Bubbles in the Think Tank Records is pleased to announce that we’re making another record about records for Record Store Say 2014. Scheduled for release on Record Store Day 2014 (Saturday April 19) 7 Inches & Other Delights will be the followup… Read more ›
One of my most favorite things I do in my life these days is ‘sock duty.’ It’s something that I can’t even explain here (or probably anywhere), but it’s one of those things that I never want to miss, one… Read more ›
I try to make you shake your stick every week. I know I do in my own way whenever we get together. That is just one of the millions of reasons I dig being with you. Hopefully this archive will… Read more ›
And that’s just what Chuck U aka Not Belinda tells you every time I leave. He takes even better care of you than the WMFO Freeform Automatron. So enjoy the archive of his latest excursion into the land of silliness.… Read more ›
I’m like a lake sometimes. I limpid pool of love. I grow damp in the studio just as much from the heat as knowing that you’re listening. I like to splash around in the silliness until all of you around… Read more ›
Who’s making who the fool? I love the nighttime. I want to be awake for more of it. Or at least aware of the best parts of it. Things get quieter. The dark feels cozy. I’m more attentive. At least… Read more ›
I’m not old enough to remember it, but the B’s Knees have been around since around 1800. Although in the beginning they were considered insignificant (and really, who among us did not have insignificant knees when we started), they have… Read more ›
You couldn’t doubt that I’m satisfied, could you? After this many years and I keep coming back…what else could I be? We all know that radio receivers convert radio waves into electricity. But the electromagnetism generated becomes diffuse with distance.… Read more ›
I’ve been getting a lot of comments lately about the way I whisper and sigh on the air. But I’m sure you can imagine how good it makes me feel to know that you notice. It’s just my breathy way… Read more ›
I get ideas. Then I like to push them as far as I can. We both usually benefit from my scheming…rarely does it go wrong. But it always gives us the chance we need to be together, to experience as… Read more ›
I guess there are really only a handful of things we do together. Sure, I’d love to do more and more often, but sadly there always seems to be some limit to us. Not that either of us want any… Read more ›
It really doesn’t matter what we do or where we’re at. You always seem to be able to use your powers to get me to do your bidding. At least that’s how it seems sometimes when I’m doing the show.… Read more ›
You know how I like a good tuber. I like them loaded. I like them naked. I like them hot. I like them cold. I like them raw. Crispy, salty, creamy, lumpy. Even a few days old. I like to… Read more ›
When I was a kid, I was totally into putting on shows. I never so much wanted to be in the front, I was more the impresario type. I’d convince teachers to let me put together a play. I organized… Read more ›
It’s like a wave that comes over me sometimes. I just think about the show and I get this feeling in my chest, a little week in the knees, a bit flush in the cheeks. You’d think it was a… Read more ›
Ok…I know you’re probably tired of me talking about how much I like it when we’re together. But it’s true! And I keep telling you how much better everything is when we’re together. I mean, yeah, I could do it… Read more ›
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You all know by now that I love a good storm. Almost any kind of storm. And a storm once the weather cools…well, you know that a fire is in order. Luckily I carry my own with me where ever… Read more ›
Those hours we get to share are some of the best hours I have. If they weren’t so perfect, I wouldn’t feel like there are never enough of them. And I probably wouldn’t need to keep coming back for more… Read more ›
What’s the point of the show anyway? Why would I ever want to get together with you and not have you feel like you’re all wrapped up in the silkiness of the silliness? How could I hold on to you… Read more ›
If I can’t be where I want to be, I’m going to think about being there. A lot. It’s what I do all week long while I’m waiting to be with you the next time. I plan. I scheme. I… Read more ›
During our time together, I don’t like for it to be too bright. I don’t want it to be totally dark though. I mean, after all, I need to see what I’m doing. How else am I going to hit… Read more ›
There’s no doubt about this kind of thing when it comes to me. You’ve read way too many of my ramblings over the years about me and rain and thunder and all that. Yet somehow these days I love it… Read more ›
That’s how it works all week. I leave you behind at the end of every episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank whether I want to or not. And I think that you know that it’s a not. Then I… Read more ›
Everything that comes to my head to say for this post seems like too much, and you know that’s saying something. But in the spirit of my transparency of process, I will share with you, the listener, although not in my… Read more ›
We see each other at night so much. But we’ve never been anywhere that we can see the Milky Way together. That’s where we ought to go next. A place so dark that no one else knows we’re there. A… Read more ›
You keep me up later than I would be otherwise. I stay up thinking about what I’m going to do for you next, waiting for you to tell me what you want and hoping it’s something I can give you.… Read more ›
I lay in the bed at night, in the dark, you’re probably sleeping peacefully, and I think. I think about how much I love to bring to you all the silliness that you seem to need every night we get… Read more ›
When I walk out of the studio every week, I look. Can I see any stars, even in the city? Is it a full moon? How fast are the clouds moving? Could that be…? I used to drive to the… Read more ›
My bedroom walls have always been scaled…it’s merely a matter of who’s doing the scaling. Sometimes it’s me trying to get to the room I’d rather be in. Occasionally it’s someone else…probably just trying to save me the time and… Read more ›
