I know what you like. And this show has all of it. So don’t hold back.  Listen to it all and twice.   Playlist http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/east/2015/09132015.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

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 ›

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’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 ›

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 ›

I try to make you shake your stick every week. I know I do in my own way whenever we get together. That is just one of the millions of reasons I dig being with you. Hopefully this archive will… Read more ›

Who’s making who the fool? I love the nighttime.  I want to be awake for more of it.  Or at least aware of the best parts of it. Things get quieter.  The dark feels cozy.  I’m more attentive.  At least… Read more ›

Bubbles in the Think Tank Records is pleased to announce that we’re making another record about records for Record Store Say 2014. Scheduled for release on Record Store Day 2014 (Saturday April 19) 7 Inches & Other Delights will be the followup… Read more ›

During our time together, I don’t like for it to be too bright.  I don’t want it to be totally dark though.  I mean, after all, I need to see what I’m doing. How else am I going to hit… Read more ›

Everything that comes to my head to say for this post seems like too much, and you know that’s saying something. But in the spirit of my transparency of process, I will share with you, the listener, although not in my… Read more ›

When I walk out of the studio every week, I look. Can I see any stars, even in the city?  Is it a full moon?  How fast are the clouds moving?  Could that be…? I used to drive to the… 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 ›

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 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 ›

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 ›

Remarkably it works every time. The show starts and within seconds we’ve made the connection and somehow manage to maintain contact no matter how long we go. Each flick of a switch seems sets you aflame, every nudge brings you… Read more ›

I dream a lot. Sometimes it’s a simple dream.  A bubble above my head, a preoccupation with what we do together. Other times, it’s an all out fantasy of everything sensational and silly, a trance that transports me and seems… Read more ›

Some people think this radio show is nothing more than seconds to shilly-shally.  You and I know they’re wrong. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t see it as my weekly opportunity to lounge about audibly…lingering on every sound…lollygagging as… Read more ›

Yeah…there are a few things that make me explode.  You’ve seen it happen any number of times. A good tune can touch off my tempest like you’ve never seen. A caress of comedy and I simply come apart in convulsions.… Read more ›

I don’t even know how we got here. But I am oh so happy we did. No matter what uncomfortable spot we find ourselves in, somehow we manage to find a way to be more comfortable than we’ve ever been… Read more ›

I’ve been described a lot of ways in my time on the air. Sweet.   Temptress.  A fucking scholar.  Pornographer. That list could actually go on and on. Instead I think you should listen to last night’s show and come to… Read more ›

I get really really hungry sometimes. And, when I do, I get a little crazy.  All I can think about is devouring what isn’t in front of me.  I try to figure out how to get it and get it… Read more ›

My fingers stay so busy during the show. I type.  I poke.  I make air quotes. I prod.  I point.  I let my fingers do the walking. I count.  I cross.  I burn my fingers. But what’s my favorite thing… Read more ›

Last night was one of those nights. One of those nights where there was just no way I was ever going to get enough of you. One of those nights where you kept begging me for more.  And I wanted… Read more ›

Just how many times can I reference “You, the listener” anyway? You know I like to invoke you whenever I can. To utter your “name” arouses me to the fact you’re really there with me. To vocalize your presence reminds… Read more ›