I guess that's it at eight

I know about me (I don't know about you)
I'm ready to done with 2022
And, maybe you (I can say this for me)
Are curious about 2023
We'll see

NOW I can do Xmas, at eight

Christmas is on Sunday
Hanukkah's still going on
So, tonight I'm playing
Quite the mix of songs

Still not doing Christmas yet, at eight

It was very warm this week
We had some rain and fog
While others had their ice and snow
We just had week-long wrong

Already over it at eight

They were trying to sell us Christmas
Before it was Halloween
That's just the kind of thing
That robs is of its meaning

Leftovers at eight

I hope your hearts are happy
I hope your bellies are full
And I hope the coming weeks
Will leave you happy still

Hey, okay, at eight

My playground got paved over
By a thin-skinned jerk
So celebrate the good things
That distract us from work

Getting ready at eight

A friend's birthday is this weekend
And while she's not that old
I understand, traditionally,
The present should be gold

My god, it's November, at eight

This week I stayed in the house
Like an eremitic monk
But a friend and I hung out today
And now I'm playing funk.

While we can at eight

It's finally here! That ghoul's night
And in such a spooky way
We'll have costumes and some candy
And celebrate... Tuesday

Tres leyendas? In this economy? At eight

The scared Abbott and Costello
The Three Stooges, Scooby-Doo
This third week of October
They might scare even you

Work\un-life balance at eight

We're into spooky season
A time of mists and fear
And outside, the pandemic
Will enter its third year
To usher in a time of dread
Songs of the dying and the dead.

Ready to go at eight

Halloween is soon
But it's not here yet
The spooky must wait
For a later set

May we all be blessed at eight

The boys had their vet visit
Got a massage today
A mani-pedi later
I'll say that I'm OK

Work\life balance at eight.

They say that "quiet quitting"
Has become all the rage
But really, a better term
Would be "Acting your wage."

Come chill at eight

Still overworked, alas
At least, there is more reggae
It does calm me down

Almost grateful at eight

How is it, this year
Of droughts and floods and war
Is three-fourths over?

Deep dub at eight

The heat just left, the work remains
I hope tonight can entertain

Deep beats at eight

This week was hot and understaffed
I hope that dub's a cure for that.

Starting at EIGHT

Overwork or heat
This state is trying to kill us
We'll recharge tonight 

Conditioning the air at eight

Of course there is this awful heat
But humidity's the thing to beat

recover at eight

 

This week was really hot.
Sorry. That's all I've got.

A sock of rocks at nine

A very hot week
And next week will be hotter
Tonight, lounge covers

Dreaming and scheming at nine

Muted trumpet, diminished fifth
Sounds that indicate a crime
Tonight, some sounds that feature both
Current events say that it's time

Deep breath at eight

A kind of stressful evening
A short but stressful week
But I just want to chill now
And know I'm not unique

It's not all awful at nine

Another week of
Quarantine, terrible news
But I have kittens

Be there or be square at eight-THIRTY

In all my years, one thing I've found
You're only a square if you're not around

Martinis at nine

Work is someplace I have not been around
With that in mind, I am playing some lounge

I hope you like it at nine

I am now on vacation
There is nothing that I have to do
But one of my joys
Is finding neat noise
And playing weird music for you

Ah well, nevertheless, at nine

Seven days have passed us by
Another week is gone
All that time, I could have used
So much I could have done

Busy day at nine

Easter is coming on Sunday
Passover is almost done
Monday is a new tax day
And Ramadan's still going on

I'm just playing music at nine

After almost three years of plague
These times feel precedented.
With Instagram and TikTok
At least it's documented

Starting properly at nine

I said that I was coming back
It wasn't just a gag
And I could use some time online
After the month I've had

Things I found at EIGHT

Starting an hour early
Next three weeks, I am out
I'll be back April first

NO, THAT'S NOT A JOKE

Vibe with me at nine

 The month we forget
A thing, didn't we?
Something about this nation
And forbidden history

Half-off chocolate at nine

Coming up, Monday
Patron saint of bee-keepers
And epileptics 

Tigers like swimming at nine

Next week is the new year
So get ready for that
Its element is water
Its sign, a great big cat

Mild victories at nine

We had a cold front this week
And so there was a chance
For another blackout
But we didn't, so let's dance

Clocking OUT at nine

Someone caught the 'rona
Now we all work from home
I get so much work done
When I am left alone

Trying to stay positive at nine

 It starts with just a sniffle
Graduates into a cough
Then, sore throat and fever
After that, all bets are off