The day after my 34th birthday, I was stricken with what I can only describe as the worst sickness I’ve endured since I sprouted hair on my peaches. Being little-kid sick as a grown man is a trip, and the horrors I endured bear repeating as both a cautionary tale […]
I apologize for the two week absence. As the world slowly descends into a new ice age, the radio station I record at was closed repeatedly due to inclement weather, and I myself was busy stockpiling guns, sled dogs and sweet, calorically-dense seal blubber for the looming frigid apocalypse. Now […]
I watched the first Hot Tub Time Machine in a theaters, and I’m not embarrassed to admit that (though I probably should be). As I recall, I was hanging out with a friend of mine and I randomly had one of those existential moments where the meaningless of existence is […]
It’s a packed show. Marathon man co-host Othello and I bang out a two-hour meditation on why people feel the need to live Tweet the Grammys or any other award show, how a woman’s rules of boob discretion change forever once they’ve given birth, why Mad Men and Breaking Bad […]
I don’t typically directly link to Papa’s Football Podcast on the main Papa’s Basement Show page. The whole point of making a separate show was to keep the football talk off of my regular podcast. (Whittling the already-paltry numbers of my listenership down even further was simply a lovely side-effect.) […]
I love Seinfeld. That goes without saying. But it altered television in a way that television since (especially network comedy) hasn’t been able to recover from. Co-host Howard and I discuss what exactly I mean by that, why Roseanne was the last great American family sitcom and why it’s so, […]
I’m not sure if it made for good radio, but when co-host Othello (follow him, for God’s sake) brought up Howard Stern right before the show, dammit, we had to talk about him. Anyone who spent the mid-90s through the mid-2000s with the King Of All Media will enjoy this […]
My friend and former co-worker Othello reminisce about our days working at WJFK (now 106.7 The Fan thanks to Nipplegate). Seeing as we were both peons for the majority of our time at the station, there are no great tales about chicks rimming us for concert tickets or anything fun […]
First of all, kudos to me on keeping the material on this site timely: Dissecting a soft-rock hit from 1982 is something the Tinder generation is going to eat up with a spoon. I listen to a weird swath of music. That wasn’t said in a hipster, “they’re bands you […]