A series of zip files of home made mixes of musical morsels and other oddio assaults that are really quite like listening to a radio show.

But without a host.

(backdated for your scrolling pleasure)

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A test show made up of assorted tasty treats.

It’s like a box of chocolates.

If you shoved the pieces in your ears.

Download it here.

(actually don’t bother. it’s been deleted so that the parts can be used for better things.)

In which poetry and jazz meet up in a local loser bar, suck down cheap red wine and a couple of dozen vodka shots and pick themselves a kick-ass fight with assorted beatniks, hop heads, and just plain weirdos in a bare knuckled, tag team, Fist City punchfest to find out who really is the King Of Coolsville for once and for all.

The rules are thrown out the window along with a couple of low backed wooden chairs and an old stuffed moose head that was yanked off the wall.

The paramedics are on the way.

Who will win?

You will if you download the show here.

In which a bunch of remade songs are shoved down your throat with all the tenderness of a cracked out gorilla brandishing a rusty tire iron.

Will you survive?

You’ll never know if you don’t download this.

Here’s a soundtrack that I made with Absynth 3 for a science fiction movie that doesn’t actually exist. It’s kind of ambient, if you’re into that type of thing.

Pardon My Paradox

In which your humble non-host slaps together tunes both in and about the French (a language that he knows about nine whole words of).

Was it worth the bother?

Find out here.

In which your long suffering non-host figures “What the hell?” and creates a mix of musical memories made from modern movies mankind must… um… reMEMBER.

Or something like that.

So slip into those pajamas with the feeties in them, grab a pillow and a blankie, and haul your butt into the back seat, pronto! We’re going to the drive-in tonight! It’s out of town but it shouldn’t be too hard to find. The directions say to get on the freeway and don’t stop until we end up here.

(filmed in mp3 pro and 190-phonic sound)