NOTES PROM THE G.M. Ah, yes, our beloved radio station, WTUL while in its search to play the most varied music, respects no confines as our derisory, cowardly, 1he Vox, a ~non .. competitors who are so apt to follow the main­ ptAb/ic.at,·on stream and whose playlists are dictated by cyc­ ti1Jy lopean program directors in an attempt to convey a message of hipness, rebellion, and angst fall of WTUL q /. ~ FM short of mediocrity. Clearly these stations are lost in past, fotgetten epochs, unworthy of em­ Issue qz·th~ ulation. It would be most beneficial for these "rockers" to read the complete works of Che Guvera. Returtt. ~ RE E The purpose of WTUL is to liberate the listeners from immersing themselves in the big disgrace of 5o rl' y flo bac }< commercial alternative rock. The uninitiated may at first find some of the music completely in­ ,· S$lA t e; comprehensible, but it is this dissipation into e J. Wr ,· the airwaves of pregnant possibility that our impetus stems. Our soUnd is led by a young man, voxl E'd.'tor partially blind (which makes his hearing keener) W TVL Ba.re~en+ who once followed the path of Asian gangs, robbing 1 banks and fetishizing guns. His father, formely a of the c.) Kamen Rider speaks of his only son, "Kaiju no om­ v. r£1- ocha wa ka-tte kure-nai?! !" Crying everynight, away ~from home, learning the ways of the street. lc~ll e vf\ •· vers,t 1, His name is , Anthony Delrosario. Standing at s·s~. His body is adorned and scarred by his tough and troubled past full of hardships. It is Anthony's Ne. w or/e attf, lit duty to control and monitor the §OU~ that emits from our beloved station. Unlike the cyclops whose ?UI If. e~ ~ foo tuX systems exhaust musical exploration, Anthony is the "invisible pancit" that fuels ourDJs of a new Erlitor :If r t Boon .. sound to go beyond the tradition notions of rock musiC and musical genre. A musical revolt, per­ pfAr n , De .r ,· ~ , : haps. With glorius futility I echoe Jonathan Rich­ man's Modern Lovers proclamation, "Eat garbage, eat shit, get stoned!" Reactionist, Turbo radio ltt-hottt DelpinQ 1 you can say. A reaction to the disenfranchisement of the young by hip pop culture and mtv. Our re­ (?ra,.olo Cow~ft 1 sponse? To set the stage for a most compelling exercise of freedom through the destruction of ~Art, L~.JyoiAt: Art idols. Then there is the wanton and scruffy Matt Hanks, a virtual encyclopaedia· of music, working VIr ,·ter .r r Cotatrib­ aiongside the "invisible pancit" to ensure that the new DJs are not confused with our refusal to «Aftrs: Je~11t J(o,A/ big T-shirts and Eurometal. Jane "the little dy­ namo" Ko, our ticket goddess, and the middle link An Ji,o"t, MQtt H. to WTUL's "Asian Connection" makes sure that DJs 1 are disseminated throughout the various musical frr t, 6ill Cree), clubs each night calculating every move of the pawns. My child, Jia, ~ of the Pakistani twins, ~rQhclo, mark is a rich jewel, a young tiger. Any OJ that falls into the cradle of the corrupt whether purposely, fthesfer Loa,.i.s I unknowingly, or insanely will become a victim of I her SWift and bold actionS.HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKH As I reflect, I rejoice! Gone are the days of frenc,~ ~"'Y H1at Chris Liddy, Bobby Hathaway, Ivan, John Maraist, Randy Cartwright, and Ardis Eschenberg. All form- ~lltt.J~1( hCJit~ oc.-tt T1Alfi!IJ er GM's unaware of the possibilites and fruits a+ 1 of WTUL through the annihilation of the limited. The Futurist Manifesto announces that previous WTUL lfrd'1,ofly, Lester history is a dungheap not to be imitated. I invite you to listen to our sound, come over and eat some Sc..lJ,·vafl, Lt,k "pancit" or "gaeng" during our insurrection against commerial radio. H4 AJ1 8r /c, e , D£?11~ Cordially Yours, ~orf, .St111art BrJZ 1 ~~ r~te f I t /ft1 H., flf'r'j Brandon Cowart General Manager of WTUL ® Yeah, okay, I confess I did attend Zephyrfest (the mini-Lollapaloosa sponsored by the oxymoronic "popular alternative" New Orleans radio station WZRH - more popularly known as the Zephyr ••• because people seem to think that sounds neat). I am not sure exactly why I went. I wish I had a good reason. I can't quite remember, but I think I might have been fairly eager to see a couple of bands - like Violent Femmes, Material Issue, maybe Dig ... I know I had no desire to see either Offspring or the LEmonheads; • and most of the other bands didn't inspire strong feelings in me one way or the other. Unlike many of my friends, I've never had the opportunity to leave a concert, festival, party, etc. in the back of a police car. That, however, was my means of arrival at Marconi -~~~~·• Meadows in City Park, the site of Zephryfest '94. (What's the point of calling it Zephryfest ~ if there l~~~~~~ are no other Zephryfests with which to confuse it?) Unfortunately, the reason ., - ,.y~--r---.. ~ why my friends and I arrived in a Howwouldyouliketobeadisc police car is not nearly as exciting as jockey on New Orlean's true the mere fact that we did arrive in such a manner. As such, I won't explain alternative station? Be able to play it any further in an attempt to refrain musicnotheardonanyotherstation from disappointing you. intown.RoomsfullofCDsand Once the policeman let us out ot the vinyl. car, we stood in line tor a while. As Wearelookingformembersofthe far as "whiles" go (particularly in T conjunction with fest iva 1 s and u1 ane community (student, staff, r.J concerts), this one was fairly short, alumni,faculty)thatwant lobe ~·though the line itself was a bit long. involvedwiththebestinalternative ~ Fortunately, the line came equipped jazz, blues, folk, latin, techno, rap, ' •. with entertainment: people who hovered world, reggae, new age, classical, about trying to stick red plastic hardcore, cajun, and local music. loops around people's wrists. Apparently~~~~:!~~~~~~~!!!!~~ the beer vendors had not been informed ~ that the drinking age in New Orleans was twelve, and if the Zephyrfesters For FREE information about fall recruiting tQa!Oa:;·.u~.wllt'IJ~IGcic~~-.4tm didn't~ave their "beer bracelets" to send this coupon to: I use as I. D.; six thousand teenagers WTilL would have been deprived of their Tulane University Center beer. Attn: Apprentice Dir. once we were within the confines of Marconi Meadows Property (okay, so NOLA 70118 I'm guessing on this ... I'm no expert on City Park geography), we realized why the tickets were under fifteen ' dollars. Sixteen ounces of water was selling for two dollars, and you could use your nifty red bracelet to claim ~ - ·::~f~~~-t~t fff'L z.e r" phert '""'t; 1)1.4~ J .. ... lege of ng a go-cup full of beer ... and people buy them. The day was hot, and there was little, if any, cloud cover to protect us from the devasting radiant energy with which the sunwas taking great joy in mercilessly pounding us. Anyway, most of the bands were mediocre. There were, of course, a couple of exceptions. The first band take the stage was Eve's Plum (named after, or so I've been told, the actres who played Jan Brady). I'd peripherally heard of them sometime •round last Thanksgiving when they played in New Orleans, but I didn't remember ever actually having heard them and had few if any expectations. This allowed me to be impressed ... very impressed ... impressed to the point that I acquired~~~a8~~t~~~~~~=~ their album within about twenty-four 8 hours of having first heard them. Local band, Better Than Ezra was the second band to play. Whoever was at the mixing board did them a great injustice, though, and (though the fault might lie with the technical staff) they really weren't Better Than anyone besides Milla. Milla, the model/actress/singer (notice which I put last) was billed as the guest emcee. (Upon asking who Milla was, I was informed by one of my friends that she was the star of Return to the Whatever-Color-Lagoon-It-Was-That-Di Have-the-Monster-in-It.) I think that~&v-.~ the best way I could describe Milla would be to call her a petulant brat. She didn't act as emcee - instead she tried to sing. Almost before she began, we were chastised for not ~.-~ paying attention and "really listen to what she was trying to say with he music. Even decent acoustic backup (a mandolin!) wasn't enough to save her. ass the time le mos 1. tr(- Before-oY{sp.ru~gCam·e· -0~ stage it looked, felt, and sounded like rafn, pe:haps even a storm, was imminent. Th~s was an exciting prospect but • ( llke most exciting prospects} it never ha~pened. In any case Offspurt took L~ qu1te a while to appear, and the emcee c)> CJ):l) ~~~../~....'.'~I"~J'............ .AIIl •• •.•.•.· :::!-i in the meantime, was doing his best to z­ '-'- psyche up the crowd and build up the )>)> anticipation. Amusingly, his best ()() wasn't very good (mostly consisting oO CDCD of urging the crowd to yell "keep it separated"), and it went on for quite awhile until one of my friends said, "Wouldn't it be great if they sucked?" They did. It wasrlt. Dig was pretty good.