take these, for these are my podcasts…
I am sure my intro doesn’t accurately portray just how pissed off I am today. I am not sure if the song selection accurately portrays it either because I have forgotten what songs I had selected and sequenced already.
Fuck off.
Happy Birthday to Sal and Brandon… and fuck Led Zeppelin while we’re at it, because Jimmy Page is a pedophile.
The Friday Night HOUR OF POWER returns… NOW WITH TEETH!
(By the waaaaaaay, I found out AFTER i put this show together that Yves Montand was Italian by birth! Fun!)
If you’re asking yourself ‘which Duane specifically?’, please NOTE THE SPELLING! Come up with your best uneducated guess and then email that guess to yell@yourhost.me
Winners receive nothing. And you really didn’t think I’d use dick for the episode artwork, did you?
An apology and a gift, brought to you by the Society of Unpleasant Gifts. Enjoy, friends & neighbors!
BREAKING NEWS: Shortly after the recording of tonight’s at-the-time untitled second episode of the day, the Mercury Radio Theatre Accent Area was hit with a 4.0 aftershock… thus the title of tonight’s episode.
The original title for this episode was ‘Jesus, Mike, Shut Up’.
BTW, listeners and/or readers: does it bother you that I use the term ‘show’ and ‘episode’ interchangeably? YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH WOOO! is the ‘show’, ‘AFTERSHOCK’ is tonight’s ‘episode’. Tonight, in the above paragraph, I followed the correct naming convention. Sometimes I don’t, so accept my apologies for all the times I’ve fucked it up, and for all the times I will fuck it up in the future.
Jesus, Mike, shut up.
