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<rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Program Podcast: BSTF 788 - The Monsters of LoungeMusic</title><link>http://www.radio4all.net/program/36770</link><description>Podcast for Program: BSTF 788 - The Monsters of LoungeMusic</description><lastBuildDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 07:52:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><ttl>240</ttl><item><title>Bobs Slacktime Funhouse - BSTF 788 - The Monsters of LoungeMusic</title><link>http://www.radio4all.net/program/36770</link><description>This is a lost show from, fuck, I dunno, 2004 or so--the framing 
structure is Evil Susie takes me out for her idea of a good time. 


And ohhhh, I had forgotten how truly HORRIBLE this shit is!!! There&amp;#039;s 
an opening parody song that mocks the genre and sets the tacky mylared 
stage for an ear-twisting pageant of unknown bar bands from all over 
the fuckin&amp;#039; where--hack musicians and broke session men who travelled 
around doing the circuit, drinking and drugging and fucking their way 
through midwestern hellholes and southern shitpits, chasing the big 
time which, for readily apparent reasons, continued to elude them. 
Hopeful starstuck deluniacs of dubious talent performing under the 
suspended ceilings of Rodeway Inn lounges, living the limited dream of 
banging drunk broads and selling them vanity albums that they sold 
from gig to gig out of their trunks. And then those broads died and 
their kids dumped the records at the thrift store, where they fell 
into my hands. 


Heh heh heh. 


It&amp;#039;s a roster of greatness. From the wrong direction... 


You&amp;#039;ll stare in outraged bafflement at your stereo as you hear the 
disco-era attempts of the totally unfunky TrebleAires flicking their 
musical boogers on &amp;quot;Boogie Oogie Oogie.&amp;quot; There&amp;#039;s the smarmy Pacific 
Rim charms of the Laughing Kahunas, a bunch of assorted horndog asian 
guys who could pass for Hawaiian--they do &amp;quot;Cabaret&amp;quot; and then engage in 
some painful banter. Then a trio of two beardo guys and a chick in 
polyester named Trilogy do a long-ass Emerson Lake &amp;amp; Palmer thing that 
the singer can&amp;#039;t reach. And the worst of all, a two teenage brothers 
and their little sister (from Marietta, no less) doing a version of 
&amp;quot;Best of My Love&amp;quot; that&amp;#039;ll curdle the milk in the mamacat&amp;#039;s tits, so 
move her away from the speakers, Tater. It&amp;#039;s got some serious souring 
power. 


This show&amp;#039;s got a baaaaad &amp;quot;My Way,&amp;quot; too. And there are even a couple 
versions of &amp;quot;Aquarius&amp;quot; thrown in, just for the PTSD set. </description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Lord Cyclohexane</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 07:52:41 +0000</pubDate><enclosure length="56MB" type="audio/mpeg" url="https://www.radio4all.net/files/lordcyclohexane@yahoo.com/3959-1-bstf_788_-_monsters_of_loungemusic.mp3"/></item></channel></rss>