In this episode you’ll hear me say:  Decide to be happy, gimme the remote, stepped down to my level, no stinkin’ drums, big ears, let the thing breathe, his wives kept dying, what a maroon, really on the one, stops her brain.

In this episode you’ll hear me say:  Awful cranky, three Kings, the king of sex, chunky monkey, realized he understood, collateral noise, a physical thing, an overdose of lead, little fella, turns her loose, gets into your bones, burying friends and lovers, bleed into each other, you gotta hit ‘em, I’m not religious…but, you want […]

In this episode you’ll hear me say:  Quick four, Gill kills, because it’s beautiful, the guy could sing, read ‘em and weep, minor five, they blur together, a lotta glamour, you can’t get any funkier, susceptible to schmaltz, stuck on Peabo, take my misery as it comes, nail down the fundamentals, dragged out of some […]

Surviving members, no stinkin’ drums, you try it, chopmeister, Portuguese precursor, on the one, gimme that remote, louder than God, put the snare forward, dried it up, about 500 strings on it, you finally got one right, an apple in a bowl, you better strap in, complicated yet boring, hear the brushing, it’s a thing, every […]

John Troy, host of John Troy’s Crunchy Groove Sack Sundays 9 -11pm, takes over the airwaves to raise funds for KX FM 104.7.

Sittin’ on the groove, he’s a-riffin’, give me a skank, when you’re vaping, gun boats, odd bars, strange but it works, a conscious thing, high caliber pandering, easy if you know it, quarters on the kick, all the corners of his brain pan, ruin it for you, great tension.

Leaving holes, drummer’s gotta read, know where the pocket is, I guess I’m a musician, walkin’ and lookin’ at her, I’m good, you can’t get an engine by me, get your hips into it.

What he put himself through, look down on what I’m thinking, with the snare off, we’re both drunk and yelling at each other, yes I’m live on the air Jason!, you’re not very much to look at, speedy quick thing, those happy few, no stinkin’ drums, cover your dog’s ears, wasn’t a limp pink hotrod […]

Scantily clad, how to drive a stick, rising panic, they didn’t kill me, I’m completely, when he was most cool, skull on your head, me in the pee.

My fevered cranium, sixteens on the bottom, pull the low end out, you didn’t have to be a sexpot, get ready to note, a-pickin’ and a-grinnin’, well crafted sausage, they’re not all rapists, let my but hang out there, this is that, gives it that sorta pow, lionize, shadows in the dark, get to the […]