Finally!  The B’s Knees of 2014 are ready to share with the world! Whet your appetite with the archive and then go buy as much of this fine music as you can.  And, as always, tell them Bubbles in the Think Tank sent… 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 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 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 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 ›
Sure, it might be cold out now, but I still remember when it was hot. Â 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 ›
We’ve talked about my touchy-feely ways here before. But just because I know I do it doesn’t mean I’m going to stop. And you never ask me to. I keep on reaching over and you never seem to swat me… Read more ›
Now is the time in our radio hostess – listener relationship when it seems like nothing could ever be better than it is right now. When I play music that puts you in a groove, it’s as though we’ve found… Read more ›
It was a dark stormy night. Just the way I like them. The rain on the windows, the thunder in the distance, and you right there with me. I really don’t know what could make it any better. Oh yeah…more… Read more ›
We’ve had our fair share of cheese at Bubbles in the Think Tank over these many years. But that doesn’t mean we haven’t enjoyed every bit of it. Some times we’re a little salty like a feta, yet we crumble… Read more ›
