Some kind of wonderful at nine

A theme? What is that?
I don't have any idea
In the meantime--dance!

Many surprises at nine

I have no theme, and that's okay

After a long and tedious day

Why give that kind of hint away

For all the things I'm going to play?

Breaking news! Music at nine.

Oh internet! With each fresh scandal
You react instead of think
And light up, like a Roman candle,
And produce a horrid stink.
Maybe, you'll finally get a handle
On DC Comics and the Pink.
That stuff's such a horrid bore.
I'll play some music, then some more