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 ›

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 ›

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 ›

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 ›

You know how much I travel for work.  But the whole time I’m gone, I’m just thinking about what I’m going to say to you next. I say things to you in so many different ways.  Sometimes I speak directly… Read more ›

When I like somebody, one of my first inclinations is to offer to cook for them. On those rare occasions when my offer is accepted, without even thinking about it, I tend to make some dough. Pizza crusts, calzones, empanadas. … Read more ›

I’m spinning right now.  And I like it. And when I get to spinning, I reach out for you to steady me. Or is it to spin me faster? I always was one for a turntable that played 78s. http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/2010/08072010.mp3Podcast:… Read more ›

Doing the show is sometimes a lot like walking through a dream.  There’s a concurrent feeling of being totally out of control and a sense of great power.  I don’t know what’s going to pop up next, but I’m sure… Read more ›

Everything always goes back to Not Todd. The title of the post is from the lyric of a tune played during last night’s Bubbles in the Think Tank EAST (obviously now available for your listening enjoyment below). That song was… Read more ›

I’ve been holding on to this image for over 20 year years, just waiting for the right time to put the little clipping into some photocopied flyer that I might eventually staplegun around a neighborhood.  Given the less than likely… Read more ›