Sex sells coffins, chain smoking chimp and more – Rynski radio – UPDATE with playlist, download

Sex has been used to sell everything from food to Firebirds – and a Polish funeral expert company thinks it’s just the ticket to sell some coffins.

Perhaps he's looking for a cigarette?/Thinkstock

That story and more are up this week on Rynski’s Shattered Reality radio show on Party934.com and FM 94.9 in Hudson Valley, N.Y.

Next show is Wednesday, Nov. 3 (today!) and every Wednesday online at Party934.com. Showtime is 1 p.m. in Arizona, 3 p.m. EST.

Even though Arizona does not follow daylight savings time, it still manages to creep in and screw up the show time.

Party 934 is a radio alternative for listeners sick of stations that play one song followed by 500 commercials.

Family is the theme for the show’s gorgeous array of songs. We’ll also have the weekly polka fix and plenty of requests from heavy metal to old time blues .

Thanks! to all who offer suggestions.

What: Rynski’s Shattered Reality Internet radio show
When: Every Wednesday for one hour
Time: 1 p.m. in Arizona, 3 p.m. EST
Where: www.party934.com and FM 94.9 in Hudson Valley

Since FAMILY is such a groovy theme, we’ll make it an extended family and run the theme again for next week’s show. More FAMILY suggestions welcome – from mothers to brothers, aunts to in-laws, you name it we’ll try and find and play it.

UPDATE:

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Playlist for Rynski’s Shattered Reality 11/3:

Theme: Family

The Who – Overture (Mary Jane in NY)

The Who – It’s a Boy (Still Mary Jane)

Violent Femmes – Gone Daddy Gone (Leftfield in AZ)

Violent Femmes – Country Death Song (Leftfield and KoreyK in AZ)

Tracy Bonham – Mother, Mother

Pink Floyd – Mother

Danzig – Mother (Jenna in AZ)

Led Zeppelin – Gallows Pole (Radmax in AZ)

Leadbelly – Gallis Pole

The Rolling Stones – Mother’s Little Helper (Deb in AZ)

Roger Miller – My Uncle Used to Love Me, But She Died (David in NM)

Johann Strauss – Tritsch, Tratsch Polka (polka always for parents)

Eric Clapton – Motherless Children – (Beezel)

Blind Willie Johnson –Motherless Children

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About Rynski

Writer, artist, performer who specializes in the weird, wacky and sometimes creepy. Learn more at ryngargulinski.com.
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9 Responses to Sex sells coffins, chain smoking chimp and more – Rynski radio – UPDATE with playlist, download

  1. koreyk says:

    Hey Ryn,

    I presume it is too late to weigh in on the playlist for todays show, but I’ll give a hearty second to the musically tasteful Leftfield (Zappa fan, Femmes fan…) for his suggestion of Country Death Song anyway.  It will allow me to live vicariously, as I actually tried to request it right after your first show, but tucsoncitizen.com was having one of its sporadic hissy fits and killing everything I tried to post. 

    • Rynski says:

      hey koreyk!
      yes, too late for request for this week’s show – but next week’s show is also FAMILY – so drop a couple of suggestions if you wish.
      also good you’ll be able to live vicariously thru the country death song – yaay!
      boooo! to the website’s sporadic hissy fits always. the usually decide to come for me when i’m right in the middle of a giant slide show or post i forgot to save portions of, of course.
      tune in 1 p.m.!

  2. radmax says:

    Swingin’, mother of a show Rynski! Gallis Pole-awesome! Leadbelly is some tuneweaver and Blind Willie ain’t far behind! Love that tune. You never cease to amaze media mogul. 🙂

    • Rynski says:

      thanks, radmax!
      i’m a huge leadbelly fan myself – and was tickled to be able to put him and zeppelin’s version back to back – same with blind willie and clapton. thanks for your continued requests – and wonderful support!

  3. koreyk says:

    Today marks the 13th anniversary of the passing of  Tucson guitarist/ singer/ songwriter Rainer Ptacek.

    For those who have heard Rainer, I need say nothing more.  For those who haven’t, words aren’t sufficient.  His music speaks volumes, so as a start, I offer a jaw dropping recasting of  Whole Lotta Love, Rainer style, from a BBC radio broadcast .  Oh yeah, the vocalist that sounds just like Robert Plant actually is Robert Plant.

    Anyway, this all leads up to my request for PJ Harvey’s cover of Rainer’s “Losing Ground”.

    • Rynski says:

      wow-eeeeeeeeeeeeee! on that whole lotta love version – absolutely jammin!
      thanks. also thanks for request – it’s going on the list for next week’s show.

  4. koreyk says:

    The theme is family, and it is Veteran’s Day, and I am playing The Pogues cover of Eric Bogle’s “And the Band Played Waltzing Maltilda” over and over (song request).  It’ both a tribute to the 50,000 that died in the Battle of Gallipoli and a savage indictment of war in general.  And, unfortunately, it is still relevant.

    I stumbled across the following comment from “Banshun”, on YouTube of all places, and it sums things up better than I could:

    “Don’t pack this song away with the WW1 photo albums and medals. Of course it is a tribute to those who died there, but the best tribute we can give them is to apply songs like this to the world we live in. As long as we are fighting. As long as old soldiers from whatever conflict are marching, and as long as politicians are sending young people to die this song is relevant to today. I am sure if we could talk to the war dead, they would say, ‘haven’t you learned anything?’ ”

    I don’t think we have.
     

  5. koreyk says:

    Since I have seen a several instances of Tucson Citizen bloggers posting entire song lyrics, I am going forward on the monkey see monkey do principle, and posting the lyrics to “And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda”.  Apologies in advance if it violates the TOS. And, also, apologies for hijacking this thread.

    When I was a young man I carried my pack
    And I lived the free life of a rover
    From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
    I waltzed my Matilda all over
    Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
    It’s time to stop rambling ’cause there’s work to be done
    So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
    And they sent me away to the war
    And the band played Waltzing Matilda
    As we sailed away from the quay
    And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
    We sailed off to Gallipoli

    How well I remember that terrible day
    How the blood stained the sand and the water
    And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
    We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
    Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
    He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
    And in five minutes flat he’d blown us all to hell
    Nearly blew us right back to Australia
    But the band played Waltzing Matilda
    As we stopped to bury our slain
    We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
    Then we started all over again

    Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
    In a mad world of blood, death and fire
    And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
    But around me the corpses piled higher
    Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
    And when I woke up in my hospital bed
    And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
    Never knew there were worse things than dying
    For no more I’ll go waltzing Matilda
    All around the green bush far and near
    For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
    No more waltzing Matilda for me

    So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
    And they shipped us back home to Australia
    The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
    Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
    And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
    I looked at the place where my legs used to be
    And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
    To grieve and to mourn and to pity
    And the band played Waltzing Matilda
    As they carried us down the gangway
    But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
    Then turned all their faces away

    And now every April I sit on my porch
    And I watch the parade pass before me
    And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
    Reliving old dreams of past glory
    And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
    The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
    And the young people ask, “What are they marching for?”
    And I ask myself the same question
    And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
    And the old men answer to the call
    But year after year their numbers get fewer
    Some day no one will march there at all

    Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
    Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
    And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
    Who’ll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

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