Papa’s Basement Radio Show
My apologies for the fact it’s been three fucking weeks or thereabouts since the last episode of Papa’s Basement. I promise I have sorted out the issues that plagued us and I’m recording a new episode by the end of the week. But, in the meantime, I figured it wouldn’t
Over the weekend, Jim Vance, a DC-area legend, passed away. Vance was the anchor of the local NBC affiliate’s nightly news for nearly 50 years, an unheard of run. I could go on about his accolades, his pedigree and what he meant to everyone in this city, but his former
Look at this, I’m going to type an episode summary that actually reflects the contents of the episode. Miracles do happen! We start the episode with me disclosing the results of an ancestry test that, when you look at my face, aren’t exactly shocking. The show then spends a (possibly
The Wizard of Wad, the Godfather of Grindr, Brian Bolte, is leaving DC. For those of you that don’t know Brian, he is friend to countless performers in the DC comedy scene and, most importantly as far as I’m concerned, co-host of Papa’s Football Podcast. A genuinely good person (believe
I might (or might not) come up with a witty, extended description for this episode after the sixteen burgers I ate this July 4th make their way lower in my digestive system so they’re no longer pressing on my lungs, causing my to breathe like a smoker on his deathbed.
I am one of the few people that actually remembers the original “Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling” (or GLOW) from their brief, late-80s cable tv reign. You see, I wanted to watch the WWF. My dad, a Greek immigrant who thought watching men in tights grope each other was “gay” (prove
In a certain sense, Shawn Westfall is the creative father of the Papa’s Basement Show cast. Pete Maybe, Chris Lingebach and I have all studied improv at his Unified Scene Theater in DC. True, we have only studied and performed there for the previous year, so maybe he’s more like
After a few weeks of semi-organized chaos, the Papa’s Basement show is back to form with one of those episodes where I barely remember what we discussed, just that it was funny as hell. The episode’s name is drawn from a great conversation about a certain behavior women need to
I had never heard the story of Serene Branson, a CBS reporter who, apparently, had a mild stroke on-air. Co-host Chris Lingebach introduces me to the clip at the top of the show, then channels Serene’s spirit flawlessly for the rest of the episode. Is he drunk? On cold pills?
Most episodes of a show feature a strong central theme, a foundation, if you will, upon which the rest of the show is built, every piece intricately falling into place. Other times, Chris Lingebach shows up and screams the words “shitty beans” into the microphone 100 times and you call
Co-host Pete and I have been studying improv comedy for the better part of a year now. And, in the world of improv, the most famed theater out there is the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater in NYC, which has produced countless famous alumni (Aziz Ansari, Amy Poehler and Donald Glover,
Disgraced former New England Patriot and convicted murderer Aaron Hernandez hanged himself in his cell last week, the timing of which was odd for a variety of reasons. Despite serving time for one murder, he had actually just beaten a double murder wrap, and was poised to fight his previous
Chris Lingebach (1987-2017) was an immense comedic talent cut down far before his time. He was also, more importantly, a good friend. A friend who happened to suffer from high anxiety. You see, Chris Lingebach is taking a vacation to Mexico this Wednesday. And, while he isn’t certain how he’s
It’s always a great day in the Papa’s Basement studios (which, ironically, is not located in a basement) when companies send us innovative and fun products to give away to the listeners (or keep, if my fingers are feeling especially sticky). This week we have not one, not four, but
Have you ever seen a really attractive homeless person? I mean exceptionally beautiful, to the point your jaw dropped? Well, on the way in to record this episode, I did. The woman in question looked like a young Jessica Simpson (and couldn’t be any dumber, so bonus) and it left