The hose again.
“Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and
looked at each other. Their families came and took them away. Eighty years
later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their
deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said, ‘So.
What did you think?'” -Steven Wright
Or, thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost, you can get it this other way, which you might like better because it offers an instant-play option and isn’t surrounded by confusing flashing ads.
Every few years, Biff Rose appears in town as if by whirlwind and shows up with a companion of some type –kind of like the Doctor does in Doctor Who— wherever my radio show is, and he plays some music and utters the variably comprehensible and idiosyncratically interpretable and vanishes as mysteriously as he came. So that happened.
And Major Mark Scaramella of the Anderson Valley Advertiser telephoned to talk about media in general and the newspaper industry in particular. I realized instantly that I had many questions for him, some of them fawning, some of them impertinent to the point of rudeness and, throughout, he was –is– a gentleman and a good sport. With a wealth of knowledge of local history, chicanery, triumph and pain and secret delight both scandalous and of the Norman Rockwell variety. You will be charmed.
Also, as promised, at the end of the show, because I’d used up all 300 or so Boston Blackie episodes (again), I moved over to the original The Shadow, from the era where Orson Welles played Lamont Cranston, and not that other guy who, sorry, just sounds like a… ponce –I’m not really sure why but that’s the word I was looking for. Orson Welles is properly confident and menacing and, you know, Christ, he’s /Orson Welles/.
Actually, Alec Baldwin’s The Shadow, the movie version, was not bad. And it’s a good thing I thought of it, too, because it just occurred to me to wonder if they made any movies about Chandu The Magician, and it turns out they did! Several, in the 1930s. I must have them! (That’s said in a low sneering tone through gritted teeth.)
But besides all that, here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but otherwise worthwhile items that I set aside for you while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:
Life accordion to Trump. A sample of the boxed set.
My favorite is /Grandad is having trouble starting the vacuum/.
A left-handed piano for a left-handed pianist.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
See what it looks like to land on Titan. Except for the added CGI spaceships it’s exactly like a very slow-motion version of being tripped by a bully on the playground beyond the parking lot in fifth grade. This will bring it all back to you.
Beethoven or Bee-ba?
Cosmic consciousness generator. (Creates tweets indistinguishable from Deepak Chopra’s deep thoughts, by randomly jumbling profound-sounding words.)
Truly deep thoughts.
Small 4-stroke engine with clear glass cylinder head plus slow motion camera. You can see the valves opening and closing. You can see all the way to France.
Vatch her evade ze strike of za serpent zat vunce corrupted man.
This website shows you a few seconds each of random YouTube videos that have zero views before you came along. It’s amazing.
A bunch of Doctor deaths.
And what woman /wouldn’t/ want to be spanked by these manly men. Especially the last guy. That is a come-hither-wench-and-let-me-bash-you you-know-you-want-it look if ever I have seen one, and I’ve seen a few in my time.