Johann Carlo is an obsession I've had since I rented Slaves of New York back in the day. We talk to her about it at KPISS. She also mentions not taking Al Pacino's advice and why her hit song "Say Hi To Your Guy" performed in Slaves, didn't make it on the soundtrack. A MUST for 80s fans and Downtown NY heads.
Greetings, brothers and sisters. Have you heard the good news? He who has an ear, let him hear what the Golden Stream sprayeth unto Its pissinrs:
KPISS.FM, the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Great Magnet whose all-consuming energy hath sucked in surfers, stoners, stray cats, socialites and slime plant operators alike since time immemorial, is not yet full but has merely begun to whet Its unending appetite. Like so many iron filings drawn and redrawn over the face of Wooly Willy, the Golden Stream’s siren call has assembled Its many DJs into shapes greater and more beautiful than the sum of their parts. As cogs in the great metal music machine each individual DJ continues to spin, but together they form a complete, four hundred and twenty degree revolution. And I do mean revolution.
What the bourgeoisie therefore produces, above all, are its own grave-diggers. Its fall and the victory of The Golden Stream are equally inevitable.
Do you understand? No? Then let me explain. These are the words of It that holds the seven stars in Its right hand and walks among the seven golden lampstands:
KPISS.FM is starting a blog and podcast featuring irregular postings on the comings and goings of The Station, Its DJs, local Bushwick residents, businesses bastards base degenerate scum and in general the entire twisted cast of characters that drag themselves through these grey streets each dawn, looking for an angry fix.
Ben Pomeroy, who hosts Swell Season on Tuesdays, eight to nine pm? Milly’s Pizza, the pizza place across Broadway that once served as a temporary studio while The Station was undergoing beatification? Kevin, The Alley’s mysterious overlord, who sells bikes out of the back and is currently training to become an NYC busdriver? None will be spared and none will be forgotten.
The months ahead will bring frivolous asides and serious profiles, slack-jawed and gibbering accounts of the ongoing K2 epidemic alongside concise announcements regarding the past present and future of The Station. Some will be enlightened and all will be revealed. The choice is, ultimately, up to you.
For this KPISS.FM has retained the services of a crack team of angelheaded hipsters, burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. For hours we trampled our atavistic ennui into rich oriental rugs, arguing up to the last confines of logic and blackening many reams of paper with our frenzied scribbling. The one weird trick we ultimately arrived at will shock, amaze and disgust you. Bill De Blasio hates it.
But for now sit tight and keep your lips ears eyes fingers tongue mind body and soul locked on the Golden Stream. All will be revealed in due time. As my man JC once said, To him who overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God… But not yet because the fruit is not yet ripe, and it needs to ripen on the vine, man… As nature intended… All artificial ripening contrivances are an abomination in the eyes of God and Man alike…
So there you have it. In the beginning KPISS.FM created the studio and the streaming online distribution platform.
And the collective consciousness of our listeners was without form, and void; And darkness was upon the face of the deep and the shallow alike. And the Golden Stream shone gently upon the face of the pissinrs.
And The Station Manager said, Let there be whatever the fuck you want there to be. As long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so lives this, and this gives life to thee.
And there was piss.
And it was good.
And it was hot.