That's not what it means at nine

It's now post-Christmas. What did you get?
A nice warm sweater? A pair of socks?
Now we all face six months of debt,
But for tonight, we praise THE BOX!

Pick-up!

Played a little set for Paradox at Soundproof. I do love these pick-ups.

Stay warm at nine

Had quite the event today
Got a new water heater
And I think I've got to say
My life could not be neater
'Cause this device, it has no tank
It just makes the flow hotter
And I've lovely plumbers to thank
For endless, steamy water.

It happens at nine

The music plays across the land
And though we gripe about it
Its meaning is not unclear
A time for gifts is soon at hand
Scowl as we may, we must admit
It really *is* that time of year.

A pick-up

After Maht finished the marathon at 8, Yo-yo played a couple hours for the "Aftermaht" party. We got talking about Raymond Scott, so I played a little after that.

A restorative at nine

So now it is December. I feel less than enthused
No one is a winner: not the weather nor the news
The nights are long; the days are cold...
There's still bad stories to be told...
Is it just me? Do you feel old?
Hell, let's bring out the booze.

Yeah, rez-day at nine

I can't believe it's been NINE YEARS
Of virtual reality
Tonight, come down and feed your ears
With favorite tracks, all picked by me.

Pick-up

A pick-up set on Thanksgiving night.

Pick-up

After Gypsy, on Saturday night.

A lower register at nine

Last week we heard from women
But the real truth all depends
On hearing things from both sides
So, tonight we get the mens.

Hittin' the high notes at nine

Tonight is female vocalists
And if that's not your thing
Well, that's just too goddamn bad.
Listen to that girl sing!

Pick-up

Played a pick-up after convincing Gypsy to play an extra hour. Hello, Kiwis!

Getting under the covers at nine

Now, my vacation nears its end
I've had some time to clear my head
Yet, when Monday comes, I won't pretend
You know I'll try to stay in bed.

Tip the club at nine!

Halloween is finally here!
My absolute favorite time of the year
With all sorts of things to see and do--
Oh crap. Tomorrow the rent is due.

Pick-up

Did a little pick-up set after Gypsy played after Kavisha played. So here's some Japanese punk girls.

A fine man at nine

He was tall, he was thin, he was dark
His voice was incomparably smooth
He'd completely inhabit the part
How he talked, how he laughed, how he moved

When he was the villain, you cheered
You could tell that he always had fun
When he laughed or he smiled, you feared
All the terrible things he had done

And yet--or to spite it--he was awful nice
There's a hole in our hearts and it's named Vincent Price

Musical monsters at nine

When it comes to silver, I like forks and spoons
I like a nice fireplace, with a rug once a bear
I like running water, and still enjoy moons
Yes, I will drink wine. I like my steaks rare

There's so many things that a monster must fear
We certainly won't have those sorts of things here.

A horrific quandary at nine

Could a ghost and a zombie
Be from the same person?
How many undead can you get
And what version?
(It can't get much better
But no way it could worsen.)

Show starts at nine

When you watch a movie
There's so many sights and sounds
But sometimes, it's just too much
The scene only confounds
The audience from knowing
What story is given
The only thing I ask tonight
Is just to sit and listen.

We're leaving at nine

Something's slightly out of place;
It all just feels uncanny.
Maybe songs about outer space
Will help restore my sanity.

Cover the earth at nine.

I don't think it's democracy
But music that's our great export.
Tonight we'll see if we agree
With how it fared in the world court.

I quit smoking last year, actually

Smoke 'em if you got 'em
That motto sounds just fine
And if you're not too tired then
We'll dance again at nine.

Count with me at nine.

Now that we're looking at the last of the heat
I'm wondering how well you kids know your beat.

The last days of summer at nine

Oh, but how I miss being twenty
Gasoline less than a dollar
Job galore, yes, jobs a plenty
Even if I lived in squalor

But there were easy remedies
And little that was not allowed
And there were so few enemies
And things were not as they are now

But come on down, I'll tell the truth
More songs from my misspent youth

Carry on at nine

There's only one week left in August
There's only one week left to go
But you knew all along that all of those songs
Were going to be played, don't you know.

The playlist is almost finished
To leave any off would be wrong
It's odd, yes I know, to continue the show
But for now, I'll just ask, play along.

We're fine at nine

I hope you have good luck, eight-eight!
The tune tonight that I curate
Are from a rather special date
Back when we were defending Kuwait
And a low unemployment rate
Which we would like to recreate
But can't! And that infuriates
Those forced to leave their grand estates
And not like problems will abate
But instead they just lay in wait
But that's a story I'll relate
A little later.

Flashback at nine

I was on vacation
I hung out with old friends
I tidied up the house a bit
And tied up some loose ends
I got some projects finished
As one is wont to do
And now, tonight, I'm going to play
Some 90s tunes for you.

Pick-up

I enjoy the late, Saturday night sets. I get to go more experimental.

Take off your stockings at nine

The world is going insane
There's so much pain and fear
But I'm going to start a campaign
To spread a little cheer

The temperatures are soaring
But we are going to try
Before it gets too boring
To have Christmas in July

Everybody relax at nine

We're going to try to forget all this week
And listen to ladies sing jazz at its peak.

A surprisingly awesome set

I just thought I'd just play some Orb, but it became something more. 

Keep cool at nine

Now, outside, it's getting hot
The temperature's nasty
But don't give that a second thought
We'll avoid those degrees
We've got ourselves a nice cool spot
And plenty of A/C.

Another pickup

These can be fun on a Saturday night. 

Independence at eight

Tonight, I am starting a little early
Because I have someone playing after me
And to do what I want, I knew I'd need three.

Show June the door at nine

What a month this one has been!
Changes in family and a cats...
So come on down; we'll make a scene
And celebrate that it's a wrap.

We equinox at nine

Once again, the earth will turn
It does so without second thought
And once again, I'm going to burn
And once again, it's too damn hot.

Pick-up!

A pick-up set, after YoYo finished his gig.

A Lucky Moon! (when we start)

I suppose you all are used to the month of June
No that it's too hot! Not about to swoon.
But we got a Friday, and we got a full moon
And in honor of that, I will play a few tunes.

Pick-up

A pick-up set where I try an experiment. 

The mods! At eight!

Look at the past with eyes well teared
Across the bloodied, mangled bods
And see what's left, once dust has cleared
Between the rockers and the mods

A pick-up

A pick-up set. 

An edict from your queen

For my prom set, the songs we could
Have played, and one we did.
Or, maybe I misunderstood
The rules, god forbid.

Call me at nine, OK?

My little phone isn't the state of the art.
It can't download any apps.
The poor piddly thing just isn't that smart
For any of that kind of crap.

But the reason I keep it, why it's best of all:
No matter where, I can still make a call.

A hill to climb at nine

I know I should have worked on the set more. See,
I got distracted by turning forty.

A little more time at nine

Oh, but what a busy week!
It really was a bore.
There was so much I had to do
(So many little chores....)
But that's all done, and now some tunes
Are what I have in store.

Eggs and unleven bread at nine

If the last supper was during Passover
Then why was there bread on the table?
How could they have a trial that week?
At least no good Jew would be able.
I'm not going to say I'm an expert
But I'm starting to question this fable.

A break on the word tour at nine

It does not speak a language
That's really not its thing.
It has no words to fit its tongue
Except maybe "ca-ching!"
It doesn't cast a shadow
It rarely makes a sound.
But let's all be honest:
It makes the world go round.

World tour continues at nine

Come explore Asia Pacific with me:
China, Japan, and even Hawaii.

More world music at nine

Next in our musical encyclopedia
All of the musics that come out of India.

Into Africa at nine

They're not doing so hot right now,
I'm sure they will someday
(That is, unless, someone sends in
The goddamned CIA.)

Here we go, at nine

This month, we're starting a little world tour.
South America's first in our brochure.

Hope you're prepared at nine

Boats will sink, despite our toil
Flood, drought, and disease
Fire burns. Blood will boil
And then it all will freeze.
Who knows what shall come thereafter?
I've got songs about disasters.

Another pick-up

Another late night, another pick-up set. Although, I think I know what I'll be playing in March.

Be a good little mensch at nine.

I gathered all the tracks I could
And there were quite a few, at that,
But, not to be misunderstood
You all know where my heart's at
(Although, if we were any good,
We'd be in bed for Shabbat.)

Late night pick-up

Sometimes, after Gypsy plays, at the Velvet, I take over the stream. There's no announcement sent out for these pick-ups and what gets played is based on who's in the room, what we were talking about, and what Gypsy played before. I don't generally post them, but here's one:

Loving Secrets Divulged at Ten!

My ex was convinced that I would like anal sex because I was a Taurus.
What I discovered from the experience is that Sagittarians have very tiny assholes.
Tiny and sensitive.

Nonagenarian recordings at nine

Someone else can cover sports
It's really not my bag.
And while we wait for their reports
I'm going to play some rag.

New Year Starts at Nine

And so, we say good-bye to snake
And say hello to horse
We're going to dance and stay awake
And hear some tunes, of course!

Spanish Garage Bands at Nine

I hope you all brought your translator
For songs from south of the equator

More garage bands at nine!

We were doing a thing,
And then, last week, I said...
Well, we'll just go back to
Before we were interrupted.

For absent friends, at nine.

Tonight remembers a DJ passed
One that I also called friend
Who had been away too long
Who left me with that doleful news.
Those who remember
have said that they wondered
and don't like the answer
but are thankful for closure.

I don't know what else I should do
But play, and say, "This one's for you."

What's unlost is unfound at nine (or earlier)

Half the country's under snow
We've got a Herculean blizzard
So, to the 60s we will go!
Back when a guy could play a zither.
Though, why you can't now, I don't know.
I'm sure some bands would beg to differ.