Well, it may be dark, but I try to lighten up everything around us. I like it darker than light.  But lighter than dark. I want to be able to see without being distracted. I want to never have to… Read more ›

It’s all part of the exposure that comes along with doing Bubbles in the Think Tank. You know how it goes…I put it all out there for you to see.  You know you probably shouldn’t stare, but you do anyway. But… Read more ›

Sometimes I fall right over. For lots of reasons.  You’ve possibly witnessed them all. But no matter why it happens, my only hope is that the right bed with the right pillows is there to tuck me into some silliness… Read more ›

I know.  It’s not the right picture. But sometimes I have to let perfect go in some places go so I can get it in others. Like nights where that rain arrives.  And it’s coming through the window onto a bed… Read more ›

I’ve taken to turning the lights down in the studio like I used to. Way way back in the moist cavernous bosom of the majestic Alms Hotel, I would even pack in my own lights so I wouldn’t have to… Read more ›

As Fred Boak, our Associate Producer and Valet (when Chandler is not using him), said, “We have to go with this title just because it’s Freddy.” And so it was.  The Harem, all together, all staring at each other for… Read more ›

I don’t remember the last time that morning didn’t show up too soon. And that’s not necessarily like me.  Morning is great.  Awake but still sleepy.  Aware but still dreamy.  And, if things are as I want, the perfect chance… Read more ›

When we’re together you can run around wearing whatever you want. But you know as well as I do that we have always maintained that you should be in the nude for maximum listening enjoyment. It makes the stick shaking… 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 ›

You couldn’t doubt that I’m satisfied, could you?  After this many years and I keep coming back…what else could I be? We all know that radio receivers convert radio waves into electricity.  But the electromagnetism generated becomes diffuse with distance.… Read more ›

When I was a kid, I was totally into putting on shows.  I never so much wanted to be in the front, I was more the impresario type. I’d convince teachers to let me put together a play.  I organized… Read more ›

Those hours we get to share are some of the best hours I have.  If they weren’t so perfect, I wouldn’t feel like there are never enough of them.  And I probably wouldn’t need to keep coming back for more… Read more ›

What’s the point of the show anyway? Why would I ever want to get together with you and not have you feel like you’re all wrapped up in the silkiness of the silliness? How could I hold on to you… Read more ›

If I can’t be where I want to be, I’m going to think about being there.  A lot. It’s what I do all week long while I’m waiting to be with you the next time.  I plan.  I scheme.  I… 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 ›

There’s no doubt about this kind of thing when it comes to me. You’ve read way too many of my ramblings over the years about me and rain and thunder and all that. Yet somehow these days I love it… Read more ›

We see each other at night so much. But we’ve never been anywhere that we can see the Milky Way together.  That’s where we ought to go next. A place so dark that no one else knows we’re there.  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 ›

I lay in the bed at night, in the dark, you’re probably sleeping peacefully, and I think. I think about how much I love to bring to you all the silliness that you seem to need every night we get… Read more ›

My bedroom walls have always been scaled…it’s merely a matter of who’s doing the scaling. Sometimes it’s me trying to get to the room I’d rather be in. Occasionally it’s someone else…probably just trying to save me the time and… Read more ›

I know I ask you to do a lot of things with me.  Actually, I don’t even ask you to do half of what I fancy you doing with me.  After all, I spend most of my time absorbed in… 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 ›

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 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 ›

It’s always like that when Belinda and January Fairy get together. We’ll spray effervescent silliness all over you.  Much like the glitter that always remains upon the JF’s departure. But fret not!  There is still one more episode with Bubbles in… Read more ›