A-Infos: A Listener's Quick Guide To Downloading

Like most other honest art forms, live radio is a dying one. Not that radio is necessarily an 'art form', but it should be. My own show is a semi-improvisational stream-of-consciousness musical journey of juxtaposticated schizixpression that doesn't claim to be fair or balanced, but I do tend to let you interpret things as you will. If I stopped to explain what I was doing, my show would consist of a lot more talking and a lot less music.And who wants to listen to that?

But sometimes some explaining is helpful...as in explaining how to get one of the consarned A-Infos podcasts to download so you can take The New Breakfast Snob with you on your nano-drive gadget and listen to it in the privacy of your own head.

Well, you could start at the Show Archive Page:

1) Click the tiny little Podcast button (circled in red w/arrow)

2) Something very much like the window below will appear. Choose a bookmark location of your preference (I used my toolbar for an example) and click 'Subscribe'.

You should see the new Podcast icon (circled in red) appear on the toolbar (or wherever you've saved it). Click the icon and a menu of all the available podcasts for the show will appear:

Click on the show that catches your eye. (Note that you can also do this from the main archive page on the left of the screenshot.). You will be taken to a page for that individual episode:

Scroll Down to the bottom. The target is circled and has a big red arrow pointing to it. Aim and click. Your file should start downloading after that.

If you think that the steps above are a lot of work, you should try putting together two hours of music each and every week, announcing it live on the radio, recording it, uploading the recording, writing out the playlist and compiling the technical manual that goes along with said podcast.

On second thought, don't try that. Just download and enjoy the tunes.

Podcast here...

THE NEW BREAKFAST SNOB JULY 30 2011

Sparks- Intro/I've Never Been High

Amy Winehouse- Amy, Amy, Amy

Edwinn Starr- Who Cares If You Are Happy Or Not? (I Do)

F&M- Another Closing Number

Jennings- Surrender

Gong- Digital Girl

Steve Hillage- Searching for the Spark

Goldfrapp- Strict Machine

Bird York- Prozac Day

Area 27- Human Alien

Hawkwind- To Love A Machine

Pink Floyd - Summer '68

Jimi Hendrix- Sunshine of Your Love

The Fierce and the Dead- 10'x 10'

Jeff Beck- Loose Cannon

Green Man- Cold Blows The Wind

Clannad- Battles

Rare Earth- When I Write

Funkadelic- Super Stupid

Hot Tuna- Extrication Love Song

Joan as Policewoman- Furious

The Whispering Tree- So Many Things

Stefanie Seskin- Your Own Road

Misty Boyce- Razor

Garbage- #1 Crush

John Cale- Heartbreak Hotel

HuDost- Salome

Work Related

Chris was getting really tired of listening to the Bear's complaints. He despised his latest office job and he hated all of his co-workers, but the Bear was the worst.

"Nobody cares", muttered Whiny the Boo-Hoo Bear. Chris ignored him.

"Nobody cares", repeated Boo, just a little louder.

One more time, louder still.

Boo looked over at where Christopher Sobbin pretended to be engrossed in an Excel spreadsheet. Chris was trying to make his picks for this week's football pool, but that goddamn fucking bear was distracting the shit out of him.

I never should have taken this job, thought Chris. This place is full of fucked-up people, more than I'm used to- and I'm used to a lot.

"Nobody CARES", went Boo-Hoo, managing to be both pitiful and loud.

"Jesus fucking nailholes!”, exclaimed Christopher, "what the fuck is wrong this time?"

"I forgot my password"

"Again? Dammit...hold on."

Chris wrote something on a post-it note and handed it to the bear.

"Here's your damn password. Don't lose it this time."

"It doesn't work anymore- nothing ever goes right for me”, sighed the insufferable ursine irritant. "Mr. Rabbid said he was gonna fix my computer real good before he left, but it hasn't worked right since he quit."

"Rabbid didn't quit. He got fired. Because you told Mr.Owl about his thing with Cutlet."

Chris wasn't sure what exactly happened between Mr. Rabbid, who was at least 40, and Cutlet, a chubby intern of indeterminate age and gender, but it was ugly enough to get Rabbid fired and Cutlet transferred to Marketing. Chris hoped that by mentioning it, Boo would spill the beans, but the annoying fucker was too wrapped up in his bearish self-pity to engage in gossip.

"Here, Bear. Let me take a look." Chris wheeled his chair over to Whiny's cube. He typed in 'Ctrl+Alt+Delete'. His fingers stuck to the keys as he typed.

"Goddamnit, you fucking chucklehead! There's honey all over your fuckin' keyboard!"

"That's it!", squealed the bear, clapping his sticky paws together. Chris noticed paperclips, cracker crumbs and pen caps stuck in the matted mess of Whiny's fur. The bear-smell was so sourly rotten that it made Sobbin wince.

Just because you shit in the woods doesn't mean that you don't have to wipe your ass, Chris mused.

"That's what?” Chris asked.

"My password! H-U-N-N-Y! Honey!"

Christopher went back to his spreadsheet picks. In his mind he was killing the Bear in a thousand horrible ways.

And they all lived happily ever after.