Radio Show Number 9! New years Eve Mix.

 Happy New Year folks....here we have 18 tunes for your entertainment on this night of getting down. This show is jammed packed with upbeat boogie music that is sure to get you on your feet.  So gulp your wine and drain your bottle and enjoy these tracks. Once again, Happy New Year and thanks for coming to my blog here...it pleases me to know you guys are listening in and reading my stuff. 2011 will be a good one...I have a hunch good things will go down. Anyway, here is the song list...

party weekend - joe "king" Carraso
the marsist - - frank black
it's kickin' in - they might be giants
put the coke on my dick - ween
this is pop? - xtc
five guys named Moe - joe jackson
mucha muchacha - esquivel!
queen of hearts - juice newton
polka's on 45 - weird al yankovich
titties and beer - frank zappa
the holiday song - pixies
birthday - the beatles
friends - ween
yeah yeah - they might be giants
love shack - b52's
country feelin's - brian wilson
rock you up - the romantics
the planet of my dreams - frank zappa

Pork Roll, Egg and Cheese....a Ween cover

   This is one horrific cover of the beautiful Ween tune Pork Roll, Egg and Cheese which is originally off their album entitled The Pod which I am excited to report I will be receiving in the mail very soon on vinyl. Ween records on wax...there really isn’t many things better than that…but anyway…here we have yours truly singing and performing the song into my rather cheap but reliable Tascam Recorder.  Before you click and tune in you should know a few things…one…I can’t sing…two...I can’t play guitar and three… I have no idea what I am doing. With that in mind have a listen won’t you?    

Babe Of The Day

Kay Francis.

Second Best

she taught
me to
never
settle
for second
best

to hang in
there until
perfection
 (in my
eyes)
comes along

little did she
know that
she was the one
I wanted

and like
a
fool
I want
her
to settle
for me

Babe Of The Day

Bette Davis...again

This Opera Of Ours

this metal opera

of ours

shivers

like a good taste

on my face

and

screams in my

ears

(which happen to be

my all time

favorite

body part)

and so

as you remove your

blouse

and my birthday

has arrived

I take you in

like the music of

a thousand planets

singing simply

for me

and you

with your horned helmet

and robotic brassiere

does something

smooth to me

and I can sing your praises

all fucking night

and now

with glasses

the color of winter flowers

sitting on top of my forehead

I squint insanely

at your nude figure

in the blue walls

of our lovemaking sessions

and flip it over once

to the other side

and sing for me

a new song

and you

captivated by my

mellifluous croaking

(a honey frog)

you call me the style of the year…

you whisper my

hidden nickname

as I penetrate the

walls of your tender mouth

with my crazy soft tongue

singing

as always

singing

to you

to me

to us

and the night

is young

and the fat lady

she ain’t showing up

(my ears

wouldn’t pay her any mind anyhow

that’s why I love them to pieces)

so dear heart

flip it over twice

and we’ll have another run

into the wild flesh

that burns hot

with scented lust

as the tea seeps

inside of mugs

underneath

the New York moonlight

that pours into our song

that only the two of us

know the lyrics to

so one more

amazon kiss…

a bravo jungle with flowers

hitting the ceiling fans

before showering us

with sliced pedals

and laughing

we continue on

and on

like a needle stuck so sweetly

into the groove

of the perfect record

which plays at every speed

with grace and gusto

so say a prayer for that wax

in our collective souls

and don’t let the tune

fade out

to crisp December air

keep it warm

keep it hot

keep it alive

and most of all

keep it

coming

dear,

keep it coming

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Snow, Smokes and Ale

walking in the snowstorm

3A.M.

on my way to the

local convenience store

for a secret

pack of Camels

and a 18 ounce can of

Blue Ribbon

got the Walkman playing some

tasty tunes

and

it is set to

loud

…very loud…

and

perhaps I am going deaf

at 41

but

I like it

jammed all the way up

shielding me from the

noise from the

snow plows

and

the beating of my

tar infested heart

which is on its way

to giving out

as I take my tender steps

in the 4 inches of

the frosted white stuff

but I make it to the shop

and I blow my fat nose

in the handkerchief

that I brought along with me

at the last second

and I am glad

that I did

as my nose can only

hold so much December snot

in front of the cooler

I pull the Pabst out

and smiling I make my way to the

gentleman behind the register

and he knows me by name now

and asks me

why I am out so late

once again

“It’s a secret...this smoking and drinking”

he nods his head

and charges me a whopping

12 bucks with change

I slide a twenty from my

tin cigarette holder

and hand it to him

he holds it up to the neon light above

making sure it

is not

one of those

counterfeit

Grants

that have been circulating lately

here in my hometown

in upstate NY

and placing it into the drawer

he pulls out my change and wishes me

a nice evening

and so

I hit the snow again

and turning the volume

back up

I make my way up

Vestal Avenue

to my home

where a family of three

(not counting 4 cats)

will hopefully still be sleeping

so I can get nice and toasty in front of the fire

with my music playing softly

as I take mighty pulls from my can of ale

as the clock marches along

it’s a good life,

times like this you know

and pulling my socks off

I hold my feet up

in front of the flames

and I become

warm all over

and the beer hits the spot

right on

as The Beatles album

Rubber Soul

plays on

I feel good and alive

and tomorrow night

will be no different

and the man at the register

will ask me

again

why so late

and I’ll just smile

and give him

my same old line

and

beer and smokes

are really a good thing

to leave the house for

anytime of the day

or night

and the needle

will unleash itself from the groove

on the vinyl

running  into the label

and I’ll have to rise and

flip the record over

and I will do so

with a grin on my face

and beer on my breath

as I fish for the matches to

light a smoke up

out on the back porch

where the moon will find me

alone

and buzzed slightly

where the flame will find the butt

and all will be right with the world

with the clock striking four A.M.

and my now slippered feet

will slowly become cool again

as the snow falls

softly and the glow from the Camel

will keep me company

until I flick it

out

to the hills of snow

and head on inside

to my waiting can of ale

and a fire

I lit for myself

a man needs to pamper himself sometimes

and it can be quite addictive

as this is my third night in a row

and tomorrow will come fast

I’ll be ready for it

with money in my pocket

and a thirst in my heart

for things I am not

allowed to do

but

I do

anyway

Babe Of The Day

Maria Montez.

Back

ah,

to be here again

with the music humming along

at mach five

and the keyboard

lit up

like a Christmas tree

I find myself

smiling and

working along

at a quick pace

faster than I thought

I’d be capable of

see here now…

I took a few months off

from working the English alphabet,

molding it into something

readable

and pure

fun and somewhat chunky

I confess

this ain’t the best

but damn it all

I’m trying and

more importantly

I

am

having

a ball

so while the singer sings her tune

I am busy doing my thing

as the spinning winter snow

falls outside

and

the family

tucked away

in warm beds

I can be found

with toes tapping

and the

tip! top! tap!

of the keys

echoing off the midnight walls

is music to my ears

so,

I filled up five pages of this stuff

and I am just getting warmed up now

I expect things to

improve mightily

as I go on down this little

poetic road

tonight

each word looks better than the previous

and

when 3 A.M. rolls around

I’ll be golden man…

simply golden

just you wait

just

you wait

and see