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 Hey, Heidy and Howdy!  It's your old buddy Harry Handy, the randiest DJ on your Internet dial. Yeah, it's been a while since I've been on. You see, I've transitioned. Where I was a free spirited human, I'm now... That's right, folks. The good ol' Grim Reaper came in the form of a sexy vampire and slipped her teeth in and I was transferred to the media department of Devil's Quill Communications. So, how does an Internet Sensation like myself handle the post All Souls blues? With fire, of course.  My new gig isn't too bad and Mr. Beezlebub seems to like my playlists. I mean, what can he do if I mess up like I did topside? What's that? Oh. One more earworm before I sign off. Don't look for the stop button. There isn't one. 

Hey, Heidy and Howdy! Harry Handy, is back on the air! So, how are you, Geritol Generation? Get that iron up, cause we're going to get down here at The Fart. I'm channeling Don Cornelius this week and giving proper respect to those artists rocking our world. That's right we are discovering the soul of SOUL. Put the daisy chains and hibiscus in your hair (the purple offsets the gray wonderfully), and enjoy the ride. I can say without a doubt, if it hadn't been for that music, I'd never be on the radio. Most kids my age listened to the ball games. I listened to the likes of Alley Pat and Night Train Lane. And the music they played! I got caught with the earphone through my shirt because I kept dancing in my seat. And I watch Soul Train over American Bandstand because Don was cool and Dick was not. Since I could play or sing, I played the ones who could and the rest is history. You can't start a show like this without going to the deepest roots of the musi...

Hey, Heidy and Howdy! It's your old buddy, Harry Handy floating along the Geritol trail. Over the years, people have asked me: "Harry! Is you life only moldy and oldie?" No, not really. I do wander what they refer to as "Socialist Media" from time to time to get ideas for good ol' WOFT. Let me guide you oldsters in some of things available. Trolling along one day, I found a second generation Hippy couple walking the talk about being off the grid and out of the MAN'S grasp: The wife, Esther is the daughter of Carla Emery who was one of the ultimate Hippy Chicks. She's got some interesting things to say And then there is this youngster living the ultimate "Year Off Dream" And when you select any of those, the YouTube algorithm sends you down the rabbit hole of crazier and crazier stuff. Yep, clear out before the bombs come...Where have I heard that before? A good reminder that no matter how the kaleidoscope changes,...

Hey, Heidy and Howdy! It's your favorite randy dandy DJ Harry here with a brand new program. You see, the Suits that run Old Farts are a little worried. You folks, our demographic not only are bargain hunters, but are dying out in alarming numbers. So, to perk you up and get the Geritol Generation back on their feet, tonight it will be all classic commercials. After all, you deserve a break... To have it your way You know where the beef is. And who will buy you a drink So give a wink And enjoy the rest of your day.

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...