DR. HAL HAD TO MEET A FRIEND AT THE AIRPORT, and Puzzling Evidence came in with KrOB to maintain a live presence on Ask Dr. Hal! And so they did, even as the station became ringed about with dangers and troubles. Now digital gremlins may bring the glorious enterprise to a premature and unwanted conclusion; until then we can only continue. Meanwhile, Duckburg's most notorious criminal gang made surreptitious entrance to the premises, making off with microphones and other essential studio equipment. Despite all, we prevail-- for now. For five full hours. Enjoy the mind-breaking Special Effects.

NINE DAYS AFTER the Full of the Moon, Lycanthropic back-up Puzzling Evidence was still somewhat "wolf-y." He subdued his howls and created an amazing five-hour synthesis. There's more than a chance that Radio Valencia will have to retreat down the Exit Corridor of History, following the Dodo & the Dinosaur. But even if so, these are great days (& nights), as our night-blooming Show expands to full efflorescence. No humans were harmed during the fabrication & creation of this show. During that, yes, but we're not talking about the PODCAST, are we? Well, develop a thick skin. Let the Show engulf you in waves only to bounce off its invulnerable, impenetrable exterior. You'll live. This one's five hours, remember. In the meantime, distracted "Doc" Hal will return when he can...

THANKS TO The Brazilian Astronaut, crackerjack recording engineer "Kiko" Aumond, we were at last able to debut some of our recording of the work of the late Clark Ashton Smith which earlier this year we did for Pseudo Pod... these readings can be found online, but we presented them with newly added musical effects. More to come from that quarter... Then, near 11:00 PM, we welcomed Puzzling Evidence and Michael Peppe; the results may be heard here-- INCLUDING an unfortunate gap when the station went completely dark after an episode of "flailing" from our exuberant guest. Fortunately (for our tenancy at Radio Valencia) Dr. H. Owll was able to trace the problem and re-boot the station. But it was a close thing. Sunt lacrimae rerum, eh? Next week, a re-run, at least for part of the time, as we must be elsewhere and elsewhen. This show: four hours.

...UNABLE TO ACCEPT that the lush primeval jungles have been replaced by the angular mechanisms of industrial civilization. So did Dr. H. Owll feel himself to be, several times during the presentation. Some "looping" does occur. Mechanical repetition opposes spontaneity and creative freedom. On the other hand, formal limitations are God's gift to the creative artist. And so, right after the initial hour, Puzzling Evidence in came, eventually to speak through a microphone and add thereby to the lustre of our performance. An incursion from Pete Goldie's Reloadio sidetracked the genteel converse avec echoes, delays and other, similar tropes. An extra hour is added-- the casual after-effect of the show. You can't call it real sophistication. All in all, four hours in duration.

PERIPATETIC QUONDAM GUEST DR. PENNY accepts our hospitality. The Trump-loving Angelena is a SubGenius fellow-traveler from SoCal's realms; she asked several questions and the clink of coins exchanging hands was heard. Archival sources, poems of Dylan Thomas, the music of Robbie Basho-- these flavored the session. Puzzling Evidence later appeared and we hooked up the equipment to narrate (yet) another Monster Movie. Although classic Bulldada is considered the purest and best by discriminating practitioners of SubGenial scientific criticism, since originating before the Knowing Age it is assumed to manifest the best aesthesis, allegory, poetic narrative and prophetic wisdom, unclouded by self-referential symbolism, the night's exercise ably demonstrated that the secret slackful illumination can come in even along latter vectors, even from latter sources. This show's exemplar: LAVALANTULA, in which washed-up actor Steve Gutenberg plays a washed-up actor who complains when he finds out he is making a movie about giant bugs (sounding the self-referential note). In the story, but not in the fictive film-within-a-film, volcanic activity under L.A. coughs up hideous, murderous flame-belching giant spiders. Drama, horror and hilarity ensue, assisted by cameos from other alumni of the POLICE ACADEMY series... Learned listeners will note a superficial similarity to THE BLACK SCORPION (1957), in which huge subterranean arachnids escape to the surface from their abyssal realm to terrorize rural Mexico and Mexico City. We hope the audio track makes a worthy addition to our enterprise. Four hours (and hours)...

STARMAN, not Jeff Bridges but Ken Utsui, the hero of a Japanese TV show, is sent by a coalition of confederated planets to stop testing of nuclear weapons on Earth. He employs the assistance of a bunch of kids, too, though invulnerable and able to fly... one shouldn't knock any aid one can get from the rising generation. Can that be the subtext of the strange plot of ATOMIC RULERS OF THE WORLD (1964)? The 9 films featuring Starman, a.k.a. Super Giant, though in ATOMIC RULERS he does not exhibit his additional power of expansion, like Marvel's Ant-Man when he becomes Giant Man, were purchased for distribution to U.S. television and edited, if that's the word, into 4 episodes by cut-rate Walter Manley Enterprises and low-rent Medallion Films. The basal Japanese pictures which were to become ATOMIC RULERS (by name SUPER GIANT and SUPER GIANT CONTINUES) were 49 minutes and 53 minutes in duration respectively. These two were hacked by the hackmeisters into one 83-minute entertainment. The originals, it should be said, were two parts of a complete story, but a total of 19 minutes vanished during the re-editing, dropping essential backstory and plot elements from both. And it was also at this time most of the original music was scrapped and replaced by library cues. That, in less-than-glorious smeary, blurry black-and-white is what we, Dr. H. Owll and Puzzling Evidence, narrated. BUT the amount of degradation present, though to be aesthetically regretted, only adds luster to the divine SubGenius concept of BULLDADA. You see, to SubGeniuses, the more infimal the cultural product may appear, the greater likelihood of profundity in its essence. We suppose this axiom should be iterated now and then. All this came after we began, featuring SubGenius Archival material (from X-Day XXI) and preceded by Dr. H. Owll's recitation, to the music of Robbie Basho, of Dylan Thoma's "The Long-Ago Seabird Rises." 3 hours.

...ADMIT IMPEDIMENT. LOVE is not love which alters when it alteration finds... Except, for a cautionary lesson, in the 1958 motion picture I MARRIED A MONSTER FROM OUTER SPACE, directed and produced by Gene Fowler Jr. The Psychotronic Encyclopedia says of this one, "An overlooked, well-made science fiction hit that should appeal especially to women." On her wedding night, raven-haired Gloria Talbot discovers that her new husband (eerily slender Tom Tryon) is actually an "alien monster." And no one will believe her! Except the cops and the avuncular Chief of Police, already all taken over. Yes, the invasion is at this point quite successful. The fake humans are simulacra-- the real ones are floating, suspended in the concealed saucer, alive but attached to wires plugged into "glowing white orbs." As they say, the course of true love never did run smooth. On the Show, we narrate this film, about which, and about the institution of marriage, our feelings have not changed over the years. Puzzling Evidence is on hand, as is KrOB, though the latter is never heard, we think. Well sir, these here aliens from (really) far away (Andromeda) had their germ plasm irradiated by a stellar catastrophe. OUR sun would never do a thing like that to us. Not our good old steady-state dwarf star. But these poor aliens, masters of genetic manipulation, only need some intimacy with human females-- though they resemble, according to the Psychotronic Encyclopedia, "mutated rhubarb." At the climax (of the film, natch-- Spoiler Alert!) a mob of Normals wrecks the alien craft and unleashes (literally) Earth's most deadly protection against extraterrestrials-- lunging, woofing German Shepherds. These bounding, marauding mastiffs cruelly rip and tear the (sympathetic) invaders, causing them to expire in disgusting torrents of flowing slime. Gloria gets her bozo husband back, truthfully not nearly as nice as the sensitive, thoughtful space monster she's been shacked up with. Well, that's showbiz! With crawling clouds of black smoke, disintegrator beams, Ken Lynch and "Slapsy" Maxie Rosenbloom. But wait-- there's more! We segue, courtesy of Puzzo, into THE CREATURE WITH THE ATOM BRAIN (1955). Alas, we run out of time while narrating this programmer from Columbia Pictures. All in all, a grand night out. Some problems with the equipment at the beginning. Three hours.

BOTS, SOMEHOW WE GOT IN to the ol' Radio Valencia Studio without the Kisi (smek! smek!) or any other by-Our-Lady "App," thanks be to Dobbs. And there we did something that's rare, a solo show from the git-go. Avec poetry of Dylan Thomas, Clark Ashton Smith, Charles Kingsley, Ruth Stone. Talked a lot 'bout this n' that. Then we left that habitat. "Radio" c'est Where it's At. Smell the flowers. 3 hours.

HOME IS THE SAILOR, HOME FROM SEA-- the Sea of Dust, that is-- and the Hunter home from the Hill, by which we mean, in the scheme of things, a hill of beans. Well, you had to be there. And we make no apologies at the present time. All in all, it's good to be back. Yet we feel, in this atypical year, we might have to make another trip or two after all. Until then, this episode; another miraculous penetration past the obdurate Kisi App into full studio freedom. With (eventually) Michael Peppe and Puzzling Evidence. 240 action-packed, hard-hitting minutes and a spectacular conclusion...

IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM, particularly the Dwarf Planet Pluto and its companion body, Charon-- these among other matters were featured in the discussion. With the loquacious Michael Peppe. Extra show, extra music... this is one of those episodes that continues on and on, anon-- in this case, for five hours. Also with Puzzling Evidence. But now off to Burning Man. We'll be back, after a while...

TAKING UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF, a guest-less show explores various incarnations of the voluptuously horrible. Avoiding the heavy gravitational field of rival ReLoadio, we re-established our orbit after being absent (X-Day, Starwood, Kiloquah) for a month and a week. The next disruption will be during the Burning Man iteration of 2018, but a Reserve Officer is expected to take the helm. Meanwhile, this show features, in addition to audio from the relevant Hours of Slack-- sent us by I. Stang from this year's X-Day-- poetry of J.R.R. Tolkien, Kenneth Rexroth-- thanks, Jack Mellender! --and the late Ruth Stone. NEXT WEEK: Some guests-- for sure!

SIGNS, WONDERS AND PORTENTS, STRANGE STELLAR CONFIGURATIONS and other unmistakable hints by the Cosmos are there, for those who can read them-- A great disturbance in the Noosphere is clearly coming. This is the last podcast of Dr. H. Owll for awhile; he goes to Ohio, New Jersey and New York for the next tumultuous period. This episode also features KrOB and Puzzling Evidence, together with poems by Dylan Thomas and others.

STARTING WITH FLIGHTS OF FANCY, and then veering to a narration of the vintage motion picture, HITLER, DEAD OR ALIVE. You see, these (U.S.) gangsters go over to Germany, capture Hitler and shave off his mustache and forelock. He keeps telling the SS, "I'm Hitler!" and they just beat him up. A cinematic curiosity (1942) in which Ward Bond is the best-known name in the cast. Before that, before Puzzling Evidence appeared and brought in the movie, there were poems, reminiscences and speculations. More on GWANGI-- but then Puzzling came through the studio door...

THREE HOURS OF MIXED EDITS AND LIVE performance are delivered here. Rioting sports fans in the streets nearly prevented this show from being. Past them, even past the loathsome Kisi App (smek! smek!) we managed to penetrate to bring this particular episode to you, Etherettes, and you, Rocket Rookies. For the mechanically minded, and for others. Poems of Dylan Thomas, Clark Ashton Smith and additional favorites.

THE EARTHWORM, THE GOLD BEETLE, the wise Emmet dance around the Wine-presses of Luvah. The Centipede is there. The Ground Spider with many Eyes... The Ambitious Spider in her sullen Web, the lucky golden Spinner. The Earwig, arm'd. The tender Maggot, Emblem of Immortality. The Flea, Louse, Bug, Tape-worm, all the Armies of Disease, visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating Man. The slow Slug, the Grass-hopper that Sings and Drinks and Laughs-- Winter comes; he folds his slender Bones without a Murmur. The cruel Scorpion is there. The Gnat, the Wasp, the Hornet and the Honey-bee. The Toad and venomous Newt, the Serpent clad in gems and gold-- they throw off their gorgeous Raiment, they rejoice in loud Jubilee, dancing round the Wine-presses of Luvah, naked and drunk with Wine.

MORE THAN FOUR AND A HALF HOURS in the Studio, eventually hosting Jett, Puzzling Evidence and Michael Peppe, we touched on multiple subjects with an eye toward X-Day and other onrushing future events. You can't call in. We no longer even have a Studio Phone at RV, by the way, folks, since the practice of taking "on-the-air" calls does not seem viable to most at the station in the "Selfie" Era, or perhaps seems simply passe. But the Chatterbox often appears to fill in for this former link to the simultaneous outside world, and ideally, we are able to respond to requests and suggestions. First part of the show (the first two hours): THE ADVENTURES OF TARZAN. Poems, re-mixes, speculation on subjects literary, folkloric and scientific. The Paleontology Report. Second part of the show (starting around Midnight): CHRISTMAS MORNING as Jett attempts to give away numerous treasures; gift after gift is proffered and, sadly, in some cases refused, since storage space is now so precious in Ron Conway's Baghdad By The Bay...

PUZZLING EVIDENCE AND MICHAEL J. PEPPE are guests on this episode, which also partakes of more Reloadio (see last week's show), "an odd cast for a Podcast." Poems, songs, expostulations-- layering new mixes of older presentations in the accustomed style all the while --these apparently comprise a formula to increase listeners at show-time, according to our in-studio detection equipment. Thanks to Mister Beau Dayshus, we achieved ingress despite all the Crap about the App. We will do everything we can to avoid a repetition of our involuntary no-show in recent days, and hope eventually to beard the Kisi App in its lair. After the Anthem, post-Show continues for nearly an hour. We welcome all guests.

The shortened URLs to link automatically to REloadio streaming
players are as follows:

RELOADIO QUICK LINKS

* Winamp, iTunes, VLC https://bit.ly/2k7xT2A
* Windows Media Player https://bit.ly/2wYyxbC
* Real Player https://bit.ly/2kg0rqG
* QuickTime https://bit.ly/2x0LMc9

Also, a modicum of listener interaction is available through the
listener's web browser:

https://bit.ly/2IYvULG (which is the same as
https://cp5.shoutcheap.com:2199/start/reloadio)

BACK TO RADIO VALENCIA FOR SOME PURE, UNADULTERATED SHOW-- and it isn't as if we didn't try to resume podcasting last week. No, we came, we tried-- but just couldn't get into the !??@#$%?!! over-automated building. That requires the perfect application of a series of digital electronic protocols. Nothing worked, no help was available-- so, we had to go sadly home. But this week-- yes, this week was different. Lahat hahereb hammithppeket was on duty, but we did, nonetheless, pass the flame of the whirling sword-- this time. While reloadio went out that evening, so did we. Hear the sensation of cross-pollination re-establish our old Station. Puzzling Evidence sits in for a bit.

AND THE LAST re-run of this series, unfortunately necessitated by the live version of Ask Dr. Hal! going on at Chez Poulet Gallery-Cabaret, more commonly known as Chicken John's Warehouse. Soon to be a memory, seen dwindling in the rear-view mirror. For there will never be another version of that show in that location. Now, the next hurdle is to see if we can get into the building past bristly obstructing electronics. If so, our standard fare will return.

THIS PODCAST, FROM JANUARY 19th of this year, was the first we managed after successfully entering the building according to what were the previously un-surmounted electronic protocols. We prevailed! But, now... Ah, well a-day! There is no getting in; had we any hopes of later ingress we would add to these replays as we had intended, coming to the Building immediately following the Live Show, the Friday night performance of ASK DR. HAL! now running, still, at the Chez Poulet Gallery-Cabaret down on Cesar Chavez. Such was the plan-- but the tendency of systems to elaborate upon themselves on their own has, through gradual degrees, erected an impenetrable barrier to our passage. The live ASK DR. HAL! will run for one final Friday night; then we must, only then we can-- hustle to tussle with the Kisi App and all its pestilential proliferating gremlins. During the run of a live show such combat exceeds our reach, we're here to tell you. Well, folks, we've been selling out the live show. If you're going, get your tickets now. This won't happen again for another year. And, confidentially, it'll NEVER play at CHEZ POULET AGAIN. You read it here first. And, in May, somehow, in the later Spring, we will prevail against the Dragon. Somehow...