The October Surprise: Station Break
Paul J Johnson – Wheel (stream only)
A folksy dose of beauty alighting on the numb and indifferent
A slow-core ode to needed caffeine and gentle wounds
An herbal elixir for the swing-set channeled through Jim Morrison
Faint aftertaste of “Bright Eyes” with punctuating piano
A slightly punky/Nirvanaesque ode to blacktops
A soulful prayer and challenge to greatness
A lullaby of embrace and commitment for the beloved
A sleepy and a wee bit dreamesque ride down down a “World Party” rivulet
An orderly and deliberate attempt at glory—Not unlike “The Church”
A chiming—slightly low modulated—joy-fest by “A Classic Education”
I barely remember a few times before going to bed and getting to see the majestic American Indian Chief after the last program aired—frankly, I don’t remember what time it occurred. We also would stay up and listen to Dr. Demento on the radio and watch that vixen Elvira comment on black and white horror movies. (It was California in the 60’s and 70’s so feel free to do the research and comment on this post with illustrations and facts) I do remember one time my parents went out on Saturday night to go dancing and they’d left a round mattress in the living room during some interior changes. It was the perfect launch platform for juveniles. We would bend it in half and catapult alternate siblings across the room in joyful abandon. My brother’s GPS was slightly off and his quickly accelerating torso found the plate-glass window which faced the backyard. He thankfully glanced off—minus collateral skeletal of tissue damage—but not before shattering it. Oh, one more thing; we had to explain it all to our parents as they came through the front door.
Don’t think we were spanked.