Wherein podbot booth announcer TREVOR HASTINGS 4.2 spins a golden hour of KINKS music, cuz it just feels right. Actually, we apologize for this episode. Trevor is a disaster for the full sixty...
Wherein HANK MOHASKI digs into a folder on his harddrive entitled DIGITAL DUMP, and finds some songs about dogs, footwear, and mountains, which he then mixes into an hour-long jam appropriately entitled, um, DIGITAL DUMP.
Wherein MITCH LOVITZ counts down the most requested songs of 2006 on WBST, 109.5 FM...Plus +++ A long, steamy episode of WHAT'S IN WALTER'S BRIEFCASE...
Wherein DJ ZEUS finally loses it, pisses on WBST Program Director RANDY PRICE's office door, then hacks into his computer. He also talks to The FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER. Oh yeah, and there's some CHRISTMAS music, too...
Wherein TAPE JAZZ MASSACRE offers up a re-imagined, re-purposed episode of TALES OF THE TEXAS RANGERS from the Golden Age Of Radio. PLUS +++ Plenty of Country & Western music, to boot...
Wherein HANK MOHASKI gets totally baked on the WBST airwaves and reads a couple of EDGAR ALLEN POE stories...PLUS +++ Appropriately strange and sinister music!
Wherein MITCH LOVITZ takes requests on a Sock Hop Saturday Night on WBST, 109.5 FM. A solid gold hour of classic Doo-Wop and Rockabilly goodness straight outta 1957.
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