as we hit episode 129, I’ll share a little personal note that sometimes I am asked what exactly is it I hope to accomplish with this program.  To which I can only reply, would you ask Marshall  Applewhite (or his QB son Major) what they hoped to accomplish? Would you ask Marie Curie (or her daughter Cherie) what they hoped to accomplish?  Maybe the full measure of this show’s importance cannot be fully grasped until some day in the future while I’m being devoured by bugs. 

There's an old baseball adage that claims the key to successful club management is keeping the players that hate you away from those who are undecided. The same could be said of keeping persons who hate Queensryche's 'Operation : MIndcrime' and W*A*S*P*'s 'The Crimson Idol' (ie. me) away from those who attempt to determine which was better (ie. Blackie Lawless, who has revised his earlier opinion on the subject).  THIS LINCOLN TOWN CAR'S NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US.  Please keep this mind when making holiday party invitations, thank you. 

These are confusing times, to say the least (Cronos in Trenton NJ) voice.  If I turn on the television, I can either pick a spirited debate about Kyrie Irving’s YouTube recommendations, a panel discussion about who was the worst Nixon Richard, Mojo or Dale, or most confusingly of all, a gang of thugs labeling Coronation Street’s Peter Barlow, “The Wokemeister” for his walking out on an (unnamed) racist band.  So the answer, my friends, is NOT turn on the television and be a willing participant in the dumbing down of the human race, instead choosing to embrace this communications medium. Mixcloud is charging me a premium for the privilege of reaching dozens of you and with that in mind, opportunities to underwrite this program will soon be on offer. If you represent some sort of dubious dating app, job-seeker website or you’re a purveyor of 50mg and up Delta gummies, HMU.  Everyone has their price, mine just happens to be very reasonable. 

for episode 126, it’s time to celebrate my favorite week on the musical calendar as we preview the annual Austin edition of the Levitation Festival. As always, it’s an absolute musical embarrassment ….OF RICHES, my friends. Why are there only 4 appearances by the Osees? Why not 40? Are 2 nights really enough for King Gizzard Lizard Wizard Dairy Queen Blizzard? Can a room the size of the former Beerland possibly contain the charisma of Christian “Truth In Advertising” Bland? I THINK NOT. Tune in this week and I’ll help you make your Levitation Fest schedule and I’ll even be giving away a pair of tickets to see Acid Dad 

(second prize is 4 tickets to see Acid Dad).

Given that this week’s program features a selection from Jerome Cooper’s 1979 one-man percussion opus ‘The Unpredictability Of Predictability’, I asked my producer to arrange for an interview with an expert on private press recordings. Trouble is, he misheard me and thought I said PRIMATE PRESS and instead called the Kyoto University Press Tour who hooked him up with the Primate Research Institute of Kyoto University’s Mr. Wack Wack (above), who proceeded to destroy my studio after being offered Ozarka bottled water instead of Fiji. So if there’s a few technical issues during the program (sounds of people screaming, me trying to apply a tourniquet to my left leg while back announcing private press recordings, etc.) you’re just gonna have to bear with me. The show must go on (though no one seems to know why)

there was a lot of discussion online yesterday yesterday about a cancelled EU tour by A.C. which to be perfectly frank, surprised me because if you cannot make a Seth Putnam hologram work out financially, I don’t know what hope there is for holograms of anyone else. I do have a bit of experience in this realm having attempted to mount a hologram tour featuring Mungo Jerry’s Ray Dorset in the early 2000’s, but the project was thwarted when we learned Dorset was still very much alive (and touring).  These are dark and confusing times to be sure, especially if someone were to mix and match key details from Seth Putnam and Ray Dorset’s wikipedia biographies. I am confident no one reading this will do such a thing (thank you). 

for episode 123, I have attempted to determine exactly what was happening on this day nearly 15 years ago when a south austin party store advertised the appearance of LIMPY THE CLOWN with some sort of vampire motif. For all this time I have not been able to reconcile whether Limpy was a clown, a vampire, a combination of both or perhaps the proximity to halloween was crying out for something less specifically clowny. And why only 2 hours --- did Limpy have another engagement that afternoon (accupuncture, racquet ball, etc.) I don't wanna say I've been obsessed with this, just that if you've ever been waiting for me to get back to you for any reason whatsoever and I haven't done so, IT'S BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT.

 Greeetings everyone and welcome to episode 122 of my favorite online radio show (and perhaps yours as well). This week we’re in the midst of Harry Styles’ sold old six-night stand at the new basketball arena (which is a pretty neat trick considering Austin doesn’t even have an NBA team — why don’t we build an Olympic velodrome while we’re at it?). This joyous occasion means asking hard Q’s about Harry’s relationship with estranged father Joey ; has the latter finally seen fit to forgive his son for not going into the family business (screaming OH MY GOD, getting fired for making offensive remarks inbetween screaming OH MY GOD).  Is there any truth to the legend Joey’s ex boss, @heymanhustle once dubbed Harry’s band, Wonderrection and they made a mistake on the marquee of the ECW Arena and the rest is history? You’re just going to have to listen to all 2 hours to find out. (OH MY GOD)

Episode 121 neatly coincides with the eve of the 19th edition of Memphis TN's venerable Goner Fest and in true investigative journalist/podcast-crusader fashion, I have dove head first in the murky waters that constitute Goner's annual failure to secure the services of THE DOG POLICE for their otherwise otherworldly multi-day event. I'm sure it's through no lack of trying (most likely twice as expensive as a Smiths reunion, though also several times more musically rewarding), but if i cannot use this platform for finger-pointing and all-around laying of blame, I'm not sure what the point is.

There's no Dog Police music on this week's show, not due to rights clearance issues but instead I just couldn't find where I'd filed the album.

occasionally, i make a mistake or two on the program. Maybe I accidentally leave the microphone on when I’m yelling at children (someone else’s — they’re a couple of houses away but if I don’t speak up they’re gonna grow up to be total shits). Perhaps I’ll mispronounce a name or a title (apologies to former Canadiens/Avalanche netminder Patrick Roy) , and worst of all, there’s the times i’ve played a song at the wrong speed (which takes some doing as these are all digital files). But rather than clean it all up in post-production, I leave these gaffes right where they are. I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m a person, capable of messing up just like all of you. OK, maybe not nearly as often as all of you, but sometimes, and my fervent hope is that by opening up like this, you'll find me just a little bit more relatable (the caveat being I will not actually be interacting with any of you because I would rather roll around in broken glass)