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 ›
I didn’t know what to call it until this post title was chosen. I can’t hear myself no matter how hard I try to listen. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m making any sound, I’m just so wrapped up in… Read more ›
And what moon wouldn’t be a horny drunkard by the end of an episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank? We give you a bawdy brand of silliness. You imbibe your beverage of choice, be it a Befrenda, any of an… Read more ›
You don’t have to point it out to me. I know that I tell you how much I love being with you ad infinitum here at the Bubbles in the Think Tank archive. But you know I wouldn’t tell you so often… Read more ›
As though you could get me to stop repeating…. Someone asked me a few days ago how I could be on the radio and sound so in command when I’m such an introvert. (We can debate any part of that… Read more ›
I’ve never been to Hawaii, but I would go with you. Not much in this world sounds better than lounging about with you on some silly sands next to some wacky waters under a screwy sky. We could partake the… Read more ›
Why do I keep coming back? Is it the wattage you continually put in my cottage? The potency of your pizzazz? It must be the collective charisma that draws me back each and every week so I can experience the… Read more ›
I like to soak you in silliness whenever I get the chance. But it’s not just you. I find myself awash with the witticisms that I find for you. I’m immersed in it all, drenched by the overflow of what… Read more ›
I know what that means, and I love it. You get up and close the blinds and that’s when I know you’ve got no higher priority than paying attention to me. No one else needs to see you behind the… Read more ›
I can barely talk when it’s happening sometimes. I might manage to get a little squeak out but ,if I somehow manage more, there’s no guarantee I’ll get out what I want to say, the way I want to say… Read more ›
You’ve heard about my beginning of the show ritual. More accurately, you’ve probably just heard it. The show opens and I take to the mic to introduce the night’s program. By rote, I say the same things to start every… Read more ›
I see you looking. And I love it when you do. I don’t always feel like there’s a lot to see here, but then when I catch you peeking I know I’m wrong. One little glimpse from you makes me… Read more ›
I want in there so bad. I’ll buzz about looking for that deep spot, the core of our silliness. I know that’s where you’ll be. So be ready when I swarm our secret space, so secluded that only we know… Read more ›
I have to keep my knees in shape to support all of the love I have for the music we play at Bubbles in the Think Tank. I don’t fall in love easy, but, when I do, it’s in a… Read more ›
I can’t even imagine an expiration to these times. Sure, sometimes it’s curtains for us but only so no one can see. When I talk about my last breath, it’s usually about catching it after a particularly fine romp through… Read more ›
My fingers are always crossed right up until I’m on the air with you. The happy chance that it works for us every time can only be a run of luck. The flukiness of it all plunges my mind. But… Read more ›
The second we get together, I want to sproing right at you. I take the time to make sure that we’ve got the perfect beginning, just the way you like it, every single time. But it can’t stop there. It’s… Read more ›
I almost got so lost in my dream that this post was near blank. No lyrics for a title. No turns of phrase. No thinking hard about what goes here. No, just the pure goodness of Belinda and the January… Read more ›
It’s always like that when Belinda and January Fairy get together. We’ll spray effervescent silliness all over you. Much like the glitter that always remains upon the JF’s departure. But fret not! There is still one more episode with Bubbles in… Read more ›
It’s no wonder I keep coming back for more. And so begins the season of too much radio. Already way behind and wanting to catch up with you, I’ll do all I can to get as much as I can… Read more ›
I hope you’re comfy enough when I take you for a ride each week. I like how you get all settled in after those first few moments of excitement…you can barely get into the show before you’re all worked up.… Read more ›
Sure, it might be cold out now, but I still remember when it was hot. And yet, I still find myself in need of a cooldown on a few occasions even in this season. Not that it matters too much…I… Read more ›
I like huggin’. Nothing beats getting all bundled up in the battiness every week with you. There will be some cuddling just we can have the all important “kuh” sound, but we’ll also have some frottage in our cottage. I’ll… Read more ›
To this day, I still get scolded quite regularly. I guess that’s because I can’t help but be naughty. At every turn, I’m lectured for my nastiness, castigated for my wickedness and even chastised for my scandalous ways. Are my… Read more ›
I know how to relax. Sometimes I might forget to do it, but nothing gets me more ready than a night in the rain. A little mist through a window landing right on me, the sounds of the drops hitting.… Read more ›
It’s always a good time when you swing by the show. The way you just sashay right into the Bubbles in the Think Tank Facebook Fan Group and start chatting it up. The way you flounce those facts about every track we… Read more ›
Who among us doesn’t appreciate a good snuggie? In this case, we’ll take the sonic snuggle of a guest appearance by Chandler Travis and Fred Boak, our Associate Producer and Valet (when Chandler’s not using him). In studio, I felt… Read more ›
Even at my worst, I know that shine is there in me somewhere. You see it when I start to beam at you at the beginning of each episode. But with blazing speed, we’re so deep in that the dazzle… Read more ›
I like it when you chase me. Why do you think I always let you catch me? You’ll do double-time to make it to me, so please take precautions. You scamper right up to me and together we take the… Read more ›
