![]() ![]() ![]() Passing through Fremont to get uptown and to the freeway in what was embarrassingly nicknamed (by others, I assure you) “the Green Monster,” the tempo of the Dead Boys' classic single charged me up along with the potent blasts of power chords. I’d heard for a long time Seattle had a “cool” non-commercial radio station, so I made the presets back in Tacoma when all I could hear was garbled static. So as soon I’d pass Southcenter Mall from the drive up from Tacoma, I’d press the first button of five presets, programmed to 90.3 FM. Just a digital radio dial, which was probably an astonishing innovation for the year it was manufactured. 350 that could smoke any other car off the line but didn’t have an aftermarket CD player or even a stock cassette deck. This had to have been 2007, as that was the year I bought a beat-up Chevrolet Caprice with a completely rebuilt engine, with cracking Farwest Taxi paint that was in a very past life a cop car. What’s more punk than a story with an unreliable narrator, right?Īnyway, I do remember it was a Saturday night and Sonic Reducer, KEXP’s signature punk show, was wrapping up for the evening. I believe I was just talking to my friend Micah on the phone. I might have been turning out of a parking lot I might have been driving down a hill of some sort. I was somewhere in Fremont, driving through the neighborhood for the first time after visiting a friend. I don’t remember exactly where I was in Seattle when I heard “Sonic Reducer” for the first time. For the occasion, Martin Douglas, features writer, producer, and KEXP Editorial's resident punk, tasked himself with running back his essay collection “Requiem for a Fake Punk” for a sequel. 2004 was particularly significant because it was the year we debuted our weekly punk show, Sonic Reducer. In our yearlong celebration of KEXP's 50 years of excellence, we have found ourselves commemorating 2004 this week. ![]()
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