The Gerard Cosloy Radio Hour (That Feels Like Two Hours)

you’ve no doubt seen (many times) this week the 2023 video of Vice President Kamala Harris emerging from a Washington DC’s HR Records brandishing albums by Charles Mingus and Roy Ayers. Not to be outdone (?), GOP VP hopeful JD Vance was revealed to be a longstanding fan of allegedly funny duo Ween and directorial auteur Zach Braff. None of these are especially compelling reason

like many of you, I read over the weekend the accused gunman behind a recent unsuccessful assassination attempt was seen wearing a shirt promoting someone or something known as Demolition Ranch. My first thought was, “it’s pretty sweet after all these years that Barry Darsow and Bill Eadie maintain a ranch together,” but it turns out this has nothing to do with Ax & Smash

episode 215 comes to you the morning after I suffered through the laughably bad "Kim's Video" documentary and like anyone else with a functioning noggin I awoke wondering if there was an means with which I could recover the $4.99 and 120 minutes of my precious time. Which also poses the question, in this advanced era and living in one of the nation's tech hotbeds, am I entirely cer

it seems a bit off to be celebrating indendepence and freedom while simultaneously prepping to usher in a new monarchy, but to paraphrase Rick Pitino, Takeru Kobayashi (above) is not walking thru the door this July 4 to save us from authoritarianism. Nor will Kenta Kobayashi emerge from an open convention (though to be fair, he couldn't be less appealing than the choices on offer).

Over the weekend I had the singular misfortune of viewing Thea Hvistendahl's "Handling The Undead" (2024) and aside from the otherwise meditative take on zombie tropes, I remain outraged at the graphic, gratuitous murder of a child's bunny rabbit midway thru the film. Sorry for the spoiler but maybe they shouldn't be so cavalier about killing rabbits. I guess I'm having trouble wit

with today’s New York Times report that Robert F. Kennedy’s wife, Cheryl Hines of “Curb Your Enthusiasm” notoriety was attacked by the former’s pet emu, we’re coaxed (well, forced) to recall the heyday of the late Rod Hull’s ill-behaved emu (above, left). Before Hull perished in a rooftop antenna-adjusting accident (THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT US TO BELIEVE), his Emu assa

in the words of the wonderful lyricist Bernie Taupin, sorry seems to be the hardest word. Especially if I have to say it many times in one intro. There are a number of inaccurate or potential litigation-bait statements on this week's program and I'd like to profusely apologize for several of them, but perhaps not all of them. I'M SORRY #1 : I regret to referring to decorated astron

This past tuesday, Brexit architect / all-around shit bag Nigel Farage got hit in the face with a flying milkshake. Remarkably, this was only the second time in 5 years Farage has suffered an assault of this sort ; given his words and deeds, it’s somewhat amazing he’s not being pelted with shakes, malts, DQ blizzards and all forms of sticky/gooey substances on a daily basis. Th

over the weekend while attending a very glamorous music festival, I overheard a fellow behind wondering out loud why venues / stage managers cannot employ the most rudimentary of means to stop bass drums from sliding all over the place (perhaps a series of hooks or a curved plastic fixture). Much as I hated to play mr. know-it-all, I carefully explained in my least condescending to

today marks the program’s 4th anniversary and while I certainly appreciate all the well-wishes (which by and large, are preferable than learning you wish I’d fall down a well), I must humbly plead for the barrage of gifts to STOP. As you’re undoubtedly aware, the 4th anniversary is considered a fruit/flowers occasion here in the USA and much like Elton John, I’ve got too ma