Please consider applying for a position on the WOBC staff! WOBC is soliciting applications for the 2012-2013 staff positions as well as Summer 2012 staff. Descriptions of the positions are after the break below. In addition to each position’s individual responsibilities, all staff members are also expected to attend regular staff meetings and help out with some of the station’s bigger projects, such as the Annual Block Party and Big Parade.
To apply for a staff and/or summer position, please submit a short statement about your qualifications, goals, and anything else you want us to know and email it to email@example.com by Saturday, May 12 at 11:59pm. Staff positions are available to Oberlin students as well as residents of the greater Oberlin area; however, stipends are available to students only. Applications will be reviewed by the outgoing and incoming boards.
** Please note that positions labeled as paid include a 10 hour/week minimum wage stipend. The stipends for New Editor positions and the Computer and Web Technician have been cut by SFC; however, WOBC leadership is committed to having the stipends restored. **
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It’s almost that time of year again, and I think you know what time I’m talking about. No it’s not National Brain Tumor Awareness month or time for the annual Eurovision Song Contest to start up again (though both of these things do happen in May… thanks, Wikipedia). It’s something to the average college student that’s perhaps microcosmically speaking as ominous as the condition associated with the former, and in terms of absurdity correlated to level of workload, probably on par with the latter. What I’m talking about is some scary stuff. In fact, I’m dreading its imminence this very second as I’m typing these words to you (I really should be working on my art history paper!)…
Yeah, I’m talking about FINALS…
Ah dreaded, dreaded finals. How I loathe thee. You only come twice a year yet every time you make me want to rock back and forth on the floor of some dark corner of Mudd in a fetal position. Thanks a lot for that. You may be back to wreck havoc on my life in a matter of a few short weeks, but this semester, I have a plan in the form of a playlist. Full of ambient jams, this mix will lull any tendencies towards academic masochism into submission. I’m calling it “Hey You, Stop Breathing Into That Paperbag Or Music to Listen to When You Really Just Want to Crawl Into a Hole But You Should Actually Try to Be Productive”. Pull yourself up off the floor, put on your headphones, and listen in.
1. Like Totally – Gold Panda
2. Get Held – Geotic
3. Plastic People – Four Tet
4. Left Side Drive – Boards of Canada
5. The Magic Place – Juliana Barwick
6. Mike Mills – Air
7. Come Softly – Grouper
8. Deep Blue Day – Brian Eno
9. Happiness – Jonsi & Alex
10. I Walk – Mister Lies
Unfortunately, the 3rd Annual WOBC Block Party was cancelled due to rain. That didn’t faze WOBC!
Michael and Charlie (courtesy of the Big Parade face-painting booth)
Ryan setting up for Knomadik (who played live on WOBC)
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Chaz Bundick, or better known as Toro y Moi, came out with a new full-length release last Tuesday called June 2009. Bundick has been making music under the Toro y Moi guise since the same year, releasing a slew of EPs and two full-length records. Upon the release of his first LP Causers of This, critics and bloggers alike roped Chaz’s gazey, laid-back electro sound into the new buzz-word genre “chillwave”, alongside similar artists like Neon Indian and Washed Out. But Bundick has made it clear to us that his music and talent goes a lot deeper than the “chillwave” sound: his second full-length Underneath the Pine is a collection of smart, crisp pop tunes that feature Chaz on a menagerie of live instruments, and his most recent EP Freaking Out is an open love-letter to late-70s disco nostalgia.
With June 2009, Toro shows us even more versatility in his sound. The album is not comprised of new material, but is instead a compilation of older recordings that Bundick made around the time indicated by the title. While still retaining the sound of other Toro y Moi releases, the songs cover a much wider stylistic landscape. The first half of the record is a collection of lo-fi garage-pop tracks that sound as if they’re reaching your ears through the walls of a basement or a broken cassette deck. Chaz’s falsetto vocals meander half-ironically over crunchy guitar hooks, fuzzed-out bass lines, and rumbling drums. There’s no trace of the mesmerizing production quality, precise drum programming, and swirling soundscapes of the past Toro releases in these tracks; the music has been stripped naked and spit out with an honest simplicity.
Half way through the album, the mood changes drastically with the soft, emotive “New Loved Ones”— a rare moment for Chaz on just acoustic guitar and vocals that float upwards with dizzying reverberation. After this brief intermission, the album dives back into Toro’s roots with alternate versions of tracks from Causers of This (including a disorienting, ambient intro to a “Freak Love” remix), some hazy synth-pop cuts that sound like warped 80′s disco records, and a few nods to the West coast beat scene (a la Flying Lotus, Baths, etc).
June 2009 essentially offers a survey of the early years of Chaz Bundick’s recording career while giving us a rare insight into the composer/producer/performer’s musical mind. The release may not form a logically constructed whole as a record, but it can be appreciated as a a sort of road map for Toro y Moi’s sound, and a puzzle of clues to what we can expect from Chaz in the future. If there is one general observation that you can draw out of this disparately-presented record, it is that the music is unmistakably the art of one man with his ears in very different worlds of sound.
Check out “109″, one of the album’s more catchy garage tunes below:
Toro Y Moi – “109″
Rummaging through the Pop Vinyl Vaults at WOBC, I came across a nondescript cardboard-brown record that donned artwork limited to two banana-like people walking hand-in-hand. On the back of the record, in scrawled hand writing, it reads static into the one you are singing, a ghostly message that I can only presume to be the title of the album. The elusive production all comes from a band called Ghostcloud, a New York City based quartet whose media representation is limited to a purevolume account on which they have zero friends and one fan.
Ghostcloud remains a mystery.
Yet, the music itself is familiar. It uncannily sounds like a band called TKSH from my high school, a surprisingly sophisticated, but understated attempt at angsty folk/punk. So naturally, Ghostcloud makes me nostalgic. It makes me think of sweet New Jersey, angst, and my own adolescent dream in becoming the teendream rock-chick of my generation. Static into the one you are singing is by no means a perfect album. Ghostcloud sporadically makes mistakes while playing the guitar, and volumes are horribly mixed, yet I can’t stop listening. The music is earnest and draws me in. All the tracks are unnamed, but I genuinely like the one that goes like “doo doo doo.” I kid. Seriously, the best track is on the record’s B-Side, a 5ive minute acoustic guitar of repetition and vague vocals. I urge you to take a step into the WOBC vaults and explore. There is so much music to be found. And next time you’re in the “G” section, check out Ghostcloud.
Ghostcloud – track 9
-Rachel Ishikawa, dj rishkafishka, From the Vaults Mondays 7PM
Trophy Wife – Stella My Star 7″
There’s that new, cool thing where a bunch of girls get together and get really weird and have seances and ouija their songs lyrics and only listen to Sisters of Mercy and The Pandoras for like 4-6 weeks straight and start wearing purple lipstick on one lip and black on the other and just sort of have all their shit figured out for a brief moment in their lives. Maybe the line is becoming more defined because way more girls have picked up on it, but Trophy Wife totally have their collective shit together. Their label says they sound something like a civil war era punk band, but they go one step further. They pick up on the crucial next step in pop music. The past few years has sort of been a shit-show — witch-house, chillwave, dub-gaze — and Trophy Wife seems to understand what needs to come next. They’re a more vicious Grimes, or a more intense Mika Miko, but they move beyond comparisons. Disjointed, freakish but so cohesive, they deprive the listener in an controlled way. They’re not exactly extremists, but they’re here to ween us off of the tepid pop we’ve been exposed to, while moving us in a new and exciting direction.