Metric Rebel Pillows

"The guy who didn’t know his cholesterol, his B.M.I., his net worth, his I.Q., his credit score, his astrological sign, or his ancestry."

"Think of it as buying in – not selling out."

"No, I really thought each sentence ended with an emoji!"

"The batteries in his TV remote died. The shock of not being able to use it for two minutes has put him in a temporary state of shock."

"But if you change your system preferences to match mine, is it really love?"

'My next selection is a protest song against piano lessons.'

"The next song was sixties anthem for the youth subculture of revolution, anarchy and anti-establishment...and can now be heard in elevators worldwide."

Blues artis's daily list

"I told you he'd enjoy that more than a Gameboy."

"I really got used to working from home."

"Sarge, he says he wants to make a 'fashion statement'!"

Fuzz - Fuzzy writes a song with something missing.

Non-Uniform Day Today.

Institute for Artificial Intelligence.

"I'm turning into my mother, and it's awesome!"

"It's people like you who are ruining rock and roll for the rest of us."

Johnny departs from the Family Banjo Tradition.

Machine consciousness - a robot thinking. The thought is in the form of a printed circuit board. The robot is a clockwork toy robot, to emphasise the infancy of the concepts involved

Hipster Police Department

'What are you going to be when you grow up. . . if the neighbours let you?'

Resume of Claude Brisketson Composer

"Look at these old clothes, Dylan! You know, tie-dye HAS made a comeback!"

"Ah, summertime! Robert Potts is sitting in for Jim Jensen, who is sitting in for Harry Reasoner, who is sitting in for Walter Cronkite, who is on vacation."

"This machine kills fascists, and this machine kills fascists, and this one is just a guitar."

Proposed Changes To The Laws Of Gravity

'What does he know about turning a profit? He wasn't even at Woodstock!'

Drat. Your bolts are metric,but my tools aren't.

Levon Helm

The Threat of AI

Cowpunk

"This next song is for all the music teachers who said I'd never make it."

Driverless Car

"What was Santa thinking calling me Dancer? I think I have two left feet..."

Good morning and welcome to National Public Radio, you bloated capitalist swine!

The oldest swinger in town.