RADIO 8 BALL and all

That Andras Jones--he's surreal. He has the wackiest radio show this side of the Mississippi. It's on KAOS in Olympia...

click gently for RADIO 8 BALL

So, today we zip over to THE EVERGREEN STATE COLLEGE ( a green and pleasant land where KAOS exists) so I can set up my keyboard and I do my best to help make the magic of the POP Oracle. It's really something that passes through one, so one can't take credit or props for it. Questions were asked, songs were played (many by me on the piano) and then the lyrics/ etc were analyzed and applied to the questions.

Intriguing, to say the least. I'm proud to be part of it--it's anarchic in a good way. A dry anarchy.

Then-- oh then, my dear readers: Gary & I came back to the Honeycomb Hideout and Andrew had fried up a mess o' chicken in bacon fat. OH LORDY GOD!

I MEAN, LARDY GODDESS.

and some greens with beans (yum!)
After that repast we were only able to loll weakly on the couch and watch Battlestar Galactica DVDs.

If you see that combo in your future (chicken, pop divination, and sci fi) I can tell you it is good good good.