The Basics

Randophonic is a radio program which broadcasts every Saturday night (11pm until at least 1am) out of Vancouver, British Columbia, on CiTR.FM.101.9. 

Randophonic Podcasts can be found here.

We have no idea who this guy is:

Long time late night vet Bill Mullan hosts Randophonic, but lately the show's main focus has been a continuing series of programs inspired by the found notes (and records) of Philip Random:  The All Vinyl Countdown + Apocalypse (or) The 1,111 Greatest Records You Probably Haven't Heard.

Installment #1 of the countdown aired on November, 5, 2011, the 406^th anniversary of the infamous  Gunpowder Plot.  Not that Randophonic espouses a violent, radical agenda.  It just worked out that way.  

A BRIEF HISTORY OF RANDOPHONIC BEFORE THE COUNTDOWN:

Randophonic started back in March 2011, a few days before the big earthquake hit Japan.  So program #2 was a weird one, mixing up all the cool new sounds while the Apocalypse seemed to be happening across yonder ocean (not really that pacific at all).  We honestly didn't know for sure that everything wasn't all about to blow to nuclear smithereens that night.    

Maybe it did.

Unfortunately, we have no podcasts for the first two programs.   So the trail of evidence starts at Program #3, with apocalypse still unfurling roughly 4000 nautical miles due west, now with the added luster of the so-called SuperMoon.  It seems so long ago now.  

Then maybe two months later, the world ended.  May 21^st, 2011.  Or so we were promised.  We got two, maybe three programs out of that.   
Then it was Bob Dylan's Seventieth Birthday – good for four shows in which we explored "The 70 best Bob Dylan songs you probably haven't already heard". 

Summer 2011 was fun, albeit disjointed.  We did a fill-in for Synaptic Sandwich (the always interesting electro-techno-trance-whatever-you-want-to-call-it show that precedes us Saturday nights at CiTR).  We observed the Nineteenth Annual All Vinyl Barbeque + Apocalypse, or was it just the Ninth?  None of the hostages were harmed.

But meanwhile, something BIG was going on off-air, connected to what we'd come to think of as Philip Random's Apocalypse Stuff:  the boxes upon boxes of cassettes, reel-to-reels and notes, lots of notes (not to mention a few tons of aging vinyl) that he left behind when he disappeared in late summer 2001. 

Lawyers were consulted, deals were cut, old tapes were digitized, notes deciphered.  By November 2011, we were ready to go.