take these, for these are my podcasts…
As I glance at my SWATCH I see that it’s been a minute since I did a SATURDAY NIGHT RAP BATTLE… actually it’s been like 18 months. So here it is – the THIRD in a series. Sorry for the wait, maybe we can FINALLY find Spock!
This show is probably going to be enjoyed later this evening, and in fact might be BEST enjoyed after 10:30 PM Eastern which is when I will be possibly polluting your socials with a possible Listen-A-Long. But look at me – POSTING IT EARLY!
And I don’t even like hockey that much! Too cold out there!
Our first health scare of the year and we didn’t even make it to the Super Bowl yet.
Don’t worry, it’s not kancer… or even cancer.
Yet!
Tonight we celebrate past ‘New Year’s Steves’ such as Perry and Winwood and we crown a new one… so let the black smoke rise as this Conclave has concluded.
Oh and fuck 2024, and fuck U2 as well.
I have cursed myself by continuing ‘Recursive Mixmas’, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Merry Mixmas, ya’ll.
Since tomorrow’s massive, throbbing MIXMAS EVE SHOW is geared more towards actual in-person guests we will be hosting here at The Overlook Studios at Putnam Peak AND since The MIXMAS DAY Show will remain recursively redundant… I am giving you your present now, kids.
It’s one hour of some of my favorite songs from some of my favorite artists. It’s a JGM and an EHM. You know what I am talking about.
MIXMAS WEEK CONTINUES on a somber note, unfortunately. Tonight we celebrate the life and times of Rickey Henderson.
Pick up the phone, Rickey…
It’s me…
You.
