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Episode #261 - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised (3/19/26)

Reddy J Kilowatt, your rock and roll servant Season 6 Episode 11

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9:00 PM | Gil Scott-Heron | The Revolution Will Not Be Televised 
9:04 PM | Ori Weiser | Butterfly 
9:08 PM | The Smiths | The Headmaster Ritual 
9:14 PM | The Popravinas | Hard Way (To Make an Easy Living)
9:17 PM | Keith Tryfle Hudson | The One Who Plant's Hope 
9:21 PM | Max Ceddo | Midnight Reverie 
9:26 PM | HOLOSOIL | Spirals 
9:30 PM | The Ragetones | Hero (feat. Fortune in Fallacy, Janet Earth & Ari Voxx) 
9:37 PM | Indigo Girls | The Wood Song 
9:42 PM | FANTAZMA | Somos Más Americanos 
9:46 PM | Dirt Buyer | Baseball 
9:49 PM | Surfbort | Hot Dog
9:53 PM | The Mommyheads | I Think About You

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I can dry your clothes, lay your radio, and I can eat your coffee pop. I am always there with a bonus bear called AREDY!

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From beautiful downtown Merrifield in the shadow of the Mosaic District, it's the Ready Kilowatt Hour on Radio Fairfax. Tonight the latest from Max Sado, the Berlin-based band Hollosoil, plus New Yorkers Dirt Fire and SurfBort. From DC, the bilingual band Phantasma, and we'll hear a Colorado band called the Rage Tones, collaborating with a local favorite of ours, Arivox. All this and more than you think. For now, we're here to tell you the revolution is not being televised. It's the one and only the old Scott Heron.

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You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on stag and skip out from here during commercials because the revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Zero's and four parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spyro Agnew. To eat hogmars confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by the Shaper of War Theater and will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nub. The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner because the revolution will not be televised, brother. There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mae pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run. Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not be able to predict the winner at 832 on the court from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers on the instant replay. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers on the instant replay. There will be no pictures of Wendy Young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process. There will be no slow motion on still light or Cloy Wilkins strolling through watts in a red, black, and green liberation jumpsuit that he has been saving for just the proper occasion. Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hoodville Junction will no longer be so damn relevant. And women will not care. Because black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no highlights on the 11 o'clock news, and no pictures of Harry H. woman liberationists, and Jackie O'Neassis blowing her nose. The thing's song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keith, nor sung by Glenn Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Engelbert Hummer Dink or The Rare Earth. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, the tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with coke. The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath. The revolution will put you in the driver's seat. The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised. The revolution will be no rerun, brothers. The revolution will be live.

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The album Meet is Murder from nineteen eighty-five. Morrissey is currently touring around Europe, and Johnny Mars touring around California this month, playing mainly in small theaters. Before that, Ori Weiser doing butterfly from an album from 2008 called Overexposure. Ori Weiser is an Israeli singer. We started out with Gil Scott Heron, the Revolution will not be televised. The album Pieces of a Man from 1971. One of the ancestors of what would become rap music. Gil Scott Heron passed away 15 years ago. His birthday would have been April 1st, so we're celebrating a little early. He came out of Great City of Chicago. Good evening, I'm ReadyJ Kilowatt, your rock and roll servant. Glad to have you along with us. Warming up a little bit. We had uh scary winter condition for March. Monday night actually, my garbage can blew down the street and empty contents all over the street. So anyway, 15 minutes cleaning everything up, getting to have my gloves on, my hands are freezing, and it's like God, when is this gonna be over? Anyway, it's all good. Great little band. The front man Eddie Sill is from Pittsburgh. The rest of the band is from LA. This is from an album called Willy Nilly from the year 2019, the song Hard Way to Make an Easy Living.

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Just get me to make it around. Go ahead and play it too. Go play it. Everything and uh birthday around. We'll do a while left load. Come at around.

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There's a mark of spring through the darkest rings. No spark to your king than the sharks will sing. I sell and communicate, doing well and straight. I may sound bored, can you tell? I hit the right side up, upside crazy, with the right I jump. I rise great weak.

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My days go late, barely hitting the jam. It's a happy stalemate when my kids scream. Certain people get different parts of me, searching for egos to have all the street. Put love in my light, enjoy my energy.

SPEAKER_07

Take your flight and twirl your sensory, detox memory, console and motivate, unlock synergy, hold the real weak, the goal to elevate respect, gratitude. I go for home break and check my attitude. Who are you now? When you put a roots down, what have you found?

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When you hit a true sound, break new ground. When I cool around, I throw crowns. I'm home around, who are you now? When you put a roots down, what have you found? When you hear the true sound, break new ground. When I done cool around, I throw crowns.

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I'm home about safety and kindness brings peace of mind. May see brightness when I beat the grind. Weak and done without the ego, the deed is shine. And now I'm peaceful. Wait for the sequel about faith and hope. Pray for the people who they gave a rope. How do they cope? Cause I want a space on a vegan slope at a good pace. I'll give you the recipe of the best of me. When I come from the back like a chef of speech, nuts for colors representing my home. Get up and recover like a stepping stone. Got a bone from the past that I did get up. Your control act made me sick of us.

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Wanna go for a swim and Kate Bird, just roll on the whim in this great world. Who are you now? When you put roots down, what have you found? When you hit a true sound, bring new ground. Without a cool round, I food crowns. I'm home about. Who are you now? When you put roots down, what have you found? When you hit a true sound, break new round. Without a cool round, I threw crowns. I'm home rebound.

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I set my low before the storm comes. You can bet the form, I perform with some personal demons, but at least I know surgical feelings. Wanna creep slow, still got the question. I had it 18, can't stop expressing. That's my daydream, the whole spectacle makes souls credible. Go to the pedestal, you know, flexible. Change is real. They taught me that. This stage might heal my faulty back. Just lofty facts when you see loss. I saw if we plan to bring loss. Might seem sauce, but it's only red one. What are we cost? What is your deadline? What's enough for you? What are you value? Family over money, and that's true. Who are you now? When you put roots down, what have you found?

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When you hear the true sound, break new ground. Without a crew round, I threw crowns. I'm home with them. Who are you now? When you put roots down, what have you found? When you hear the true sound, break new ground. Without a crew around, I threw crowns. I'm home with Bell, who are you now?

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And it lasted for days. I hadn't thought, but it went two way I saw.

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The face coming to the haze.

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I looked again, but there was no trace. I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes and found myself where I was alone. Not a prison, not a penance, but not my home. Where I could live on the inside world and never have to shy away from them. It was a feeling, a sharper sound, it was a shade. That was smooth and round, it was a taste that was subtle and pure. All these thoughts combined with yours view with them. I was subtle and pure. All these thoughts combined with yours, we were there. Close my eyes and fix you, what I want. Close my eyes and flash one. Close my eyes, I fix your face. I'll win again. Close my eyes, love to watch your face. I close my eyes. I had a dream. I had a thought. It went away.

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That's Max Sado. From an album called Excelsior Boulevard from the year 2025. The song Midnight Reverie is New Yorker coming out with a new album. I think I think it's coming out today, called Burnable. It contains 11 remastered tracks. Before that, we heard Keith Triful Hudson, the one who plants hope. From an album Beautiful Nothing from the year 2021, also a New Yorker. He's a rapper, an author, a musician, and he was a star of a one-man musical called Lost Rebel. We started out with Corpovinas, a Pittsburgh via LA band. Hard way to make an easy living in the album Willy-Nilly from the year 2019. Well, you and I are listening to the world-famous Ready Kilowatt Hour coming to you live from the studios of Radio Fairfax, a service of Fairfax Public Access, in the meteorological marvel of Fairfax, Virginia. Is it summer? Is it winter? Is it spring? I think we were asking that before. It could be all three within a 12-hour period. Who knows? If you have any comments or requests, or just want to love us, come visit us on our Facebook, Instagram, or TikTok pages, or drop me a line at readykradio at gmail.com. That's R E D D Y K Radio. I am the trickle charging ready J Kilowatt. Pull of Soil is a band from Berlin, Germany. They have a singer from Helsinki, Finland, and a couple of members of the band are French. Anyway, this is off a debut EP that's gonna be out next month. The name of the song is Spirals.

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There is a wonder. For helping me make a difference. To work up alongside these new friends, make the world a better place. Baby sister, my little angel you're my other half in my whole heart. Sure to wound in its apartment. What's this mess we've got ourselves into? A bossy ruler kills our fun and pins us against everyone until a little slave girl. She pulls one over. Now she's in charge. And she calls a fake treaty. Lovers come and baby sister puts a blade through her chest, but she grabs her head and she smashes it against the wall. Baby sister, you're a real angel. For pushing me to be stronger. To face off against these new friends. He looks worthy to be here. Stuart myself, so my lover loves me. She swears she does, but I hate my party. She's my prince, charming, right in honesty. She's my protector, my sword and shield. All I want is for peace in the city. Bring out the light in the dark souls and two. Stop this fighting unify. Nobody else should have to die. We met them on their turf. I spent a blade through my love's chest. But not before she could grab one of my head and smash it to the wall. Watch this I finish my overall. Stop myself, my lover left me. Put on my news, and I count two three. For helping me learn how to survive. Watching my new friends kick each other off one by one. Six moments and before me. If I can hold out a little longer, I'll be with my daughter. She'll be with her father.

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So found it by crying beauty. She finds a girl, rapid fancy hair. With a fish, she's gonna live. So we take to the sky, we do the sky, well, we can stay high. She's jumping.

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No, no, no. We don't follow, raining blessed, we can simply fast, who start to ahead. Raining victory, said the rain, and I'm basking the joy of a smile on a face. All of a sudden, a shot in my back, I thought my eyes, everything's flesh.

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On the ground, everything's faint. And I think it's time to say goodbye.

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Only the heart that we have for two we could use. And the varietal quarters our heart get used to. Love weighs the whole time with its waves. But the wood is tied, and the wood is hold. Make it fine. If the weather holds, but if the weather holds, will I miss the pole? That's where I need to go. Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great demise. Seems more than all the courage I can muster up inside. And then we get to have some answers. That's where I need to go. Sometimes I ask to speak to me. Skip to the final chapter of the maybe stare as clear some of the pain it To get us where we are this far. But the question ground is you to hunt. Just holding on. What is too? What is wrong? Where do we know? That's where I need to go.

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Originally from Atlanta, playing in Baltimore on June 9th. And the lyric. They're gonna be down in Glen Allen, Virginia on August 14th. They're gonna be at Indigo after hours. Indigo Girls now have the distinction of having a new species of legend named after them. Thanks to a group of scientists out of Colorado. Before that, we heard the rage tones, they're from Colorado, they're from Wayne. The song Hero featuring Fortune and Fallacy, and we're from DC. Before that, so it's gonna be out next month. Fortune Hilling Berlin, lead singer Emily, who lives in Hell Single, and there are two other members of the band who come from You're listening to the Ready Kilown Hour on Radio Fairbag. This is music from a DC band called Phantasm. That was actually DP. This is a song celebrating our diversity and immigration. This is a song celebrating our diversity and immigration. Don't arrest me. This is called Somos Massimaticanos.

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Que me regresé a mi tierra, porque aquí no nievo yo. Debo de cosas técnicos, yo no crucé la frontera, la frontera. America nació libre del hombre, la dividió. Ellos pintaron la raya para que yo la cruzara y me llaman invasor. Bien marcado, nos quitaron ocho estados, allí soy extranjero en mi tierra y no vengo a darles guerra, soy hombre trabajo. Si no piense la historia, aquí se sentó en la gloria, la poderosa nación, entre guerreros valientes, incluso de los continentes, me damos por el baño, y si a los siglos nos vamos, somos maricanos, somos marzamericanos, que vemos.

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Nos compraron sin dinero las aguas del río Bravo. Y nos quitaron a Texas, Nuevo México, Arizona y Costa. También con lo California Nevada. Con Utah no soy llenado. El estado de Wyoming también nos lo ha levantado. Yo soy la sangre del indio, soy latino, soy mestizo. Somos de todos los colores y de todos los oficios. Y si contamos los signos, aunque le duele al vecino, somos más americanos que toditos.

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Something I never get but asleep on it. Wake up, try again, but it won't run it. Look up, meet a friend with a new pick. Sneakers, breaking in Mexicans, tripping off to fall. Seeds and colors mixed in gold in the wind. I never knew that I'd be looking up to you to look down on too. Wake up and try again, but I won't run it. Look up, I need a friend with a new pick. Sneakers, they've broken in the worm all over town.

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There ain't nothing that could bring me down. Transistor radio on my floor. Fresh bologna hanging on the door. Eat a hot dog. Eat a hot dog. I like to do sports and I do it well. Walk around town with my tiny barbells. I'm tough and cool. I'm sexy and buff. Bobble me up. Call me hot stuff. Eat a hot dog. Yeah, eat a hot dog. Yeah, eat a hot dog. You can cry if you want to.

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It's a freaking birthday. Everybody says It's a freaking birthday. It's a freaking birthday.

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Wrestling with the dolphins, I shop on Mars. Your cousin Daisy is seeing stars. Ookalakaleley, mama had a baby. Drive around town in your 82 Mercedes. Eat a hot dog. Eat a hot dog. Drinking Dr. Pepper. Your mom was a stepper. Everybody knows the gays do it better. The grass is always greener when you stop bitching. Floating down the river, eating finger-lickin' chicken.

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That's a band called SurfBort. The song Hack Dog from the latest album reality star. It has a pretty historical video. We heard Mother from DC! Covering a song. We are playing May 20th category covered in silver spring. If you're listening to the Ready Kill One Hour, we're going to take it to the top of the hour now. An old song from the Mommy Head. It's actually a demo of some kind from the early mid-80s. Of a compilation from 2022 called Swiss Army Knife. We're gonna hear I think about you.

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A great big bone fell from the sky. It crushed and made what we once knew. I often think about it all. I often think about you. A great big bone fell from the sky. It burnt the house that we once built. I often think about that house, but I think more about you. Up and think about you. Creepy bum fell from the sky. But I think more about you.

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Off the album Swiss Army Knife, a series of demos from the early to mid-80s. That was I think about you. And with that, it's time to unplug the Ready Kilowatt Hour for another week. A reminder: you can stream our old shows at readykradio.bustroute.com, and also on your favorite podcast apps. We'll be back on Radio Fairfax next Thursday night at 9 p.m. with both rock and roll. Until next week, it's Ready K Kilowatt, your rock and roll servant. Stay well, stay safe, and please don't kill anyone. Good night,