Wherein HANK MOHASKI plays an hour of songs from the dearly-departed BLOSSOM DEARIE, and weaves in a tale of of the barely legal lust he once shared with one of his teachers in high school.
Wherein HANK MOHASKI hunkers down in Studio 36C at WBST, and weathers day 5 of what would be an 11 day rainstorm by drinking hot-buttered rum and spinning a bunch of rain songs...
Wherein DAN DIERDORF moonlights (at 6 am) on WBST 109.5 FM, spinning all sorts of intensely heavy music, and bitching about WBST program director GARY WANG and life in general.
Wherein HANK MOHASKI relives his sexual escapades and romantic complications while living in the dorms at UW-Madison circa 1984/1985, and spins the appropriate songs from that year.
Master orator, A-1 flirt, table tennis champion, world class lover, known slacker, sinistral minstrel, funky drum machiner, actual guitar hero, hungry freak, radio disc jockey extraordinaire, Pope of Discordia, advanced sloganeer, licensed coffee drinker, authorized cat fancier, snow globe juggler, ice skating judge, bonsai superstar, published poet with an unpublished number, understander of Jazz, leader of men, follower of my mom, Oracle database user, part-time billboard liberator, full-time Grand Marquis handler, accomplished pipe smoker, dental floss tycoon, fully-certified celebrity impersonator, dues-paying snake-handler, hyphen-minister, soft-spoken carrier of big sticks, amateur sleuth, semi-professional haberdasher, professional lifestyle consultant, chronic inhaler, retired bartender, grower of beards, psychic to the stars, Mint Spy agent, Friend Of Flat Atom, action figure model, stunt double, former paperboy, previous drunk, perpetual teen, and Nobel Prize winner in Theoretical Etymology. I'm also mighty handy with very large axes, extremely small firearms, celery salt, and Derrida texts. Possibly fake references available upon request.