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Host of Miracle Nutrition on WFMU Uses The Three Stooges to explain paradoxes Inspirational Revolutionary Dada Relational morality performance art Shemp Jive!
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The time signature for The Strangler's Golden Brown is Euler's number times 6 beats per measure, golden ratio times quarter note gets the beat. Don't know the keystrokes to notate it correctly!

Who wrote California Dreamin'? Olive Lisa Brown and/or Skylar Gray. They say it at the beginning.

I've avoided getting fired from most jobs by not getting them in the first place.

The WFMU @wfmu.bsky.social marathon begins! Freedom is an easy sell, right? This is the cover of my premium this year. It's a rainy ride in a car with the radio tuned to Hearty White. ASMR for sleepin! Keep ya awake, put ya to sleep, make you think, make you forget. Who else does this?

When I was shopping for new glasses frames, my discription of "like Zbigniew Cybulski's in Ashes and Diamonds" was not as universally recognizable as I'd hoped. Ended up not getting new frames. Great movie, btw.

Putting together a side by side comparison video of the Zelensky oval office press conference and the King Louie scene from The Jungle Book. Striking.

I love and appreciate you, basically decent person. You can be rude, weird, or difficult, but you're basically decent, and I and other basically decent people see you and appreiate you.

This shot from the latest episode of Severance reminded me of the iconic shot from Last Year at Marienbad.

If I had medals, I'd be returning them now anyway, so I'm always thinking ahead, I guess.

I go to the gym in an obvious old man wig and beard and walk all bent over and people think I am secretly strong, and then I go to pick up a weight but can't and they are shocked!

To translate into reality TV terms, which is actual reality now, they are voting an ally country off the island.

The image of that venal camarilla of pampered cuck-jackals, hiding behind the corpulent poo-flinging alpha ape bully, each taking turns mocking a human who has been through some actual shit, says it all.

The presidency is a bully puppet.

I think I'm a lot, but like, low key a lot.

I've never been good at social media, but I was particularly bad at facebook where my comments were looked at like they're the Tim Robinson character in a Tim Robinson sketch. I thought I was clever, but clearly...

On Pawn Stars, everytime something really rare turns up, they call it the Holy Grail. How many Holy Grails were there? Turns out, the Holy Grail was part of a holy 60 piece dinnerware set.

One up side of AI is I don't have to wait for some young person to tell me I inspired their art journey. I can schedule it even. I kid. I hate AI. I will however probably fish for this when I'm live for the marathon. "College kids; call and tell Hearty he's why you dropped out."

I wish there was a version of Penn & Teller: Fool Us for performance artists called Marina Abramovic: Confuse Her.

Can't remember whether it was in a machzor or on a box of tea, but I read, "If you are going to criticize someone, prepare for an hour and speak for 5 minutes. If you are going to praise someone, plan for 5 minutes and speak for an hour." I get around that by not talking about anyone specifically.

If you really believe speech has consequences, broadcasting is terrifying. I love it.

I'm glad I didn't buy that mint condition Wildman Steve album I saw a couple weeks ago in Cincy. As it is, I'm not sure my kids will appreciate inheriting my 70s dirty comedy album collection. Although my son likes CupcakKe, and she's dirtier than Redd Foxx.

Insanely excited about Irene Moon coming to Lexington, a town we have never been in at the same time, and visiting with old friends. Literally bought a new rug for the guest room.

The radio program tonight on one level is a weird guy telling a messed up version of Pinnochio. It's also about identity and the god problem and an attack on conventional broadcast aesthetics and conventions.

I encourage my listeners to not only think outside the box, but to then poop in the box, set it on fire, and put it on the doorstep of the box makers. That box is the limitations put on your imagination to keep you politically and spiritually oppressed. it's not cozy; it's confining.

WFMU’s Fundraising Marathon is a time like no other! We’ve got new swag, DJ tag teams, prizes, stunts, and a whole lot of fun. Join us for two weeks of on-air mayhem beginning this Monday, March 3rd, at 6 a.m. See the full list of mouth-watering swag here: buff.ly/4bqAMnN

The thing about Lysenkoism and political based pseudoscience: yes, the proof of the pudding is in the tasting, but if you're forced to eat the pudding, it won't matter if it's poison.

My experience with mammals, mostly humans and dogs, is that they are fine one on one. It's when they pack that they are dangerous and treacherous. I find governments, neighborhood associations, and bridge clubs equally threatening.

Changing my party affiliation to chump.

For the Irene Moon/Ed Sunspot I'm debuting a new character who is a combination of Mr. Sophistication from Killing of a Chinese Bookie and Mister Rogers.

My annual NJ live shows are one offs. Yes, they are written, but I never do them twice. Some are filmed. Last years was multi media and had other people in it. An early art mentor told me to alway destroy your art after people experienced it.

If you think the "saving lives" thing is hyperbole, ask any WFMU DJ about letters they have gotten. Listen to the donor comments being read on air. So much of helping is quiet heroics or witnessing and acknowledging.

Can't wait for the WFMU marathon shows so I can sing the praises of our world-wide community. Saving lives and championing freedom.

People who just know me from here wonder, "How does this guy have a radio show?" while my most devoted listeners are like, "How does this guy have a radio show?".

If you are interested in hearing me talk chaotically about the problem of identity by telling the story of Pinnochio wrong, my show tomorrow is for you!

"This entourage of biscuits follow you wherever you?" When I hear this line directed at Cosmo in Killing of a Chinese Bookie, I think about the Mitchum Brothers from Twin Peaks: The Return and Candie, Sandie, and Mandie.

Caligula only JOKED about making his famous horse a consul. We are now entering into an era where there will be whole departments filled with barn animals.

MLK's I Have a Dream speech and Major Briggs' I Had a Vision speech are both about the supremacy of love, no?

Diane, it's 4:20, February 24th here in Twin Peaks, and I have to say, these trees got me wantin' to fire up and walk with me, if you know what I mean. Gonna visit the black lodge and do some backward talkin'. Reachin into my death bag, and dancin with the man from another place, amirite?

My WFMU marathon premium this year is an ASMR soundscape of listening to the am radio on a rainy car trip. It's called Radio to Sleep By and is already a collectors item I'm hearing from me, who is the only person who has heard it. Love it though. OMG, the sleep you'll have.

Two great FREE/ALL AGES shows coming up in Lexington next week that I helped with (playing the March 7th one as well) March 4th- @jonmueller.bsky.social at Institute 193 presented by @otslexington.bsky.social March 7th- @moonirene.bsky.social /Ed Sunspot / @heartywhite.bsky.social at 21C Lexington

Me in 1990: WE killed Laura Palmer, y'all! We all killed her!

Happy Twin Peaks Day. I want to take the opportunity to say that at some point we really are going to have to talk about Judy.