Another daylight arrival! I brought the wrong headphones! We started out with an AM anthem from Albert Hammond (Sr) in the quite capable hands of White Hassle. This song is also the reason Hammond gets a writer’s credit on Radiohead’s “Creep” which is a story for a separate time. Broncho in Salt Lake City tomorrow night!
Every six years or so, Valentine’s Day lands on a Tuesday, and it’s a grand excuse to update and refine the Fight Night playlist, featuring two hours of music about verbal, physical, and emotional aggression. Why go the opposite way? I’m sure those with dates have better things to do than listen to the radio, and those without might appreciate the theme. Tonight’s Final Hour is a replay of tracks from another Final Hour from about a year ago, with all-new live commentary from yours truly.
If a mermaid learned to play surf guitar, she could give Olivia Jean some exciting competition, at least for a little while.
The topologist carefully unfolded the graph depicting prime number frequencies. Across the scrub, the baker was returning from the Unimog, having concluded the search, and from the looks of their empty hands, unsuccessfully. They must have left it in the cab back in Calabar. Wonderful. Together, they considered the placement of the carved stone monoliths before them, their geometric arrangement random to the average visitor, but a clear reflection of order to the ancient people of Alok Ikom, and apparently, also related to the graph before them, with cataclysmic mathematical consequences.
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