Move A Grave? Over My Dead Body — Pioneer Radio

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There is a cemetery just outside of Toronto – nestled between two diverging highway overpasses, under the flight pattern of daily jumbo jets, and within smelling distance of an enormous brewery. Believe it or not, the cemetery is called “Richview” and at least 110 of the bodies buried there came from plots nearby.

Just A Trim: A Cross-Canada Haircutting Project — Pioneer Radio

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For years, Jenny Mitchell (of the Barmitzvah BrothersJenny Omnichord, and Bird City) traveled across Canada, playing music in bars and giving haircuts in back rooms in exchange for stories. She hoped to compile those stories into a coffee table book – she even got an excited shout-out from Stuart McLean about the project before it was done. But her plans were derailed and, in the face of hundreds of audio files spread across dozens of hard drives and tape recorders, she just can’t seem to gather the will to finish the project. Yet…

Uncle Hardy Goes to the Moon — Pioneer Radio / CSSW

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Instructions for how to hold your breath while your life’s work is subject to a controlled explosion. Featuring my great uncle, Hardy, who worked for months on the first 2 1/2 minutes of the Apollo 11 shuttle launch. This piece was featured on the first episode of Sound Sausage, a podcast from the Canadian Sound and Story Workshop.

My Family Ruined the South — Pioneer Radio

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Kudzu is an invasive species of vine, introduced to the southern United States’ highway system by my great, great Uncle Friday.

Well, not really. But that’s the family legend!

Kudzu can grow up to 90ft. in a year and doesn’t have a natural predator in North America, making it a pain in the britches to eradicate. Music for this piece was composed by Reilly Jones.

The Train Bridge — Pioneer Radio

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Back before my buddy Chris Ryan was in the band Deer Tick, we were college kids together. We didn’t have any money, but we had 13 supportive, crazy, devil-may-care friends. This is a story about our youthful hijinx and just one of the ways we abused the public property of the State of Rhode Island.