It was a word my mother used a lot,
get your laygs off there, Sheryl,
close your laygs, Sheryl, wash
out the tub when you shave your
laygs, Sheryl, but I practiced
and practiced it, the short e
of leg and the long o of room,
squinching my mouth
into the unnatural positions,
working my way from
the voice of my father,
the blood of my brother.
I was not going to sink
as my mother had, lower
and lower into this spongy
land, I would not have my words
sound like the drunken streets,
that runs by our house still,
when I sing of this place I love
unreasonably more than life
itself, I want the words to rise
strong and true, separate.
7) Bones, The Good Luck Thrift Store Outfit 3:09
8) My Uncle Used To Love Me But She Died, The Sweetback Sisters, 3:06
9) Magalenha, The Duhks, 2:01
Life, You Know by Michael A. Flanagan
10) June, Buddy and Julie Miller, 4:16
11) Just a Bum, Greg Brown, 4:12
12) Somedays, Karen Savoca 4:15
Field Guide to Confinement by Charlotte Matthews
13) Crazy Mama, J.J. Cale 2:31
14) Sideways, Citizen Cope 5:19
Mountain Mama’s Earth Music is heard here on KDRT 95.7 FM, in Davis, CA and you can check out today’s play list, listen to the show or any of other great shows any old time by logging onto KDRT.org.
Thanks for getting twisted with me
15) Crazy Train, Ozzy Osbourne, 4:55