so thursday nights at the clinic are generally quiet enough to catch some of my brothers radio show between patients via the world wide web. check it out sometime at 10 pm eastern time on thursday nights at www.weru.org
his program is called "pattern recognition".
what the hell did we do before the "interweb"?
it brings me great pleasure to tune in and hear my little brother play all of his (sometimes grinding) over-the-top, eclectic musical obsessions live and on the air. i love hearing his voice and sense of humor right here with me when we are so many miles away from each other.
right now we have a smokin' version of "aint no sunshine" (by strike??) blasting-
love it little brother!
earlier, when i called him to thank him for the r.e.m fix, my very mothering, front desk colleague requested some elvis- we got it and were shakin' some booty here to the man himself. what a sight.
i am on my fourth day of the five day stretch (yawnnnnn) and have managed to avoid the strep that keeps coming through the door.
i just might make it out alive.