In which the DJ gets a phone call from The Last Casket and everyone’s favorite proprietor from the Great White North…Toque.
In which the DJ wonders what post-apocalyptic therapy will be like. Mu. Ha. AHHHHHHHH!
In which the DJ hearkens back to a better time and goes a wee bit crazy.
In which the DJ pays tribute to the Purple One.
In which the DJ finds the silver lining hiding within the filthy, dank cloud of the apocalypse.
In which the DJ receives a call that takes a slightly unexpected turn.
In which the DJ hears a rap, rap, rapping at his door. This episode of Zombie Radio features the Louisville death metal band, Sadistic Creator.
In which the DJ reminds us we cannot become complacent in the face of the apocalypse.
In which the DJ ponders on the topic of Love. Yes…love.
In which the DJ does a spot of role playing as he wonders what it would be like if a zombie attached an Irishman.
In which the DJ ponders a sexy, sexy topic…Fetishes. Yum.
In which the DJ spies a man among zombies (or a zombie among men) with his nose glued to his phone.
In which the DJ wonders if anything will scare us after the apocalypse abates.
In which the DJ finally reads a section of Poe’s “The Raven”. \m/
In which the DJ suffers through a call in from a…gasp…politician.
In which the Zombie Radio DJ gets his stand up comedian on. Join in on the laugh track.
In which the DJ dreams of pummeling zombies with snowballs.
In which the DJ remembers the passing of one of the greatest musical artists of modern times. RIP David Bowie. You will live on in an infinite, swirling chaos of artistic inspiration. Human being. Celestial being. Creator of wonder.
In which the DJ explains his latest micro-nap nightmare.
In which the DJ chimes in on the new world order of “Family”. This episode of Zombie Radio is dedicated to my parents, Jack and Versa Wallen, both of which who passed away in 2015. You were very much loved Continue reading