The Ray Harrah, once again the smartest man in the world, Poupkast takes to the ether.

This time from the salubriest confines of the purpose of fruititude located somewhere

in Alta, California.

Oh no.

It's been five years since our prince swirled off into the heavens, but then he was already

in the heavens, wasn't he?

Far, far above us.

I saw him in 1984 on Purple Rain and I remember I was working at a store called Red Peppers

in San Francisco, a Chachki store where we sold sweatshirts and plastic bags like this

is the 80s.

So we sold like Frankie goes to Hollywood shirts that said relax and stuff on them and

little plastic bags of dinosaurs.

In fact, I gave Jennifer a bag of little jellyfish things that she still has for that was

from 1985 I think and mesh shirts.

This is the 80s and by the way the Cleantel on Pokes Street in the 80s.

Kind of male hustlery, kind of like porn dancer types from the Mitchell Brothers Theater mixed

with the usual assortment of it was a very gay neighborhood in those days.

There was a gay bar there called Kemos and fantastically because in San Francisco there was

a giant sign in the window that said come in for some chemotherapy.

I don't know if the mics are all broken or no one has it, everything's on mute or if

you've just given up already.

Anyway my name is Greg this is my show or do I just not have speakers?

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