With over 18K tracks, each screaming, winking, grumbling, laughing, yelling, moaning, whimpering, whistling, cooing from 1927-2013, "Choose me, choose me!" there is never a dull moment in the RSN studio.
The Radio Scenewash Network was launched as a work of the heart at 11:02 PM on Jul 2, 2003 with a guarantee of 40-plus hours non-repeat play 24-7-365 of music for the new American patriot until the plug was finally pulled in financial ruin on June 15, 2009.
Gabriel Thy worked under the DJ nameFatz Bullwinklefrom the start. With a heavy emphasis on social calamity, political, philosophical, punk, goth, industrial goth, with smatterings of classic rock, old country & western, folk, earl rock & roll, plus other odd melodic choices, RSN's most notable listener type was frequently a European who stayed whole days at a time for weeks even months before moving on.
History rarely whispers, except backstage where it belongs. It screams, long, loud, gut-wrenching, soul-blinding screams. Then roars forth in silence, abrupt like sleepers who fall deaf to the sand, gone as quickly as a three minute song. Then creep more whispers. So, we defy our conscience, linger a little longer for more. Need a few tips for listening (in an interview with the SWORG cast)..but we finally realize it's been an awesome first few months on the air as we continue to welcome new "big chunk" Radio Scenewash streamers every day from the five awakening counter-civilizing continents, for better or for worse.
Tip one. Joining the Broadband Internet Radio Revolution is an AWESOME EVENT, and hacks quickly past all the blood and guts chatter circulating among the manifesto lads. Grass roots radio is a natural byproduct of our razzmataz consumer-soaked society, and we're booting up for the ultimate challenge.
Two questions. Can fan broadcasting survive? Why Radio Scenewash? Answers. Yes, and because. Because we're a loose group of frank and forceful multi-media artists ripped from the headlines of our generation. Because we're steady, unbegrudging soldiers of that frank art. Because we're grounded here in Washington, DC, where heads of state roam, and states of head rock. Because DC is also home to the filthy lucre legal squad lot of the RIAA. Because we broadcast freely at our own cost to anyone in the whole wide world with 64kbps of bandwidth muscle with a pulse to match that muscle. Because we OWN or BORROW every bit of music we broadcast. Because we rock and roll with HISTORY!
Tip Two. Kick the Scenewash Project URL here and there to anyone who can pass muster on the challenging nature of our broadcast," growls an irritated Fatz, nursing his rotting left jaw.
The Radio Scenewash Network was launched on July 2, 2003, and billed as Music For The New American Patriot. We feel the Patriot was still in its freeform infancy, when the plug was pulled in June, 2009. Having already programmed some 40 plus hours of no repeat metal, rock, punk, industrial goth, hip hop, r&b, ska, folk, electronic, some jazz, news reel, and spoken word material drawn from the 1920s forward, the bulk of airplay however is devoted to 70s-80s proto punk and its older siblings, where melody and beat meets lyric, history meets timelessness, and new classics crystallize with every juxtapositionrequire for six years, we have missed the thrill of digital broadcasting, but it does require cash for royalties, bandwidth. Our tastes are eclectic, and we much prefer mixing it up to mimic the thrash and bromide of the REAL WORLD in conflict and resolve, thus mirroring the stoneground soundtrack stomping through the blood-washed stalls of our own bittersweet heads than genrewalling. Don't delay. Grab your own adjectives. Tune into the Scenewash legacy today. Meanwhile, we digitize, we realize, we sound the charges of rock-n-roll disguise. Peace and ramparts...
So, as we build this web site to capture the history of our listening pre-RSN era, during the hey day, and post-RSN, we look forward to resurrect the radio station in bringing you our most charismatic tracks suspiciously dubbedMusic For A Slaughtering Tribe.