Featuring whatever cast members of the forthcoming Pier Pressure Productions production of Alan Ayckbourn's HENCEFORWARD I can lure into the studio with candy and/or kudos, and a tribute to the late, great Daniel Johnston (January 22,1961 - September 11, 2019), whose death today at age 58 is unquestionably the worst thing ever to happen on September 11.

A fun, exciting, invigorating, intellectually-stimulating radio show. Yeah, Studio 360 is pretty great. Not like this soufflé of hastily-whipped-up garbage.

...and don't even bother looking down here, greenhorn.

Dedicated, in part, to Peter Fonda (February 23, 1940 – August 16, 2019). Man.

(Amusing mock synopsis should go in this space, but it probably won't.)

Dedicated to the memory of David Berman (January 4, 1967 - August 7, 2019).

...with your guest host and parasite, William Ham,

...and I feel nothing. Share the numbness, won't you?

A show about as sensical and pointful as its title. Feh.

Dedicated to the late João Gilberto and the equally late Rip Torn, at least one of whom nearly got his ear bitten clean off by Norman Mailer. But, when you come down to it, who among us hasn't?

Songs about, referencing, or just with "America" and "USA" in the title, followed by a mock-epic tribute to the late, great MAD magazine. Look, all I can tell you is that there's a whole lot more belching than usual on this week's show. And doesn't that just say "America" to you?

No particular theme or, indeed, cohesion to this week's show. Still sure to be every bit as entertaining as any show I've ever done. And for that, I submit my sincerest apologies.

...I'm giving all my slaves the night off. Ooh, I so edgy.

Dedicated to the great Mac Rebbenack (November 20, 1941 – June 6, 2019).

This being the 13th anniversary of the first WOW & FLUTTER program. As luck would have it, it also happens to be the week that Roky Erickson passed from this realm. As in, the lead singer of... The 13th Floor Elevators.

A show sure to be as good as my French is bad. Sacre merde!

...absolutely no integrity. Hmf.

...and, much like March, knives have come out. Stand tall, W.C.