Sunday, January 27, 2013

Transmission 513

Join me for an unchained RFW session with Aaron Neville, James Brown/Tupac, Samuel L. Jackson, Funky Brown, Mahogany Rush, Stevie Salas, Robin Trower, The Eric Burdon Band, Savoy Brown, Neil Young, King Crimson, Porcupine Tree and The Mars Volta!

T513 is a 68.8mb 128k mp3 1:15:11 in length made loud to be played louder!

"Hilda's in the hot box"


Saturday, January 26, 2013

Transmission 413

You're invited to sit around the archives and rock to the roll sounds of RFW including Amos Milburn, Jay McShann's Kansas City Stompers, Bus Moten & His Men, David Bowie, Roxy Music, Cockney Rebel, Rock Candy Funk Party, Upp, Jeff Beck, Buzzcocks and Can!

T413 is a 62.5mb128k mp3 1:08:17 in length made loud to be played louder!

"How could I forget that face"


Monday, January 21, 2013

Transmission 312

As I watched President Obama be inaugurated and invoke Martin Luther King during his speech, I was moved by the potential that we the people possess to truly love, respect and be free! So to commemorate this great man on the American Holiday celebrating his birth, we dream to the sounds of James Chapman, Equals, MuteMath, The Clash,  Prince Far I, Cables, Fela Ransome-Kuti & Africa '70 and G.I. Unit!

T312 is a 52.6mb 128k mp3 57:27 in length made loud to be played louder!

"a man of peace and love"



Aug. 28, 1963

"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

 I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Transmission 213

The Town of Swampscott has a long history and beautiful beaches, but no swamps - nonetheless, we find ourselves in it up to our ears with help from Blur, Tool, The Nomads, Five Man Electrical Band, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Soulive, Talking Heads, Instinct, Johnny Jenkins, Alfred Lewis, Swamp Dog and Drive Band!

T213 is a 56.4mb 128k mp3 1:01:38 in length made loud to be played louder!

"I've come to take you home"


My wonderful and talented friend Terri Sheppard led me to a great site about Swampscott, MA.

The town’s first piece of fire fighting equipment, the Atlantic One Handtub, was built 1852 by Walter Hunneman, an apprentice of Paul Revere.

The Town Hall is the former home of Elihu Thompson who founded the Thompson-Houston Electric Company which is now General Electric.

The late great former Red Sox third baseman and pro baseball coach Johnny Pesky lived in Swampscott for many years.

 Leslie Stahl of CBS’s 60 Minutes grew up and attended school in Swampscott. .

Detroit Lions running back Dick Jauron grew up and attended schools in Swampscott. He’s now head coach of the Chicago Bears NFL football team.

TV and movie star and Oscar winner Walter Brennan grew up in Swampscott. He was Grandpappy Amos McCoy and lawman Will Sonnett.

The center of town, called Monument Avenue, was designed by Frederick Law Olmsted, the same designer of New York’s Central Park. It’s shaped like the sole of a shoe and most the streets off the Monument were named for Civil War generals or admirals like Grant, Walker, Farragut, Devens and Sheridan.

After it's invention by Archibald Query in Somerville c. 1900, the recipe was sold to two young men, H. Allen Durkee and Fred L. Mower, both graduates of Swampscott High and veterans of the United States Infantry in World War I, had formed a partnership in the manufacture of Marshmallow Fluff. The actual date that they started working together is hard to pin down, because they had been making candies together before they started making Fluff. The company numbered two men in those days, and they started out cooking their confections in the kitchen at night and selling them door to door in the daytime.

Thanks for the fluff, TS!

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Transmission 113

To think outside the box, the box needs to be emptied and the contents examined! After spending the better part of the past 4 weeks in moving-hell, HAL has been reactivated, the studio has been reconstructed and the Archives restocked in meticulous alphabetical order - now it's time to rechristen RFW as an East Coast entity and start rocking 2013 with Crosby/Stills & Nash, Micki Dolenz, John Lennon, Ramones, New York Dolls, Johnny Thunders, Billie Holiday, Pinetop Slim. The Rolling Stones (alone and jamming with) Muddy Waters, The Allman Brothers, Gregg Allman, Devon Allman, Hotlegs, Festival, 10CC and Godley & Creme! It's so good to be back!

T113 is a 66.1mb 128k mp3 1:12:17 in length made loud to be played louder!

"there are places I remember"


Saturday, January 05, 2013

2012 was a year of transition, closure and reawakening!
2013 is shaping up to be filled with challenges, excitement and new beginnings!
The RFW Studio, The Wohlman Archives and everything else that fit is speeding cross-country heading for our new home on East Coast!
Thanks for all of your well-wishes, kind words and love!
My musical resolution is to take us all to even greater heights in the months ahead!
Get ready for our new Transmissions from Boston, MA - coming soon on
Radio Free Wohlman!
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