it will

It's fry-dai, it's the weak-end, it's roq'n time. Why not destroyer. why knot. wye naught.

Melt musically

It's been rocked, jazzed, countryfied....sammy did it, dino did it, ella, sarah, frankie, babs, and too many more to talk about. But like all great standards it hasn't been done to the maxx until it has been done instrumentally by the monster 'feeler' on the 88 board. Billy uses not only all the black keys on this one he also uses a duel electric piano, and asks, in haunting notes dripping with lost youth, wanderlust and cindered bridges...what are you doing the rest of your life? ........ As a moon-shrouded double dip, we're adding in Ella's masterpiece rendering of Misty. She gives life to possibly the most endlessly heart-wrenching lyric of all time sure to carry thru the ages "walk my way.....and a thousand violins begin to play....or maybe it's the sound of your hello...." ahhh yes kiddies. Play these with scotch, re-doubled, and let everything just settle and calm. Mistify yourself. Go cool and serene. Like distant thunder from across the purple desert at sunset. Mellow is you. Mellow. It's lounge time. Lights dim. Feet up. Only the sound of your ice's wet tinkling in your cocktail. Because now, right now, it's all jake to the angels.

Walk don't ruuuuuuun and don't drive either

you maybe already know it's global Don't Drive Your Car day on sept 22, but you may be figuring you'll jog places--we're here to tell you to walk, don't run and we're doing it musically of course because we want to. It's also 100 days till new year's so start your christmas list and btw, what are you getting me? Ok take it away Nokie.....

The Five, Mightily

Have you been craving some rock? Or maybe itching to let your yah-yahs loose. This little in-studio gem from the Who came about as Kenny Jones began his stint behind the skins. Dig the rawness and Townsend's got old black No. 5 which is sweet. BTW--unrelated, it was brought to the Milkshake's attention that NASA is just now admitting what we proclaimed right here last summer....little Voyager is indeed in interstellar space. To that we can only say: you're welcome science community and try to catch up with us. Hah! Oh we have to move on now. Say Goodbye Sister Disco.

Whip 'em on outta here

How better to celebrate Futurama's final episode after a 13 year run than with dancing Charlies and a 1960s flash mob courtesy of Herb Alpert, Lani Hall and the Brass doing Whipped Cream. Goodbye Fry and Leela, Bender and Zoidy. It goes down 2nite at 9pm cst if you are interested in seeing the crew ride off into the galaxy's glow. Glo-On!