This is getting ridiculous.

[Snagg]

If I were a superstitious man, I'd start to think that my ex was still placing curses on me....

But then, I remember that she could never do anything right - So it's just more of the usual Weird Luck...and one very sick fiancee. Gotta stick to those priorities...

I sincerely hope to be back on the air next Sunday. My apologies to all that tried to listen in....

[Snagg]

Sim Sallah Bim. So shall it be. (It rocks harder anyway.)

[Ubu]

Frank Black? I've got the John Peel version on my ipod. Ill-gotten gain. After checking my Mecca source I'll pick the Otis Blackwell Tribute rendition.

[Snagg]

'Sorry 'bout that, Felicia. Just drop everything important in your life and listen in next Sunday. I promise to have, among other things, four equally mind-blowing versions of Billie Holiday's "Strange Fruit" at my disposal.

Would any of you like to choose a particular version? They include:

The Twilight Singers' version, which weirdly sounds like it was arranged by George Harrison, jazz chanteuse Cassandra Wilson with the late Chris Whitley on National Steel guitar doing a sepulchral, otherworldly, Deep Delta Blues interpretation (My personal favorite), Siouxsie & the Banshee's southern gothic, chamber quartet-meets-Dixieland Funeral March reading and folk singers Diane Izzo and John Rice's delicate, haunted take.

As well as two different Frank Black interpretations of Jimmy Jones "Handy Man" (Yes, the "Handy Man" that James Taylor covered a decade later) (I'll let Ubu pick which one he wants to hear) , and the unquestionably oddest, jazz hepcat-with-a-neurotic twitch version of Peggy Lee's "Fever" that you're likely to ever encounter. And, Mr. Tom Waits doing Phil Phillips' "Sea Of Love". Bleary and Definitive.

Don't expect me to make it easy. Ya want it easy, tune into yer local "Lite Rock" babyfood station.

And Felicia - I haven't friended you yet, because after you hear the show, you might have some second thoughts yerself. "Truth In Advertising" is how I think of it...

[Snagg]

Well.....That's a start....

[Ubu]

Apology accepted.

Now we're in the position to demand specific artists. Hmm. All albums of the week shall be by Lambchop and the mystery album - Gutter Twins. Deal?

[Snagg]

Uh....Zen, I can and I do. (And I've said far worse. But, Who's Listening, eh? You Bet.)

But it don't really apply in this situation - Unless saying that on the air is also a deeply mysterious Ubangi ju-ju cure for the girlfriend's influenza - Which I would expect her to be over before I go back on the air next Sunday and get the chance to try it out.

But I'll keep it in mind. Might come in handy someday...Besides, it's still better than the Republican's plan for Health Care Reform.

[ZenDog]

Try this as a public service announcement next time you go on the air, and they should leave well enough alone:

FREE THE BUTTERFLIES
AND KISS MY ASS

you can say kiss my ass on the air can't you? Can you say that on the air?

[Quinn]

Phooey...