A.G.E's Joint

Hey, Heidy and Howdy! It’s a bright, beautiful morning here on WOFT, Old Fart’s Radio.   I’m Harry Handy, your randy dandy radio host.   Have you had your Metamucil today?   Here, we spin songs so old; they really should be science experiments.   Moldy, goldy and straight from the bottom of the remainder bin at the record store, just like my audience.   Somebody asked me if I knew Ben Gay.   Knew him?   I watched him being born. Yeah, that was scraping the bottom of the barrel.      We welcome a new affiliate here to our ancient tunes network, the ladies of the Group Blogging Experience.   And are they experienced!   I understand we have a couple actual Woodstock veterans in the group.   That was a long time and many substances ago.   They have run the gamut of friends, others, children and grandchildren.   In honor of those folks, I have some special tunes planned. Like this one. ...

Hey, Hidey and Howdy.  It’s Harry Handy, your randy dandy dead DJ reporting to you from the London Olympics.  Yes, Oldies fans, WOFT has deigned to send yours truly to haunt the ceremonies.  And weren’t those ceremonies haunting?  A thousand years of British history distilled into a three and half days…I mean hours...(it just seemed like days). I understand the American commentary left a bit to be desired.  They could have just hired me.  Now for you colonoscopy denizens, I have been dredging around the music crypt to find stuff that fits.  Since this is the Olympics, I was going to use Theme from Chariots of Fire , but I was beaten to the punch by Rowan Atkinson, the Cad.  He really should be run over by that three wheel car you know.   But I did find something that would fit for the swimming competition. Yeah, night swimming is a lot of fun.  When I was a much younger, good looking guy, I used to throw moon ...

Another morning here at Moldy WOFT.  Yeah, Harry Handy back with you with another stream from the ether.  Ether?  Isn’t that what they were serving last night at the party?  Or was that Captain Morgan? God, I miss ‘Ludes…. Sorry, a bit of brain damage nostalgia, there.  You did notice I was kidding about that Terry Jacks song, right?  That’s OK.  We have plenty of oldies here in Beelzebub’s Crypt, otherwise known as Old Farts Radio to poke your memory.  The soundtrack of your later years.  If we were the soundtrack of your parents' later years, we would only play stuff like this. But, I digress... Kids these days.  They are all about good grades and conforming.  No partying at all in them.  Of course, with the modern day internet anything you say or do is available to be used against you at anytime.  It doesn’t even have to be a court of law.  And if it is, the judges are obligated to throw the b...

It’s a bright good morning here on WOFT, Old Fart’s Radio.  I’m Harry Handy, your randy dandy radio host.  Have you had your Metamucil today? Good.  Here, we spin songs so old, they really should be science experiments.  Moldy and goldy. We had a programming meeting here at the station.  We call them “Come to Jesus” meetings because our Station Manager sounds like Jimmy Swaggart in a motel room with a stripper.  All fire and brimstone .   But, I digress.  The meeting really was about adding more energy here at the Old Fart, because our ratings are lousy except for the over 50 demographic.  But that fits.  The Colonoscopy Contingent.  You and me and everyone else that still uses this outdated technology called terrestrial radio.   Speaking of fire, here is song about that very subject…. …And that was, of course, the Little Bastard himself… Every now and then, we get calls.  Yes, real ...