It’s t-minus seven hours until I watch the new Star Trek, and I have to confess, I’m pretty pumped. Is it cause I’m going to see it on a man-date with my friend Tony DeSisto and he typically treats, which makes me feel like the beautiful, pert-bosomed belle I was […]
Let’s cut to the shit: the best song ever, without debate, is Keri Hilson’s “Knock You Down.” If you want an idea of my taste in music, the best song of all time before this was Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” and, before that, Mozart’s “Requiem” (what can I say, 2009 […]
Though the obviously vast amounts of effort and money put into this page would make it appear that I make my fortune as a successful radio entertainer, witty blogger and elite cocksman, there is a less glamorous job at which I also toil in order to make ends meet: locksmith. […]
After shaking off a general malaise, here are the shows for the year thus far. If you hear the “warp whistle” sound, it means the CD player at WEBR crapped out and we lost a minute of show (except for the 2/28, where the first ten minutes is gone). I […]
The first show of the new year features a caller who is 1. insightful 2. listens semi-regularly and 3. isn’t related to me. I’ll be damned. Papa’s Basement 1-3-09 ft. Shane
The last show of the year, spent in the warm embrace of Mr. Shane. Papa’s Basement 12-20-08 ft. Shane
Now it’s John’s turn to rant! A discussion of House, MD veers into self-loathing land and ends in a three car pile-up of “I’m a fatass,” “I’ll never achieve anything” and “my life will never improve.” Shane’s silence bespeaks his agreement. Papa’s Basement 12-13-08 ft. Shane
Shane vents his inner demons (hint: a woman’s involved!) and John shakes off a hangover and mild delirium tremens to bring you this gem. Papa’s Basement 11-29-08 ft. Shane
In the great tradition of drunk shows, I get my friends together and get mashed in the studio and record the whole affair. Papa’s Basement 11-28-08 ft. Adam, Carmen, Gerry, Howard