Check out the new record about records for Record Store Day from Bubbles in the Think Tank! We started in 2012 when we decided to make a record about records for Record Store Day. Listeners past and present came together… Read more ›
Finally! The B’s Knees of 2014 are ready to share with the world! Whet your appetite with the archive and then go buy as much of this fine music as you can. And, as always, tell them Bubbles in the Think Tank sent… Read more ›
The silliness is titillating. The listeners are charming. The show, downright bewitching. Let this archive ravish you and let us know how it goes.
It’s not that you haven’t been looking. Sometimes they’re right there in front of you. Sometimes they’re hiding under the covers. But they’re never far away. Usually, they’re moving around in the studio while you’re busy facebooking through the show.… Read more ›
I’m always swinging. Whether you know it or not. Even during the RadiObituaries. And this RadiObituary RetrOspective should be enough to make you understand why.
There’s just really no need to waste your time with it. We worked so hard getting it that way. So why not just crawl back in with me and this archive right now?
It’s not like we’re trying to hide anything at Bubbles in the Think Tank. That’s the last thing we’re trying to do. But somehow sometimes it still seems like our little secret. People don’t know. They don’t understand. Until they do.… Read more ›
Well, it may be dark, but I try to lighten up everything around us. I like it darker than light. But lighter than dark. I want to be able to see without being distracted. I want to never have to… Read more ›
No. There is nothing you can do. Don’t even think about trying. She loves a swing. She loves to swing. She loves the swinging. Why would you want to take any of that away? Especially when she’s giving you this… Read more ›
Sometimes you gotta go somewhere to make dreams come true. I know… that often means that I end up leaving you for a bit, but I try to leave something nice behind for you when I do. So here’s a… Read more ›
I know you all do it when you’re listening to me. You pop. You pour. You stir. I have a feeling you even shake it on occasion. You bring it right up to your lips and you take it in.… Read more ›
I really don’t know how else to describe it. I get to the show with you and I get a little turned around, a little light headed… I feel like I’m going to fall right over. At least I know… Read more ›
I really love packing. It almost always means great things. I’ve gotten really good at it. Whether it’s just one night or for a week, I probably always pack too much, but I’d hate to be unprepared for whatever my… Read more ›
Lately as I’m starting Bubbles in the Think Tank as Mike from Classic Rock Mine is leaving the studio, I ask him to turn out the lights as he goes. No, not all the way. I still like to see what’s right… Read more ›
It’s all part of the exposure that comes along with doing Bubbles in the Think Tank. You know how it goes…I put it all out there for you to see. You know you probably shouldn’t stare, but you do anyway. But… Read more ›
It doesn’t really matter what might be wrong. Being with you makes it right. You’ve known it for years…nearly nothing in this world makes me feel better that Bubbles in the Think Tank. That means silliness. That means music. That… Read more ›
You bought me a junior once. We were stunned that they’d only let me have 4 ingredients. I’m way too greedy and needy for that. So you made them just keep piling on and on and on. Then I ate… Read more ›
I only know what’s groovy because I listen to you. Once I figure out what one of you likes, I figure you can’t be the only one so it must be good. I’m sure you’ll tell me if I’m wrong.… Read more ›
I always smile when we get together. No matter what kind of mood I’m in, it is always instantly improved by us. And how could it not be…all wrapped up in the silliness of love. Until it happens again, we’ll… Read more ›
Sometimes I fall right over. For lots of reasons. You’ve possibly witnessed them all. But no matter why it happens, my only hope is that the right bed with the right pillows is there to tuck me into some silliness… Read more ›
My mother once remarked to the January Fairy of her ability to go sleeveless in any weather. At the time, I didn’t have that ability. But as I have become “a woman of a certain age,” it has become much… Read more ›
I know. It’s not the right picture. But sometimes I have to let perfect go in some places go so I can get it in others. Like nights where that rain arrives. And it’s coming through the window onto a bed… Read more ›
I’ve taken to turning the lights down in the studio like I used to. Way way back in the moist cavernous bosom of the majestic Alms Hotel, I would even pack in my own lights so I wouldn’t have to… Read more ›
Thanks yet again to our favorite Not Belinda, Chuck U. I go running about and he’s there for us, making sure you get the silliness you require, even in my absence. But I have to say, that I always appreciate… Read more ›
As Fred Boak, our Associate Producer and Valet (when Chandler is not using him), said, “We have to go with this title just because it’s Freddy.” And so it was. The Harem, all together, all staring at each other for… Read more ›
I’m looking for you all the time. Hoping you’ll just pop up wherever I am. Online. At a show. Walking around aimlessly the way that I do. But no matter what, you’ll aways pop into my mind when I’m letting… Read more ›
I don’t remember the last time that morning didn’t show up too soon. And that’s not necessarily like me. Morning is great. Awake but still sleepy. Aware but still dreamy. And, if things are as I want, the perfect chance… Read more ›
Yes. My knees shake and get weak and quiver and click and straighten and bend and kneel and and and… But it’s all to get to you. Maybe you should soothe them with silliness rather than making me do it… Read more ›
It’s true that I get a little confused sometimes. I keep going around in circles with no idea how to get myself back in line. But then we get together and everything levels out and the silliness flows. Then I… Read more ›
