Show Notes
I’m staring at a blank screen. Panic, if not sheer terror, is rampant at the nexus of being concise and kooky all at the same time. I harken back now to the younger days when being taught to swim. My instructions were to hold my nose and jump in. Or get thrown in, as my late Uncle once did to me when I was taking too long on the boat. So... Splash... Here we go!
The Mystery Man let it be known that he thought this week’s caper was number 200 in our four-year quest for alchemy, gold, and glory. Unwittingly, we brought in the heavies this week on the Paleface Parabola. Ken Nordine, Roy Brown, The Fletcher Henderson Orchestra, La Vent Du Nord, Ike and Tina Turner, and the Mystery Man’s Midnight Magic Act of the week are but a small sample size of the big tent o fun we have plotted.
Just follow the oaf without borders road where to it leads.
More from The Paleface Parabola
I went for an IV of iron this week as I’m anaemic. I was told it would take six to eight weeks to take effect. Hmmm... So why was I able to lift a car today with no help, I wonder.
This bruised warrior is this post away from piling up the zzz’s, aka achieving a nocturnal night move, aka sleep. It was a beautiful autumn evening to make radio noise for your entertainment dollar on this Wednesday, October 15. So we did.
Please join us for a sip from the overflowing cup of sounds that we hand pick to pass on to you dear friends, on this week’s foray into fun, aka the Paleface Parabola quest of two hours to leave a positive impression on you.
Being but a pawn in game of life... I humbly arrive at your feed to tell the countryside AND yourself to carve out two hours of time, and to spend that time with the Mystery Man, our behind the scenes team, and me.
Sinners and saints alike, have a seat at the table of Jerry’s holiday camp.