It’s not like we’re trying to hide anything at Bubbles in the Think Tank. That’s the last thing we’re trying to do.  But somehow sometimes it still seems like our little secret. People don’t know.  They don’t understand.  Until they do.… 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 ›

It seems like we’re almost always together after dark. I may do the occasional daytime show, but by and large I wait until the sun goes down.  I like to work blue, after all. But I don’t like the bright… Read more ›

I know how to relax. Sometimes I might forget to do it, but nothing gets me more ready than a night in the rain.  A little mist through a window landing right on me, the sounds of the drops hitting.… Read more ›

It’s always a good time when you swing by the show. The way you just sashay right into the Bubbles in the Think Tank Facebook Fan Group and start chatting it up.  The way you flounce those facts about every track we… Read more ›

Do you really think I ever get enough? How many years has it been?  How many times have we been together? And somehow it never gets old.  Doing the same things, playing Bubbles in the Think Tank Favorites and Classics, reciting the… Read more ›

I love it when I turn around and you’re right there. Ready. Ready with your retort.  Ready to circulate in the throng of Bubbles in the Think Tank Facebook Fans.  Ready to swivel to whatever silliness spins from my sensorium. And… Read more ›