It’s time to hotbox wherever you are quarantining with some dank reggae beats. You know it. We know it. Roll one with your pals at Balcony Radio and let two dozen of the best songs you’ve never heard waft over your eardrums. It’s episode 16 of Songs From the Yard, and we can’t think of a better place to ride out the pandemic than in Jamaica with this soundtrack. (Even if it’s only in your socially distant mind.)
Hut hut hike . . . it’s time to go deep with Balcony Radio for some music dedicated to punting, passing and catching the ol’ pigskin. Let us soundtrack your post-game come down (and helping of leftovers) with the best songs about football you can throw a flag at. Don’t jump offsides and watch the holding, this one is gonna split the uprights.
Hey there, buddy . . . why don’t you join your pals here at BalconyRadio as we pay respects to one of the greatest songwriters America has ever produced: Mr. John Prine. In Lesson 147 of the 101 Series, we take a stroll through the man’s impressive discography and find out that he never put out a bad record. That’s hard to do. Roll one up, have some peaches, try to find Jesus and get ready for some of the best music you’ll hear all week long.
The cover charge is handled, the pregaming has been done and we’re ready to get our facemasks knocked off. The amps are plugged in and humming for episode 16 of Sock Rocking Beats, this week it is our testament to the awesomeness of live rock music. We got a couple dozen songs that will have you fist pumping in your chair. You know what this quarantine needs: noise noise noise. Even from six feet away, these songs are gonna kick your ass.
Alright, pull up a bean bag, it’s time for some music your weird uncle likes. Join Balcony Radio in backseat of the Econoline for some of the best prog rock you’ve ever been subjected to. In episode 16 of Long Song Silver, we go ten minutes plus of tunes that will make any man with a long beard and thick glasses air guitar. And air drum. And air keyboard. And air bass. And air vocals….
Hey hep cats and kittens, it’s once again time to turn back the clock and rock your socks off. The juke box is loaded up with some of the best true to your school tunes of the 50s and early 60s. It’s time for I Remember That . . . the only radio show that’ll have you hopping and bopping to real deal oldies. Balcony Radio saved you a space in our booth and malts are on the way. The fries are for the table and the music is for everyone in the room.
2020 is . . . over. Finally. Geez, right? Even though it was a tough 365 days, there was still music. Put your mask on and join your pals at BalconyRadio for our annual “Best of the Year” mixtape. We’ve got two dozen of the best rock, pop, hip and hop and country tracks released during a time we’d probably all like to forget. The year might have been a dumpster fire, but the soundtrack to everything being terrible isn’t so bad . . . Stay healthy and six feet apart, see you in 2021.
Ho ho . . . whatever. 2020 is almost over and it felt like one giant lump of coal. Even though we need to socially distance this holiday season, we’ve still got music . . . lots of it. Join the elves at Balcony Radio for our 51st Annual Holiday Radio Pageant, where we stuff your stockings with the best tunes about Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and even Solstice for the old school pagans out there. No matter how you celebrate the season, there’s always music. Let Balcony Radio soundtrack the end of your year.
Greetings again from Quarantineville. We’ve set a place for you with another serving of our Fab Four tribute programme High Tea with The Beatles. This week, it’s episode #16 and we’ve got a tasty variety of “LIVE” performances of band and solo material for you to chip a tooth on. Relax and float upstream with a couple dozen tracks from that band your (Grand)mum liked so much. Stay inside, put on your mask, and shine yer boots, we got the music covered.
Time for another musical dispatch from Quarantineville from your partners at BalconyRadio.com. This time out, we get the boys in the band within six feet of your ears for our little show Have the Rolling Stones Killed. Mick, Keef, Charlie, Marianne and the rest are ready to rock your socially distant asses off with songs hotter than your mum’s shepherd’s pie. Put on your mask and crank it. (The music, we mean.)