I promise I won't puke

I'm glad I took a Pepcid
I'm glad I wore a coat
I'm glad the snow all melted
Glad the folks aren't remote
I know I drank to excess
There was so much I ate!
But I've got tunes I'm playing
So come join me at eight.

Skate the Lake at Eight

What a lonesome time of year!
It feels like there is no one here.
All off with their mom or dad,
No broadband or install had.
But I'll be playing anyway,
We're so close to that holiday.
If I miss you before it's done,
At least stay safe, be nice, have fun.

What is it about the number eight?

All spiders love Hanukkah! Candles match our tiny feet
The shammus only left behind, held in non-existent teeth.
Wrapping tiny presents is a joy we can't deny
Come join us for a Barukh atah Adonai.

no show

I do not have a set tonight
I've donated my slot
To Mr. Maht Wuyts
Who'll be playing a lot.
The boy's running a marathon
And it's for a good cause
So come and donate monies
And support and applause.

Starting you-know-where at eight

Has it been four years already?
Not that I would take them back. ::::-)
So, tonight, movie or TV
The set will be soundtracks.

Chillin' at eight

I'm feeling nostalgic
It's been raining all day
And then, as if by magic
All my stresses melt away.

Lightning strikes at six-thirty

Friday the thirteenth
A mark of some strange belief
A superstition

Are they the same thing?
Holy water...voodoo doll
I couldn't tell you.

This might be my last 6:30 set. After this, it will be 8:30.

the ash tree has grown naked,
falling leaves now sound like rain.
daylight savings is over,
it gets dark early again.
colder weather creeps up on us,
it will soon be winter here.
you can ignore this if you're
in the southern hemisphere

We'll burn this bitch down at 6:30.

Prepare yourself for quite the fright
Finally! It's devil's night!
Add to that, demons and hell
I think tonight's set will go well.

I'll start the thing at 6:30

Genius is truly unique
It does not happen twice
A sad date comes to us next week:
The death of Vincent Price

He knew just how to use his voice
He'd project but not shout
While reading Shakespeare, Poe, or Joyce
(And plus, he creeped me out)

I'll miss his goofy, boyish grin
He's one of my top picks
There's always that memory of him
And, of course, there's Netflix

Tonight, honor one of the greats!
And I will play 'till half-past eight

It bubbles over at 6:30

Ghosts, wraiths, spirits now do swirl
Into tonight's musical brew
That tiny seed will start our pearl
With maybe the odd witch or two.

The feast starts at 6:30.

Romero was our home sim
Before we moved Downtown
A place we kept zombies in
And let them roam around
It caused quite the sensation
But it fell flat, one complains.
At least at this location
We have some surplus brains.

temporal disturbance haiku

starting at half-past
I'm swapping with Az this month
early, and yet, late!

Switch!

Tonight's set starts a tad early
Az is playing later on
It's just that she switched slots with me
So this time SHE will play till dawn.

Covers

I promise not to break your trust
I know you're music lovers.
It's not too odd, it's only just
The show's nothing but covers...

Another!

Tonight's announcement's nice and sweet
And maybe not that great.
It's short enough to be a tweet!
(The set will start at eight.)

A mysterious entry

The beasties of the wood and dale
Never have to go through hell
When they disagree with mates.
They can just blame something they ate.

Class starts at eight

With summer over, it's now time
To turn back to our desks
To perk our ears to school-bell chime
And tasks so kafkaesque

Really, just what is the point
Of those eight hours a day?
It's that time adult appoint
We get out of their way.

At eight, like clockwork.

Friday now has come once more
And here's my little rhyme
I've given you all scads before
And will again, this time.

Oops

A smile on second life is fake
any emotion we suggest here
is just a thing that's built or baked
or wrapped up into a gesture.

And because I just woke up
From unexpected nap
There are no bumps in tonight's show.

I'm baaaaaaack

July has passed, and other tasks
are now as done as one might hope
Meanwhile, such drama has transpired
as to make one wish for a hermit's life.
In one's own home, there is less chance
of sunburn...heatstroke...
and the relative stupidity of fellow man.
Wonder on this!
An online club has a roof.

It's only 30 days away. That's not long. Well...31.

It's so damn hot; it's not even July yet
Which I suppose indicates just how hot it will get
And yes, SecondLife is an inside-activity
And you'll hear not complaints on that from me
Still, I'm taking a break and will be back in August
And I adore you all and you all will be missed.
I haven't started my sabbatical yet
So come by at eight to hear the set

Bring a baked dish at eight

One thing that puts us in good moods
Is talk of sex or talk of food
We never find it it crude or base
To discuss such varied tastes
But why should characters unreal
Find in such talk such broad appeal?
So why this constant verbal feast?
Man talks of most what he has least

Is your computer digital-age ready?

The winds doth blow! So comes the change
From drought to verdant valleys lush
And television, just as strange,
Away from analog shall rush
The rains that fall here (inches thick)
Along with thunder loud and great
Is turning TVs into bricks.
The digital age starts at eight.

David Carradine is a good first line for a haiku

almost done with book
job just around the corner
life is looking good

The fish was delish and made quite the dish.

Don't expect too much from me
I've actually been busy
So songs of things under the sea
Will fill two hours (maybe three).

The usual unusual at eight

You know those little tracks I play
When I start off a set?
They're there so I can settle
Any problems I might get
It's just a way of testing things
So I can do that first
But I bet you didn't know
I have HOURS worth.

Self-depreciating humor at eight.

Relay For Life is on once again
So crowds that aren't there will be kinda thin
But if you happen to come by here
I'll give you the same that I did last year.

no show

I'm going to a party and you're not invited. ::::-p

no show

My birthday is tomorrow and I'm going out tonight. No show.

Spring will officially start....now.

I know that the first day of spring
Was at least a month ago
But it really seemed to cold
To celebrate, you know?
So we'll get to that tonight
Even if a month late
Now at least it FEELS like spring
The set will start at eight.

Singing the blues at eight...

My favorite blue pajamas
Bluebonnets in the field
After a healthy rain-storm,
The blue skies now reveled
A newborn's bright blue eyes
Your blue face when you choke
Or how I'm feeling right now
Because my microphone's still broke.

Forsooth! Yon fair notice hath arrived!

Oh such loss, that microphones have failed!
And with its death, the lost of bumps recorded
I may have others from shows now long past
(A monologue of lady-parts remembered)
And musics well shall still be played,
When dancing starts as clocks strike eight.

Blast-off at eight

We are a tiny bubble here
Six billion passengers and more
And we only hope, one day,
To shake hands with our neighbors.
So, tonight, let us repeat
That long phrase we murmured
Then set in gold and released into heaven
Hoping some future angel might read
"ad astra per aspera"

I'm almost at "Shankar" level.

Tonight we go to climates East
(Or West, if you go far enough)
Past mountains, oceans, birds and beasts
(And all that other sundry stuff)
Pull out the tablas and the curry
We'll play a round of "Sitar-Hero"
Plane leaves at eight, so please do hurry
We'd hate for you to miss the show.

Classic Lolo

Why do I bother?
Why should I care?
When I'm over here
You're over there
This stuff ain't easy
I thought you should know
So I'm playing a set
From a year ago.


You're listening to Classic Lolo on the Velvet Radio. Tonight's show was originally aired on February 22, 2008. Please, do not call.

Tonight's forecast: music at eight.

It was nice on Monday
The rest has all been rain
They say nice weather Sunday
Then it gets cold again

It's simply not good for you
To swing from hot to cold
But I love it through and through
All truths being told

There's a file in the cake at eight.

I'm going to be absent this February
So tonight I'm playing what you've sent to me
And because no one wants a five-hour set
We'll only play those tracks under five minutes
Now, I'll be back in March (or when my stuff gets done)
Just don't rent my room out while I am gone.

Martinis at eight

So! the Inauguration's done.
What a week for history!
This means so much for everyone
(at least, they said so on TV)
So seek ye not terror attacks
There's no need yet to cower and scrounge
Just have a drink, sit back, relax
We're going to listen to some lounge.

We'll be clinking cups at eight.

"Math is hard!" said Barbie once
(or was it G.I. Joe?)
I'm sure she felt the same of science
(head full of air, you know)
Biology or chemistry
And very likely physics...
Brains become a redundancy
When you can get by on tits.

Don a posh frock at eight

It's work, what I will play for you:
Rip CDs, download torrents,
Overlooked clips off YouTube,
What ever the needs warrant.
So holler on for more, than
Here at the normal time
Who cares how it all began?
Let's make the Velvet shine.
It's really not that hard, I think
But don't forget to bring a drink.

Let's do this thing

My office here is once more dark tonight
We are so few that came to work today
While sitting here, I thought that I might
Write my notice of what I'm going to play.

Every week I wrack my mind anew
Some times a haiku or some clever verse
It's my responsibility to you
But that's my little pleasure, or my curse.

So even if the announcement's not that great
At there will be some good tunes here at eight.