Late night DJ:  (voices in the dark: Dewey, Nordine, Eastwood on Misty, the General, etc whatever)

“Ok you just heard Mammoth Clary with a Sebastion Cabot take on the Old Whompers number Goin’ Down Slow, and that’s for all the boys and girls out there on ship-to-shore radio, digging’ their Zenith with a map, a year-long cruise—that’s nothing for a whaleman, pestilential material, and before that was—On the Western Plains—that’s East Saint Louis, a case of mixed idemnification, you know what I mean, and by now you know why I mean it, but no ones talking right are they? GEE—Haw…it’s 159 degrees outside right now on Jupiter and before that were the Yoho Sink-tea Singers with Stormalong John. Chance of precipitation tonight, 100 percent I mean its raining cats and dodgies out there, decapitation zero, palpitations, even odds and ends, if you’re doin’ it right…Scary Day Blues—if ya did it right you wouldn’t have a problem—I mean—right in the first place—“

“…and that was the new thing from The Mouth, on Odyssey Sync Travelogue Tapes, the Grey Funnel Line. You heard it here first tell Neptune Ahab sent ya—“

“Charlie James you call that GONE—come in here all sideways!—stand out there you gonna get hit, boy! they’`ll be calling it FARMACIDE. King Lear breaks down on the New Jersey Turnpike…’

To the friendless, the windlass and all the ships at sea—this next one was calibrated in road grit—tuned up and tortured on the bow sprit—figurines of ice and sorrow—I don’t mean to go all Norman Rockwell on ya but take a deep breath, pretend it’s Thursday night and you’re chewing some Beechnut Gum—How you getting along Lucy Mae? You’re husbands looking for you! Get yourself a wheel barrel full of hogs an ride ‘em through the front door tell the judge Crimbot said it was alright…”

“This next contender does more by accident than the rest of you do on purpose, Bumble Bee…wanders through deserted rooms where memories hang like tattoos on the exit signs—and loneliness is always by my side—so drink it, freeze it and  eat it I DON’T CARE or mind how you play it…it’s only love that we’re sending  out pure and simple—come home Shorty all is forgiven—but be sure to shave and brush—the glory—I’m comin’ in low and I’m jiggling the joystick— and I know there’s more of me than there was of you—good time charlie was a friend of mine!’

“It’s green outside right now, blackbirds flying’ in a blue light, that means Peter Case and the Ticket Agent, you know what I’m sayin’ you can’t delay it and I ain’t explainin’— Three Fords and the Tooth  singing Let’s Make Up After School…back after this message:

“Back in the days before everything meant something there was the twelve string guitar—illegal possession of marlboros—impersonation of a human being—CRIMBOT the crime robot, folks— twelve forty-nine fifty—ninety eight—here’s to poor people’s radio on your dial shining in the dark it’s the midnight broadcast—and it’s free—a true steeplejack of a man and woman in heartbreak hotel on the palm desert, come on baby,that’s fifty thousand WHATS—twenty thousand hits holyoke of Ellis Dee Jay Johnson…and that’s it coming at you love and peace on the midnight mile and your midnight dial OOOOWHEE!”

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