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Chuck Barris also among the quick

Rip Taylor still is living and breathing. Who knew! Among his top work: The Gong Show, The $1.98 Beauty Show. Continue reading →

Good morning (PST) still. Good morning. Did you get everything you wanted for the holidays over there in the Rust Belt & Bible Belt? Well, that’s good! Continue reading →

Well, we quibble with the missing hyphen in its title, but don’t let that stop you from staring at the cinematic screen of this fever dream brought on by falling for the hypnotic spell of sunnie Southern California. Or something like that. Impossibly gorgeous. Plus there’s a fine ending that’s not happy or sad or sappy. Check it! Continue reading →

If you’re in the Rust Belt or the Bible Belt, Merry Christmas to yourself. For all other districts, Happy Season’s Greetings. No Thoroughbreds today, unless you want to visit the fiscally distressed Commonwealth of Puerto Pobre Rico for some Holiday Action at El Comandante, home of the Puerto Rican Rocket, the incomparable Mr. Frisky. Anyway, we can play music today instead, and this is a good album all the way through to class up your festivities. The arrangements are at once Baroque and Modern, delving into minor-key melodies from time to time in order to keep you on your musical toes; truly, it’s both an ancient and 21st-century reworking of all your Yuletide favorites, such that your ears will delight at the aural playfulness. Enjoy!

Which side are you on? Why not play ’em both!

Anyway, did you realize that ‘hohoho’ turned upside down is ‘oyoyoy’? Who knew! As our Santa-bellied President-elect Don Trump Sr. encourages us to say, we wish you ‘MERRY HOLIDAYS!’ & ‘HAPPY SEASON’s GREETINGS!’ This includes Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, Yule, Saturnalia, Mithrastide and every other ancient ritual, commemoration or observance you may mark the Winter Solstice with. Cheers! Continue reading →

Ladies & gentlemen, the incomparable Stevie Wonder… Continue reading →