Ink Tank – 44 Showcase Contemporary Art Center

Aug 31, 2010 by

For those of you not familiar with Ink Tank, it is a non-profit located on 1411 Main Street (moved from 1311) whose tagline is “Changing Cincinnati one word at a time.”  It began with the idea of social justice and racial integration and now serves in strong partnership with the Drop Inn Center. Open mic nights are the first Tuesday of every month and there are two writer’s groups; Writer’s Salon every other Thursday and Poetry Salon recently begun by Keith Wilson.  Other progams include:

Men’s Drop Inn Recovery Program

Women’s First Step Recovery Program

Readvitalization Final Friday

Book Bank

Final Friday readings were held this past Final Friday and readings will be held again this Saturday, September 4 from 2:00 PM to 6:00 PM at the Contemprary Art Center  for their 44 Series.   Here’s the Facebook invitation – Join Us!

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Losing It – TWICE! 1 of 2

Aug 10, 2010 by

I’ve lost weight.  162.5 lbs to be exact.  Not all at once but in two major spasms of losing frenzies.  When people learn this – and it is usually a shock – the first question out of their mouth is “How?”

I can tell what I did and the amount of time it took but where the motivation came from (and where it went) and why or how I stayed focused or disciplined is an enigma.  However, folks ask so frequently I thought that maybe a blog post was in order. 

Please understand I am not a professional, some of what I did was probably not healthy, and I am certainly not telling anyone else how to do it.  I can only say what I learned, observed and what worked for me.  Weight gain and loss is an incredibly personal journey, it involves way more than just scales and numbers.  Some people are large from birth.  I was not.  I was not an overweight child – in fact, my mother recounted to me the story of my high school calling her when I was a freshman concerned that I was too thin.  They thought I was anorexic.  Given the amount of cakes and cookies I would put away at home, my mother promptly told them to take a flying leap off something short into something large; Mom was a nurse and she would certainly know if her daughter was anorexic or bulimic.  What the school didn’t know is I fed a music fetish and would save lunch money by not eating; hording away to buy books and records because we were not rich enough to afford an allowance.  That is why they never saw me in the cafeteria.  That is why I am the proud owner of a small monument of useless vinyl.      

Sometime after getting married, I sank into a very low depression and I started eating.  It seems after marriage I was extremely unhappy; I just didn’t know it.  I did what I was supposed to do – got married, found a real job after college (I’d been blessed with graduating in the middle of a recession) and moved into a small apartment.  This was happily ever after except it really wasn’t; but, girls like me didn’t have dreams and ambitions and I was damn lucky to find a stable, wonderful man who was actually silly enough to love and marry me.   I was diagnosed with depression – apparently, I had it all my life and I set about reading everything to learn about this new label.  And I ate.  And ate.  And ate.

I ballooned to 225 and then snapped.  I wished I had kept a journal and without it I truly do not know what the catalyst was for my about face.  However, my now ex-husband had found an obesity study through Ohio State University and we paid the money for my enrollment.  Placed on a half fast, meaning I had 3 protein shakes per day (created by one of their doctors) and a small meal for dinner the weight slowly melted away.  After a cardiologist, an exercise physiologist, and a counselor evaluation, an exercise regime was created consisting of walking on a treadmill for 30 min then lifting.  I did my arms one day and my legs the next and repeated this 5 times per week. 

I threw myself into the workouts and counted the calories including the gum I chewed to keep from putting anything else in my mouth.  I did have some tactics regarding food.  The program taught us the relationship function between kidney and liver was essential to weight loss and drinking 8 glasses of water a day was imperative.  We were to drink one 8 oz glass for every 25 lbs we wanted to lose on top of the 64 oz daily.  I started out drinking a gallon of water per day and swiftly learned the more private bathrooms in our building.  I paced it throughout the day with the bulk of it being drunk during work.  I created spreadsheets of the foods I could eat including fruit, meat and breads regarding portion and caloric content.  I limited myself on what went in my mouth.  I designed a cheat day consisting of nothing but chocolate.  We could eat all the vegetables we wanted without having to count calories. I stopped eating all pre-packaged foods and ate raw foods only.  I cheated a bit on weekends but kept my portions low.  I was on one thousand calories per day.  What was to be for 3 months turned into 6; I was obsessed. 

We met twice a week; miss two meetings and you were out of the program and out of the money paid for it.  Most of my study mates dropped but I kept at it.  I still have the BMI chart showing my progress of 12 weeks, then 24 weeks and then I ended up in the hospital because my gall bladder gave out.  I’d dropped from 225 to 135.  The obesity staff was shocked and I filled out all kinds of questionnaires and surveys.  I felt very proud of myself not for losing the weight but for maintaining such a stranglehold over my own appetite.  I was a disciplined, focused machine regimented by tape measures, scales, dumbbells, barbells, and timers.  I visited a surgeon and discovered I had plantar fasciitis and now knew why my feet had burned all my life and that I could actually do something about it (stretching).  I had more muscle tone at 31 then I did at 21 or even 16. 

But after the year of losing the weight, shedding the depression, quitting the job after gall bladder surgery until I was tested and diagnosed with Meniere’s (a result of my surgery and another label)…something wasn’t permanent.  I divorced shortly after moving to Cincinnati I was thankful and grateful I had lost the weight before because it made dating and attracting another mate much easier.  However, it wasn’t right – something wasn’t fixed.  I feared the weight and depression returning.  I feared everything in those days. 

Part 2 of ‘as the weight returns’ next week….

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Voices of Cincy: Carried Away (Epiventures)

Jul 15, 2010 by

Welcome to the latest installment of Voices of Cincy, our ongoing series of guest posts by local writers and bloggers. This week’s guest is Courtney Tsitouris, the Cincy Food Blogger known as Epiventures!.  -Loki

GratinI guess this would be a good time to admit that I have no idea how I became a food blogger. To some people, my mother included, the idea of setting aside focused time to write about food every day seems odd, if not legitimately certifiable. Considering the vast array of art and politics and other interesting things to fill one’s day with, I can see where they’re coming from. I notice, for example, that my friends don’t feel compelled to stand on stools to snap photos of their dinner.

But as it turns out, Michael Ruhlman was right: “The best things in life happen when you get carried away.”

I was once content writing and posting recipes as a home cook but I soon found my interest in food expanding. It wasn’t long before I was signing up for culinary school and buttoning up in a white chef’s coat. One thing led to another and I suddenly found myself standing next to Jean-Robert de Cavel with a tape recorder doing an interview . And I can’t believe I’m saying this but recently I took it another step further and agreed to be an apprentice in an actual restaurant. With actual customers.

This is big.

Of course, I had to promise this restaurant that I would not set anything on fire. It’s a commitment I hope I can keep. It was not terribly long ago when my lovely gratin of shaved artichokes and roasted tomatoes caught on fire in the oven, prompting me to throw the dish on the floor and jump wildly on the rising flames. (That was the day I proved that I care more about my flooring than my feet. That was also the day I risked my life for artichokes. I hope never to do either again.)

I don’t know whether this time next year I’ll be home cooking a roast or working in a restaurant or catering a party but I’m charmed to have such delicious quandaries looming. I’m also perfectly content to write about whatever happens, namely because you’ve been such amazing sports and such inspiring guests and I get such a kick out of your tips andfeedback.

To thank you for your support and to prove to myself that I can indeed cook without nearly losing my life, I thought I’d redo that roasted artichoke and tomato gratin. The recipe comes from the ever-reliable Tom Colicchio [Not an affilliate link]  and it’s quite simply one of my very favorite gratins –– so simple and pretty and perfect alongside almost any kind of grilled or roasted meat.

So to you I say this: may you find some shade in this heat, may your house waft with the savory scent of summer ingredients, and may you never, ever learn to leave well enough alone.

Artichoke and Tomato Gratin:

  • Recipe adapted from Tom Colicchio’s Think Like A Chef
  • Serves 4 as a side dish
Ingredients:
  • 4 tomatoes, halved
  • 3 cups thinly sliced onions
  • 8 artichoke bottoms, halved and thinly sliced
  • 1/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil
  • 1 teaspoon white wine vinegar
  • kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
  • 1/4 cup Nicoise olives, pitted and finely chopped
  • 4 anchovy fillets, finely chopped (optional)
  • 2 tablespoons capers
  • 1/4 cup finely chopped basil
  • 1 tablespoon fresh thyme leaves

Procedure:

  • Preheat oven to 375°F.
  • Sauté onions in 1 tablespoon of olive oil for 15 minutes (or up to 30 minutes for an even deeper flavor). Onions should be brown but not burned or papery. Add 1 teaspoon of white wine vinegar to onions during last few minutes of cooking.
  • Slice tomato halves and artichokes to same thickness.
  • Spoon onions into medium baking dish in even layer. Arrange the artichokes and tomatoes over the onions in a tightly overlapping pattern.
  • Drizzle the gratin with 1 tablespoon olive oil and add salt and pepper. Cover with aluminum foil and bake for 30 minutes. (Note: don’t do what I did the first time and use parchment paper. Unless, of course, you would like a little campfire in your kitchen.)

Reduce oven temperature to 350°F, uncover gratin and continue cooking until tomatoes are slightly dry, about 20-30 minutes.

Just before serving, mix 1/4 cup olive oil, olives, capers, anchovies (optional) basil and thyme leaves. Spoon mixture evenly over gratin and return to oven until heated through, ten minutes.

Serve warm or at room temperature.

Courtney Tsitouris is a home cook, culinary student, graphic designer and the authorof epiventures.com, a blog about dining in and dining out in Cincinnati.

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Voices of Cincy: Beautiful Mystery (Keith Banner)

Jul 8, 2010 by

Welcome to the latest installment of Voices of Cincy, our ongoing series of guest posts by local writers and bloggers. This week’s guest is Keith Banner, and O. Henry Award winner and the founder of both Visionaries & Voices, and Thunder-Sky, Inc.  -Loki

Mr. Thunder-Sky

Mr. Thunder-Sky

When people ask why Thunder-Sky, Inc. (a gallery/arts organization housed in Northside near the Comet) exists, I normally tell them to keep Raymond Thunder-Sky’s legacy alive, and to focus the spotlight on artists like him.  But I also think that we did it so we could keep his name alive, as well collect the stories people remember about him.  Every time I write a facebook or blog post about Thunder-Sky, Inc, or draft a letter about something, or answer the phone or whatever it’s like I am keeping his memory around through incantation. Keep saying his name and his spirit sort of flickers, like lightning inside a thunder-cloud. Shakespeare asked the question, “What’s in a name?” I guess the answer is everything.

Dressed in his construction hat and clown collar, his work-coat, boots and jeans, toting his huge tool-box of art-supplies, Raymond Thunder-Sky was always moving from one part of Cincinnati to the next, in search of inspiration and subject matter.  From the late 70s till his death in 2004, he would set up makeshift easels in front of construction and demolition sites and then get to work.  His drawings, always done in magic-marker on card-stock, are of buildings being torn down and replaced by industries and projects imagined by Raymond:  Clown Suit Factories, Card Trick Amusement Parks, and Native American freeways.  Raymond’s father, Richard Bright-Fire Thunder-Sky, was a chief of the Mohawk tribe, and his mother was a descendent of an Austrian Nobleman.

No one ever really understood what Raymond was up to, however, and he spent a huge part of his life cloaked in mystery.  As we’ve gone about creating Thunder-Sky, Inc., we’ve heard all kinds of stories about encounters with Raymond from people across the area.  One gentleman called me a few months back, after coming across the Thunder-Sky, Inc. website (www.thunderskyinc.org).  He lives in North Carolina now, but back in the 80s, he said he used to ride the same Metro bus Raymond did.  One day he said three boys were bothering Raymond – making fun of him, talking really loud about the construction-worker/clown-suit outfit he was wearing.  In the middle of their taunts, Raymond stood up from his bus-seat and stared them right in the faces.  The guy from North Carolina says that cold, flat stare shut the boys up instantly.  Raymond’s face, he said, has stuck in his mind since then, as a sort of symbol of “standing up for yourself, letting people know you are not going to be messed with.”

Another story comes from a web-site Steve Kissing has set up to collect Raymond stories (www.raymondthundersky.com).  A contributor to Cincinnati Magazine, as well as a VP at Barefoot advertising here in town, Steve is on the Thunder-Sky, Inc. board.  Here’s the story submitted anonymously by someone who worked with Raymond:

“While in high school in 1974-1975 I worked in the kitchen of the Holiday Inn W.8th St. Cincinnati.  Raymond also worked there as the pot & pan washer.  The “Chief,” as he was known, loved to wash those pots & pans. This usually involved washing an entire day’s worth of cookware encrusted with dried up food.  This is all that Raymond wanted to do, and he did it very well.  We all understood that Raymond refused to do anything else in the kitchen  except pots & pans.  One evening,  the night dishwasher called in sick, and the new asst. manager ‘forced’ Raymond to wash dishes.  This was a very fast-paced job in this busy restaurant.  Several hours into the shift, the Chief was covered with food.  At that point, Raymond removed his clothing and ran them thru the dishwashing machine to clean them.  Needless to say, he wasn’t told to wash dishes any more.   Raymond was a very good artist with quite an imagination. He would walk around Downtown during the daytime before his shift at the “Inn” drawing pictures of buildings being torn down.  He seemed to be somewhat upset about the destruction of historical buildings. Many of his mid seventies drawings were on the back of restaurant paper place mats.”

Both of these memories point to Raymond’s dedication to his art, and also his sense of who he was not just as an artist but as a person.  He was complex, strong, and in charge of his own destiny.  He was living his art every day of his life.  Every week or so, we hear another story that illuminates his mystery, but in the end the beautiful mystery that he was will more-than-likely be his main legacy.  Even though he made drawings that were direct and meticulous on the surface, and even though he walked about the city dressed as a clown, Raymond’s strange, elusive charm evokes responses that seem to place him in a pantheon of characters that catch us all off guard while also making us feel at home, like Pee Wee Herman, E.T., or Edward Scissorhands.  Raymond created that character through sheer force of will, and performed in his own big-budget movie everyday of his life, riding the bus and walking from construction site to construction, drawing what he wanted to see.

In 1999 Bill Ross, a social-worker, artist and Thunder-Sky, Inc. cofounder, met Raymond when Raymond was placed on his caseload.  For some reason (perhaps Raymond sensed that Bill was an artist too), Raymond chose to show his drawings to Bill in a meeting.

“The point of the meeting was to try to get him to take better care of himself and to try to convince him to let his caregivers take him to the doctor and help him try to live healthier,” Bill says.  “This message never really sank in.  Looking back he had his own agenda for me at this meeting.  He wanted to make a connection with the world about his art.  This mysterious and very private man choosing this time to share something so deeply personal with me inspired and truly touched me.  I’ll never forget it.”

After that meeting, Bill introduced Raymond to me, and from that point on, Bill and I assisted with finding exhibition venues for Raymond and other self-taught artists with disabilities we had come across.  Eventually in 2003 we were able to establish Visionaries & Voices (V&V), an art-studio/day-program for artists with developmental disabilities here in Cincinnati.  V&V now helps many artists with developmental disabilities make art in two day-programs in the area (www.visionariesandvoices.com).

In 2004, Raymond Thunder-Sky passed away, leaving behind over 2,000 drawings, along with hundreds of tool-boxes, clown costumes, and construction paraphernalia he had picked up along his journeys throughout the city.  After Raymond’s death, Bill and I got so focused and diligent with ensuring that V&V became a flourishing organization that Raymond’s archive, and legacy, got put on the backburner.  Finally, last year (2009), we were able to establish Thunder-Sky, Inc., a gallery and arts organization dedicated to exhibiting and archiving Raymond’s work and maintaining his legacy through showcasing the works of other artists like him.

The inaugural exhibit, “Raymond Nation: Raymond Thunder-Sky’s Northside,” featured Raymond’s art, along with art made by local artists in tribute to him.  The gallery space is located in Northside, the Cincinnati neighborhood that Raymond grew up in.  In fact, an apartment he lived in as an adult is just one block down the street.  The opening event was attended by over 300 people. At the opening reception, a video featuring Mr. Thunder-Sky was debuted.  The video and other information about Raymond and the gallery can be accessed at www.thunderksyinc.org.  Since the opening, we’ve curated three other exhibits featuring artists that make work reminiscent of Raymond’s art.

The latest exhibit, “World Domination:  Antonio Adams & Tony Dotson” features the paintings and sculptures of Antonio Adams, another self-taught artist Bill and I came across doing our jobs as social workers.  We introduced Antonio to Raymond in 2000.  At this time, Antonio was a graduating high school student.  He was depressed and isolated, making art in his bedroom without a social outlet for his art or feelings.  When he met Raymond, something clicked, and as Antonio says, “He inspired me because he was a spiritual clown-artist and construction-artist.  He was happy being that.  He was very peaceful and he worked hard.”

Antonio’s brilliantly colored and intricately witty paintings and cat-sculptures are in collections across the United States.  He is the artist-in-residence at Thunder-Sky, Inc., overseeing the studio we’ve established in the basement under the gallery space, Under-Sky, Inc., an art-making workshop that occurs every Saturday.  Antonio’s two-person exhibit (along with outsider artist Tony Dotson) opens at Thunder-Sky, Inc. June 25, 2010 and will be on display through September 17, 2010.

Antonio references Raymond a lot in his work.  Raymond became not just an inspiration to Antonio, but a sort of totem-spirit.  In 2009, Antonio was able to create a mural memorializing Raymond.  Antonio did this with help from artist Cedric Cox, and high school students from a program called Artworks, which employs students to do arts-related jobs in the summer.  All of this mythologizing has culminated in the mural, which is on the side of the building that now houses one of V&V’s day-programs.  It is an expansive, Technicolor tribute that places Raymond at the center of a demolition site, with a speech-bubble floating beside his head (mimicking the way Raymond narrated all of his drawings):  “3841 Spring Grove Avenue is being town down to make way for the Raymond Thunder-Sky Construction Clown Amusement Park.”

Antonio says, “My mural and Thunder-Sky, Inc. are both fresh starts to know Raymond again.”

Back in 2004, during Raymond’s memorial, a Shriner’s clown chaplain read the “clown’s prayer” and placed a red nose on Raymond’s casket (making Raymond an honorary clown, which would have delighted him).  One of the stanzas in the poem goes, “As I stumble through this life/help me to create more laughter than tears/dispense more cheer than gloom/spread more cheer than despair.”

Raymond’s art and life have helped to create a cultural revolution here in Cincinnati – two studios for artists with disabilities, a gallery that showcases unconventional self-taught artists, and a gorgeous mural that depicts his brave life.  While we celebrate his legacy, we also continue to discover new and fascinating aspects of his life.  We also want to deepen our understanding of his art by curating and exhibiting new artists that embellish what he was pursuing aesthetically.  Raymond was and still is a natural resource.

Keith Banner, a social-worker for people with disabilities and a writer, lives in Cincinnati, Ohio.  He cofounded both Visionaries & Voices, and Thunder-Sky, Inc.   He teaches creative writing part-time at Miami University and has published two works of fiction, The Life I Lead, a novel, and The Smallest People Alive, a book of short stories.  He has published numerous short stories and essays in magazines and journals, including American Folk Art Messenger, Washington Square, Kenyon Review, and Third Coast.  He received an O. Henry prize for his short story, “The Smallest People Alive,” and an Ohio Arts Council individual artist fellowship for fiction. The Smallest People Alive was named one of the best books of the year by Publisher’s Weekly.

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Voices of Cincy: New Orleans Visits Cincinnati (John Gumm)

Jun 25, 2010 by

Welcome to the debut of our new Voices of Cincy series. A collection of guest posts by local bloggers and other members of our community. If you enjoy what they have to say leave a comment or go visit them in their individual lairs on the web, there will always be a bio and links for them at the end of each post. Today we are going to start off with a piece from one of our local weathermen, John Gumm (@Local12JohnWxr on Twitter). And before you ask, no I did not put him up to all the NOLA references, he did that on his own…. -Loki Founder and Curator

New Orleans Visits Cincinnati

John GummNo, I’m not talking about Loki.  He lives in Northside now.  Nor am I talking about any of the numerous friends I made during my magical three year stint in New Orleans while working at WWL-TV.  Although I do love it when my friends from the Crescent City make it north.  Their energy, creativity and love for their city have always been refreshing to me.

The guest I’m talking about is that blasted humidity.  It’s an unwelcome guest in my town.  Yes, I put up with you when I lived on your turf Mr. Humidity.  (HumidCity: what an appropriate name for a New Orleans blog!) You see, I expected you to greet me when I left my home to head into work in the French Quarter.  A heat index of 100 at 4:00 AM was not uncommon in the summer as I made the 100 foot trip from my car to inside the WWL-TV weather center. (Heat Index – for the record – is the “virtual temperature” based on a combination of temperature and dew point – for more see below). I remember the smells too (good and bad together)!

Anyway, when I finally arrived in the weather center I was usually covered in sweat despite having only been outside for 30 seconds. But for you to follow me here is a difficult pill to swallow.  You could have at least brought me a pot of gumbo. Or even my favorite po’ boy from the Quarter Grocery on Burgundy (dressed please and soaked in hot sauce). But oh no, you come straight out of New Orleans right into Cincinnati without bearing any gifts at all!

That’s OK.  I know you won’t be here long when you do visit. And thankfully it’s a rare occurrence.  You see, the air we had in Cincinnati earlier in the week came straight from New Orleans.  Air with plenty of water vapor included. As they say in NOLA, the water vapor is “lagniappe” or a little something extra. It’s just that I don’t want this lagniappe.

You might be familiar with relative humidity as a way to gauge how sticky it’ll be outside.  We give this in percentages: 40%, 50%, 60%, etc.  Well, forget about that stat.  It’s pretty much useless and outdated.  If you want the real scoop on how humid it will be in the summer, look at the dew point temperature.  The dew point is an actual measure of the amount of water vapor in the air and has way more to do with how it feels than relative humidity which is always relative to the air temperature.

Here’s a quick primer on dew point temperatures:  65 degrees or above and the air is thick enough to swim in.  When you hit 70, you feel like you’re sitting in the middle of the bayou.  In Cincinnati last week, we had a dew point of 77 degrees and a heat index of 100!  We could have breathed better if we had gills.  Again, this air came straight from the mouth of the Mississippi.  A huge area of high pressure aloft (think a big bubble of hot air) centered over Oklahoma and Arkansas forced hot, humid air from the bayou into the Ohio Valley.  And worse yet, we were sitting on the edge of this hot bubble of air.  That’s where you get the storms.  Clusters of storms which blast through the area quickly. They have tons of moisture available to them from all that water vapor in the atmosphere and dump very heavy rain.

To put it in perspective, think of a ring of fire at a circus.  Inside the ring, there is no fire, but it’s hot.  On the edge of the ring you have fire.  But in this weather analogy, the fire is the storms. Well, folks, we were in the fire last week with numerous reports of heavy rain, flooding and wind damage.

This pattern looks to repeat itself this weekend, especially late in the weekend as temperatures go up and storm chances increase.  In fact, some strong or severe storms are possible on Sunday. But there is some good news.  I do see cooler temperatures and lower humidity again as we head into the middle of next week.  Until then, prepare for our friend, Mr. Humidity from NOLA to pay us another visit this weekend.  I hope he at least brings me some pralines or a Muffaletta. Heck, I’d even take a Lucky Dog. It’s the least he can do.

John Gumm is a native Cincinnatian who has achieved his childhood dream of making a living out of predicting the future.  Since his mom wouldn’t let him become a psychic, he settled for becoming a meteorologist and now works on Cincinnati’s top-rated morning newscast “Good Morning Cincinnati” which can be seen weekdays from 5-9 AM on WKRC Local 12. He figures it’s the next best thing to reading palms. John is also the co-founder and CEO of Hurricane Baby, LLC (www.hurricanebaby.com) a mobile software development company based in the Cincinnati area. Read more about John on Local12.com or hit him up on Facebook at www.facebook.com/john.gumm

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The Loss of Woxy.com

Mar 29, 2010 by

Since I’m involved in the Southwest Ohio Gathering of Gamers (FB Page here)and I am a huge music fan, it seemed like a no brainer  to get reprint rights for this piece about the beloved WOXY by one of my personal favorite game designers – Monte Cook. If you don’t know who that it take a look at “Monte Who? ” I’d like to thank him now for his generosity in allowing me to reprint it here. So here you go, trust me- it’s a natural 20! – Loki

The shutdown of the Internet radio station woxy.com came as a shock. I saw the announcement on Facebook just as I was getting up from my computer to go out to dinner with Sue. It didn’t seem real to me until I tuned my Sonos to listen to woxy.com last night and got only sorrowful silence.

For the last couple of years, woxy.com has been my conduit to new music. I thought, for a moment, of listing the bands that I love discovered thanks to woxy.com, but it only took me a few moments to realize that to do so would be ridiculous. The list would be hundreds of bands long. Hundreds and hundreds. I listened to woxy.com virtually every day.

I can’t help but think that there will be a significant ripple effect here. I mean, not only did I and thousands of listeners like me get exposed to new music thanks to woxy.com, but then I–and I assume many others–spread the word ourselves. I know I mentioned many, many bands here with each blog post, and I likely sent out a hundred more recommendations for great bands I discovered there on Twitter.

Woxy.com was a fire hose of creativity and freshness putting out the flames of mediocrity. There’s a real danger of being fooled into believing that the only new music anymore is the corporate, manufactured music of pop. It’s like forgetting that there are other restaurants in the world besides McDonalds or Applebees.

But I’m a guy in my 40s, and there’s another–probably greater–danger for me. It’s all too easy for someone like me to give up on new music (perhaps in response to the first danger) and fill my iPod with 1000s of songs from when I was a teenager or in my twenties and just tune out. For me, this would mean a weird mix of British New Wave and a lot of prog rock that was already old when I was young. The lure of that comfortable nostalgia is strong. With just a few exceptions, the entire city of Milwaukee seems to have succumbed to that trap, for nearly every station, it seems, is Classic Rock or “All the Hits” (which is code for top 40 from the 70s and 80s).

But with woxy.com, I found a way to stay in touch with what’s happening creatively in music right now. Andrew Bird, Phoenix, Animal Collective, St. Vincent, Minus the Bear, Glasvegas, Band of Horses, Editors, DeVotchKa, the Answering Machine, the Jaguar Club, and hundreds more bands are out there making great music. And now I know about all of them, thanks to woxy.com. I can still listen to all of them. But now, how will I find out about tomorrow’s new music?

-Monte Cook, author and game designer


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