Friends, I don't know about you, but every year I've barely shaken off my post-Halloween sugar headache when it's time to celebrate again. Today, of course, marks the 89th anniversary of American commercial radio, an institution that came swinging and crackling into the world on November 2nd, 1920, when KDKA, "The Voice of Pittsburg," began broadcasting as the first officially licensed radio station in the United States. I don't know how you to plan to commemorate the milestone back on Earth, but I can tell you that up here on the Lost Moon, it's a solitary, reverent observance. An old spice-running buddy of mine recently smuggled me a bottle of Saturnian Schnapps from the ice floes of Titan, and I plan to pour myself a glass, lay a Jelly Roll Morton record on the turntable, and think about the dawn of a Golden Age.
But before I proceed with the memorial, I'd like to extend a warm, intergalactic thanks to all the local Earthlings who made it out to Lost Moon Radio's special live broadcast from Spaceland on Halloween night. It was a pleasure to share the bill with bands as talented as Jean Paul Yamamoto, the Peculiar Pretzelmen, and the headlining Fuxedos (to whom I owe special gratitude for inviting me to the event in the first place). The costumes, the crowd, and the company all added up to my favorite-ever Halloween party not hosted by Frank Zappa.
Attendees and returning listeners will be pleased to note that Lost Moon Radio's next live shows have also now been scheduled, and we'll be sending out the signal once again from St. Nick's Pub for two weekends in December: the 10th, 11th, and 12th and the 16th, 18th, and 19th. So mark your space calendars, folks. More details to follow.
Now let's raise a glass to Radio. It's like Jelly Roll says, "I'd rather be there than any place I know. Yes, I'd rather be there than any place I know. It's gonna take the sergeant for to make me go."
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