I spy with my sandy eye an outpost in the distance that proves to have some internal troubles of its own. Maris and Warble get down to the nitty gritty, and try and fulfill some unreasonable requests of some unlikable patriarchs. Ride or die into a spot of tea, and suffer a scumbag landlord because good things come to those who wait. Unfortunately.
The Beats Rhymes and Democracy crew explore presidential impeachment talks and an upcoming visit of President Donald Trump to Minneapolis.
Our fearless warrior queens take time to reconnoiter their rendezvous. Sometimes you get the dog made of people, and sometimes you get your clam in a pickle. Lay an egg while you’ve still got the time, because Mr. Dead is closing in, and the world can only be your oyster if you reach out, and take it from the maelstrom.
Gunfire cuts through the gals, and makes a big mess of a soft summer night. There’s no rest for the wicked, and no respite in the wasteland, faithful listeners. Count your bullets and stock up on dead salamanders because out here there are no half measures, and the only way out is through.
And the sounds keep coming. Podcast number 15 contains 5 mixes from 3 nights – and that equals 15… Three summer nights from 1988 to be exact. Listening in to these old radio shows again has been enjoyable. I’m actually impressed with how contemporary these sound collages sound. Maybe the noise in this world is finally catching up to the way the world sounded like to me back then. Listen in for spacey ethereal feedbackery, crazed dialog and a completely over the top homage to William Shatner performed by Cap’n Caffeine himself, an irregular regular caller-in to the show if there ever was one.