There’s a flaming red horizon that screams our names …
“Es Tut Mir Leid,” Mark Heard
“Escher’s World,” Chagall Guevara
“Etcetera Whatever,” Over the Rhine
“Eternal Life,” Jeff Buckley
“Euphoria,” Skatman Meredith
“Eurotrash Girl,” Cracker
“Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye,” Ella Fitzgerald
“Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye,” Annie Lennox
“Evangeline,” Matthew Sweet
“Eve of Destruction,” The Dickies
“Eve of Destruction/Machines,” Charlie McGloughlin
“Evelyn Is Not Real,” My Morning Jacket
Charlie’s little medley there is from one of my very Favorite Things. Charlie had a weekly show on our college’s campus radio station (25 watts, baby, 25 watts of pure AM carrier current mono) called the “Radio Campfire.” He’d sit down at a microphone with a guitar and a stack of cheat books and open the phone lines for requests. Charlie’d play whatever he felt like playing until the phone rang, and then he’d play whatever the caller wanted to hear. Even when it didn’t quite work — when he didn’t know the song, or when whoever was working the sound board really wasn’t up to the task of being recruited to sing backup on “California Dreaming” — it still had the energy of live, without-a-net radio. But when it did work, nothing was better.
College nostalgia aside, this is something I’d love to hear a professional radio station try. That’s probably never going to happen, but it should.
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