Ask you for love and you give me an hour

Every show I ask you for love.  And you’re always right there to give it to me. I know you always want to stay for the full two or more hours and you would if you could.  I will always Read more ›

Now I’m gonna draw some lines between the things that I love and hate: Top Releases of 2010

Last year was the first time that Bubbles in the Think Tank EITHER pulled together a Top 10 releases list for the show.  It just seemed like the thing to do, so we did. Beloved by many, reviled by a Read more ›

There’s a man inside you with his fingers at the wheel

Sometimes it feels like someone else is in control of the show. That’s odd since I feel like I have more control over Bubbles in the Think Tank than over any other part of my life.  I take pieces of Read more ›

When stockings have been filled it keeps the ladies thrilled

Do you ever feel like you’ve filled up on the silliness at Bubbles in the Think Tank? Do you ever think you should call or email or go to our Facebook Fan Page and tell us to let off a Read more ›

It’s my party and I’ll do what ever I want

English Muffin loves a good party. Captn Wednesday may have been pushing the buttons but Sunday cum Monday was all about Muffin’s b-day. She played her favourite songs. She used her favourite madlib music. She heard from all her favourite Read more ›

Here within your reach, if you’re big enough to take it

Many weeks, I feel like I have to really reach for the show.  Other weeks, the show reaches right out and grabs me. Sometimes it just takes me by the hand and guides me where I need to go, but Read more ›

She’s walking ’round wearing all of my clothes

When I play the silliness that I know you’re gonna like, I feel like I’m putting it out there for you so you’ll think about it all week even when you’re not listening to me. I want to get in Read more ›

So why not treasure your highest pleasure

I treasure every minute of Bubbles in the Think Tank.  Oh, there may have been some moments over these 25 years I’d like to forget, but not forgetting them is half the fun. Before every show starts, it’s like it’s Read more ›

Sometimes you just gotta do it yourself.

The lyrics say it best in this case. Firing the Surgeon General by The Foremen You can’t come in I hear you knockin’ but you can’t come in I hear you knockin’ but you can’t come in ‘Cause I’m firing Read more ›

Every night I like the way you beg for more

Even after 4 whole hours of radio, you still want me. The time swooshes by like hours are mere minutes even though we somehow manage to do things we’ve never done before. I can’t say no when I’m asked to Read more ›

Kissing catastrophe

The all important K sound gets us every time. It’s the cataclysm of the caress. The coda of the cuddle. A consummation of the copulation. Maybe even the culmination of the coition. Anything to prevent the swan song of the Read more ›

I took a little drink and I’m feelin’ right

Sometimes you just know when it’s right. Even when you think it should be all wrong. Nothing about the ingredients seem on the surface to be the correct choice.  Or a good match.  Or a sensible selection. Yet, somehow, the Read more ›

Lovely plumage!

So many ways to go to one’s reward… Or be put out of one’s misery… To push up daisies… Buy the farm… Swim with the fishes… Kick the bucket… Sin in St. Peters choir… Shuffle the mortal coil… http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/nati/2010/Cincy-10252010.mp3Podcast: Play Read more ›

Drop pants, not bombs.

This is where it might get confusing. There was a gun show. There was a knife show. There was cable and software failure. And so both shows are sadly non-archive-able. So we will mosey straight to the heavy artillery, the Read more ›