EDITOR: JAMES C.CONNELLY
CONTRIBUTORS: REV. KIRK, BOY WONDER, KAMALA, JAY DJ, TIM GASKILL & BIG JIM
THANKS: PAM & KATHY, WESTERN CHAPTER, OFFSHORE, JIM WILSON, PEOPLE WHO BUILT THE HOUSING, SWING BAND, SUN VALLEY PRINT FOR THE T-SHIRTS, 3 O'CLOCK, RONNY W., LA FONDA'S, JOE R., PENNY CANDY, MICHELLE H., JIM MC, STAGE DIVE RECORDS, KASSIA FOR EVERYTHING, S.F. 49ERS, AND TOWER RECORDS & VIDEO.
VERY SPECIAL THANKS: U2 FOR THE BEST CONCERT OF MY LIFE
NO THANKS: KHAN, INTERNAL REVENUE SERVICE
WHAT GOES ONFinally, after innumerable delays, the housing for the new transmitter is being built, which means that assuming the new transmitter isn't lost in the mail we will be increasing our power to the big, bad 2600 watts we have been promising you for a year or so. It's gonna happen. Hopefully
Until then, maybe you can purchase your own KFSR T-Shirt. Yes, they are fun, stylish, and they actually exist. They are currently at Penny Candy and Stage Dive Records. Or stop by our office here on campus (Speech Arts 104) and ask for Jim or Kirk and if one of us is here, we will sell you a shirt. As they say on TV, supplies are limited, so snag them while you can.
Gayle Gingold has replaced Denis Miller as News Director. She plans to expand newscasts to more than just two a day. And many new voices are assulting your ears. Here are some names: Pam Henry, Jim Gonzales, Richard DeSouza, Craig Session, Steve Janisch, and Pat Sporer.
Thanks to all of you for making both the Untouchables and Three O'Clock shows the rousing successes that they were. There is nothing on the horizon as far as concerts go, but of course, we will let you know the instant the next show comes up.
LETTER FROM LONDONOur former Program Director, Tim Gaskill, is in the U.K. for C.S.U.F.'s London Semester. Recently, we got our first letter from him -- so in the tradition of the formerly great Creem Magazine, here is an excerpt from Tim's letter:
TO ALL AT KFSR
Let's call this the first Letter From London, w/ many to follow (yeah, right). I am listening to the British cassette version of XTC's The Big Express. I forgot to bring it w/me. It's OK, though, this tape has 3 extra songs. The music scene over here is so much different than the States. For one, Heavy Metal is virtually non-existent. I now see why all of those HM groups have to go to the U.S. to make it big. Groups like XTC, The Jam, and The Kinks become even more relatable when you see some of the areas they write about. Also, these groups and others like Joy Division, The Cure and Siouxsie are treated w/almost reverence.
I've attended one major concert, a special benefit for the striking miners. Aztec Camera headlined. Their final song was "Jump." After strapping on a black&white striped Eddie Van Halen guitar, Roddy Frame started running around stage taking mock HM poses & doing bad HM solos. I was almost in tears. Its weird, though, nobody moved or danced. I must have looked like a breakdancer. On my way home, in the tube, a marauding band of punks, maybe 20, took out every single flourescent light in the car and smashed them. I smiled at them.
TV here is completely different. The real good show is called "The Tube." Jools Holland is a regular "Tube" host and is funny as usual. I've noticed that Ian Dury does a lot of commercials in his rap-like singing.
The pubs are great. I met Chris Difford of Squeeze and D&T fame. I said "I bet you get mistake for Chris Difford a lot." He laughed and said "I guess I do." We chatted and I asked him about their recording plans. He said they just started working on a new album. I said goodnight and realized this would never happen again in my life.
The punks in London are a lot more outrageous than back home. The punks in Fresno look like middle-class businessmen compared. Johnny Heathen or Fat Jerry wouldn't get a second look.
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VOLUME 2, NUMBER 3 SAN JOSE GIANTS???? YUK! SOMETIME MID-MARCH 1985 HERE COMES SPRING!
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