YYYYW: Sans Oates Show
It’s not that I have anything against John Oates personally – I mean I have the dude’s autograph… it’s just that he didn’t fit with tonight’s show is all.
Again, nothing personal, John. Keep Rockin’.
YYYYW: Friendship Is Magic
Two Show Friday? Yeah. Two Show Friday! You’re welcome, friends.
And yes, tonight’s show probably should’ve been rolled into the ‘Friendsgiving’ show in November.
And to answer your most burning of questions: Applejack is my favorite.
YYYYW: Old Fashioned
1 teaspoon sugar, 3 dashes Angostura bitters, 1 teaspoon water, 2 ounces bourbon (or rye whiskey, if preferred), garnish: orange twist… then add about an hour of fantastic music curated by Your Host… and there ya go!
YYYYW: Broken Fall
While putting together this show, I said to myself ‘I think I’ve done this show before’.
I had. So about twenty minutes into this show I said ‘fuck it’ and I O’Rourke’d you.
You’re welcome.
YYYYW: Stairway To Covers
Happy Birthday to Sal and Brandon… and fuck Led Zeppelin while we’re at it, because Jimmy Page is a pedophile.
YYYYW: Mea Culpa
I think Mia Culpa is actually a midfielder for the US Women’s National Soccer Team.
YYYYW: Hints & Allegations
Man walks down the street, asks listeners to choose a random show title from a list he’s been curating for quite some time now… maybe it’s his first time around…
YYYYW: Workers Of The World Unite
I REALLY missed a slam-dunk joke by not saying ‘enjoy the show, ass-proles’.
Happy Labor Day!
