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DJ ProfilesVamanAIM: corruptionradio Favorite Books: The Road, On the Road, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, The Stranger, The Tipping Point, The Last of the Mohicans, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, A Million Little Pieces, The Gospel According to Larry, Vote for Larry, The God Particle, Chronicles: Bob Dylan, Angela's Ashes, 'Tis, Teacher Man, Of Mice and Men, The O'Reilly Factor, The No Spin Zone, Ball Four, The Antichrist, Harry Potter, Space Station Seventh Grade, America the Book, The Great Gatsby, A Farewell to Arms, To Have and Have Not, Fahrenheit 451, The Things They Carried, When You Ride Alone You Ride with Bin Laden, New Rules Favorite Bands: Jay-Z, Nas, Lupe Fiasco, MF Doom, Dangermouse, Blackstar, Big L, Common, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Wu-Tang Clan, GZA, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Rakim, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Who, Red Hot Chili Peppers, U2, Coldplay, The Velvet Underground, The Twilight Sad, Radiohead, The Flaming Lips, Joy Division, The Cure, Wilco, The Strokes, The National, My Bloody Valentine, Andrew Bird, Will Oldham, Bon Iver, Jeff Buckley, Lou Reed, Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, The Roots, Notorious B.I.G., Kanye West, Outkast, Stephen and The Colberts, Spinal Tap, Fingerbang, John Ashcroft, MC Karl Rove, Kevin Federline Favorite Quotes: "I don't know If it's my illusions That keep me alive" - Beck "He he he" - George W. Bush "I am literally a pitbull" - Sarah Palin Favorite Other WMUC Show: Street Anger Radio Other Info: Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? - W.B. Yeats 1920 Recent PlaylistsArchived Playlists
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