Your Favorite Little Podcast: Episode Thirteen

Here's the latest episode of Derrick Bostrom's "Your Favorite Little Podcast," featuring a terrific playlist of unusual, forgotten, underrated, and ignored music. Derrick's podcast, along with The Casbah ("an eclectic rock & roll and rhythm radio show featuring surf-instrumentals, garage, blues and more"), and Little Steve's Underground Garage on Sirius Radio, take care of about 95% of my music listening needs.

From Derrick's show notes:

I also love it when the wrong people visit this site by mistake, venting their disorientation and discomfort in the comments. I especially love it when they use terms like “elevator music” as if this was incisive criticism. After all, some folks still obsess over “authenticity,” preferring “immediacy” and “spontaneity” above all other concerns. Somehow, the soundtrack to a long-defunct Saturday morning kids show or a 30-year-old vanity pressing from an unknown lounge singer just doesn’t work for them
But for those of you who just want a little mundane background music for your misanthropic existence, a little something to listen to while you put your pants on one leg at a time (just like the next guy), I hope this podcast fits the bill.

Discussion

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#1 posted by Derrick Bostrom , August 19, 2008 4:56 PM

I'd be remiss if I didn't try to squeeze in a mention here that my podcast was originally created as a tribute to luxuriamusic.com.

I should also point out that the podcast got me a job on the station. My program, "C'mon! Live A Little," airs on Saturday afternoons at 3pm (US Pacific time).

#2 posted by help i cant comfirm my username themelonbread , August 19, 2008 7:42 PM

Oh man, this is awesome... Music and print lost to obscurity and neglect have a surprisingly powerful hold sometimes... It gives you a more intimate connection with the past than the stuff that had "made it" and ingrained itself so deeply in the memory of the general public that it almost becomes invisible and mundane. But stuff like this awakens the side of you that appreciates grandma's stories of her life and wants to commit it to somewhere in your own memory so that they can live on...

The greatest thing that happened to me this summer was finding a rack at the local lower-end mall's dollar store full of all these CDs from acts I've never heard of before. The scent of obscurity and commercial failure was so intoxicating I was about to faint.