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 ›

You were wishing for what was on your mind. I was dreaming about what was on mine. So much happened to choose from.  I don’t see any way that we couldn’t have connected somehow. Could it have been Fred our… Read more ›

When you see me at the stereo, you know I’m likely there thinking about you. That’s when I’m thinking through the show, searching for the perfect piece that you just have to hear. The piece that will tell you everything… 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 ›

They really do go together, don’t they? This was what I like to call a show. Not every show is a show, but this, indeed, was. It was inspired.  It took teamwork.  It was referential. Birthdays were celebrated.  Shout outs… Read more ›

Gosh, it’s hard picking post titles.  This week’s were so good, I have to even tell you what else was in the running: – And looking very relaxed – When it gets close to three you’ll want to take her… Read more ›

Where would Bubbles in the Think Tank be without independent record stores? I think back to my earliest purchases and how they set me up for where I’ve ended up.  The second album I ever bought was Lenny & Squiggy… Read more ›

The rest of the week, I’m quiet. Oh sure, I talk a lot at work.  That’s most of what I do some days. But get me to the show and my real voice opens right up. Not that it means… 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 ›

Things sure have changed over the years at Bubbles in the Think Tank.  Just think, not only were we 25 years younger when we started hanging around with this lot, but we had no idea about email and the internet. … Read more ›

I’m still recovering from last night’s 4 hour radio extravaganza.  We started things off with the Not-So-Classic Rock Mine sitting in for Mike and Lyle, then moved right on into the eye of the silliness with Bubbles in the Think… Read more ›

Last night took us down one of our favorite paths at Bubbles in the Think Tank East.  The one that examines the love/hate relationship we have with media and its regulation. We love it when it keeps us connected, lets… Read more ›

You know llamas are right up there with the monkeys and the chickens in the Bubbles in the Think Tank oeuvre.  Heck, you should have seen me this week fighting back the laughing tears at the new statement of anger: … Read more ›

January Fairy celebrated her 10th anniversary at Bubbles in the Think Tank last night.  I’ve just passed 25 years in radio in some form or another with the 20th anniversary of Bubbles right around the corner. Why do it?  Why… Read more ›

We’ve met here before and we’ll meet here again.  At least that’s what I always tell myself. I show up at the appointed place and time.  I check the time.  I straighten up.  I look both ways.  I exercise my… Read more ›

Wait…who’s she talking about?  When’s she talking about? Thanks to all for the good times in the Beatle Detritus show.  Not only can you listen to the archive of the show below, but you can also catch the archive of… Read more ›

Ok, maybe a few more things than one… How Arrested Development was ever cancelled. Why Jodie Foster makes such dark movies. Where’s my jetpack? Spontaneous Human Combustion. How I ever got so lucky as to have Bubbles in the Think… Read more ›

I’ve been thinking a lot about process lately.  Those who know me know that I frequently do, but that’s usually more about organizational process at work.  These days, it’s all about mine. Stunned to think that Belinda is thinking only… Read more ›

Some nights you gotta quit while you’re ahead. I could have gone on, but chose instead to pack it up and go home a mere 20 minutes or so past our scheduled end time.  Oh, there was momentum that I… Read more ›

Another week, another show.  At least that’s what one might expect I feel. I spent eight hours on a train today on the way to DC.  I came prepared with my laptop, a  magazine and snacks.  Thank goodness. Not only… Read more ›

Still feeling a bit fussy following this week’s show, so I won’t blather on. What happened, you ask?  The show was perfectly lovely, but events outside that perfectly manicured bubble were incongruous to the love shared within. I shall merely… Read more ›

It doesn’t matter what is happening.  This is what is happening.  Nothing else happens that doesn’t affect it.  Its effect on all that I do is manifest at all moments.  I experience nothing in which it is not. It was… Read more ›

What?  You think a blog headline like that is irrelevant to a Bubbles in the Think Tank post?  Ok…so I’ve been watching the dog shows again, and I don’t believe that you can’t dispute the accidental precision of the random… Read more ›

Was it the fireworks, the sight of the moon for the first time in weeks, or just the delirium of a four hour show?  Whatever it was, I’ll take a bucket of love like this anytime… it was olympian silliness… Read more ›

Now that’s an intimate question. Or is it just another insider style question asked by the self-styled leader of the original Think Tank Posse that merely references the title of a song about a radio show host?  How referential do… Read more ›

Gosh, I didn’t even think to play “Eric the Half a Bee.” Whenever I do a theme, a tribute set, or, these days, a RadiObituary, I spend the next weeks thinking of what I coulda/woulda/shoulda played.  It’s a great way… Read more ›

1.  Catching yourself humming “Florida” on the train loud enough that other passengers notice. 2.  Ending the answers to all questions with “Sir!” 3.  Sending Scopitone clips to your parents. 4.  Suggesting to Chandler Travis that he may be in… Read more ›

Continuing on the path to proving my own dorkiness to myself, I submit the most excited moment of radio I’ve had in some time.  Yes, you’ll wait until the very end of the program for it, but I hope I… Read more ›