One of the great discoveries that came out of my move to Rochester in 2011 was the great local radio station here, Different Radio WRUR and, specifically, a show that airs 6 – 9 p.m. Friday nights called “Rejuvination.”

Deejay Scott Wallace spins up a sublime collection every Friday of some of the most soulful soul music that exists. We’re talkin’ Soul Children, Tower of Power, Isley Brothers, Kool and the Gang, James Brown, Minnie Riperton, Sam Cooke, Solomon Burke, Junior Walker, King Curtis, and on, and on, and on.

And Wallace won’t shy away from good soul music from white artists, either. He’ll crack out a Laura Nyro tune from time to time, for instance, and this always furrows my brow a bit. But it fits. Nyro is, at heart, a soul singer. Says it right there in her most famous song. Stoned. Soul. Picnic.

And sometimes, he’ll play a little Jimi. I’m telling you, the man’s appreciation runs broad and deep.

I’ve been saving Wallace’s playlists for a couple of years now, and when I have time, I try to find those songs in Spotify, and I add them to my own playlist called, what else, “Rejuvination.” But Wallace’s own collection must be so deep because from time to time, I cannot find the track. Occasionally, Spotify errors out: “We’re sorry. The only person who owns this track is Scott Wallace of Rochester, New York.”

Okay. I exaggerate. A bit. But I’m telling you, the man’s collection is deep.

With the Trump Plague, we lost “Rejuvination” for a while. WRUR replaced it with some campy show featuring New Orleans music in the “shuckin’ and jivin'” genre. It was not what I was in the mood for. Each Friday night at 6, I’ve asked my trusty Amazon device to queue up WRUR, and every time since mid-March has been a letdown.

I mean, obviously, I’d rather the man stay at home through this as we all have had to do. But man, that Friday night jolt of gettin’ on the good foot sure would have made this easier.

Now, I work at home, and I work nights. So had my meetup mic had been open at 6 p.m. last night, my co-workers would have heard a 52-year-old man jump and holler.

Because Scott Wallace is back.

I drank in yesterday’s show like I’d been lost in the desert and someone just brought me a tray of margaritas. What a cap to the week.

Dear Fellow Freaks

This was an exchange I had in a Facebook group for Frank Zappa fans. I am copying it here for posterity.

Q: it took me until recently to realize that “weasels ripped my flesh” is a great essential classic mothers record up there with the first 4, but i cant seem to get into “burnt weeny sandwhich”. i enjoy every note of the album in some ways but unlike “weasels” which has “oh no” and “my guitar”, BWS doesnt seem to have anything essential to his conceptual continuity and feels like it was put together without a lot of care. Can someone make a case for it? I want to enjoy it

A: Sure. Put it down for a while. Stop trying. If you’re trying, and you don’t get it, you won’t make it. Listen to “Weasels.” Listen to “Uncle Meat.” Listen to “Apostrophe.” Listen to “ABBA Gold.” Then, put on a nice dress and walk around your apartment in the dress and scream the first verse of Edward Lear’s “The Table and the Chair” at the top of your lungs. Then whisper the second part. Then say the third part like you’re Howard Cosell. Skip the fourth verse. Then sing the fifth verse to the tune of “Oh When The Saints Go Marching In.” Then, look into a mirror and say “I’m good enough, I’m strong enough, and doggone it, people like me.” Wait one week and then eat an entire pecan pie. After this, try “Burnt Weeny Sandwich” again. I think you’ll be ready.

A Story in Three Tweets

Lisa Lucas is Executive Director of the National Book Foundation. Her father, Reggie Lucas, was a musician and songwriter of some import, and he died in 2018.

Lucas tweeted this on Father’s Day:

Every American kid in my generation now has a song in their head. “Never Knew Love Like This Before,” released in 1980 and as performed by Stephanie Mills, was ubiquitous at the time. The record beat entrants by Aretha Franklin, Diana Ross, Roberta Flack, and Minnie Riperton for R&B Song and Best Female R&B Vocal Performance at the 1981 Grammy Awards.

Lisa’s mother, Kay Lucas, tweeted a response.

It turns out this was new information for Lisa Lucas.

As you might imagine, that Twitter feed is blowing up right now.

day ten facebook ablum chlalenge

I have once again been nominated to do the whole album list thingie on Facebook, by world champion band-name mashup queen Liza Belmonte. You are supposed to post 10 album covers for 10 days that have affected your life, with “no explanation.” This is day ten.

There is no list of albums that I could possibly make without