Wild FM Radio The Blues Edition

Ever wonder why heartbreaks, hangovers, and horrible decisions make the best blues tracks? Tonight, we're cranking up the volume on Wild FM Radio to explore those smokey bar anthems that make you want to pour a stiff drink and contemplate life choices. We're starting with Ruby Red, hot Rivers, whose sultry voice captures every ounce of emotion in "Whiskey and Sinful Nights." It's a melody that wraps around you like a smoky haze, pulling you into the world of neon lights and broken promises.

But the night doesn't stop there. Midnight Moses takes us on a gritty journey through the musical streets of Memphis with "Lustful Lips and Lady Luck." His gravelly vocals make you feel every heartbeat of Beale Street's blues, where love is as elusive as the shadows that dance around you. So strap in as we take you from Memphis to Chicago, introducing unforgettable voices and soul-stirring tunes that paint pictures of lost love and fleeting luck. It's a blues lover's paradise, and you're invited to feel every note.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:04):
you're locked in to the wildest ride on the airwaves
.
No rules, no limits, no filter,just pure, untamed sound.
Feel the rush, hear the roar.
This is wild radio.
This is Wild Radio.

(00:30):
Turn it up, break the dial staywild.

Speaker 3 (00:49):
Ladies and gentlemen, lovers of the late night neon
and the dirty whiskey soakedtruth of life, Welcome to Wild
FM Radio, where the volume ishigh, the topics are low down
and tonight it's all about theblues.

Speaker 4 (00:57):
That's right baby the blues, where every heartbreak,
hangover and horrible decisiongets turned into song so damn
good.
You almost want to make thesame mistake again, just to feel
it twice.

Speaker 3 (01:11):
Nova, that sounds like the reason why you're still
single.

Speaker 4 (01:13):
Hey, hey, I prefer emotionally untethered, more
like uncontrolled and proud.
Now let's kick things off withsong that's as smooth as fine
bourbon and just as dangerous.
This one's from the sultryqueen of smoky bars and broken
hearts Ruby Red, hot Rivers withWhiskey and Sinful Nights.
Pour yourself a drink and soakthis one in guitar solo.

Speaker 2 (02:00):
Moonlight dripping off, the neon signs, gambling
hearts on borrowed time, whiskeyflowing like a river wide.
Every secret drowning in thestride Secret, drowning in the

(02:27):
strife.
Late night whispers In a smokyhaze, soulful tunes on a
guitar's gaze, shadows dancingon the barstow floor.
Each knows a story we've allheard before Memphis blues and

(02:55):
sinful nights, whiskey, dreamsand flashing lights, broken
promises on silent lips.
Life's a gamble.
With a whiskey, sip down andout, it was sky high bound Each

(03:27):
lost soul that's wandering round.
In every broken chord.
Sweet refrain, you findyourself and lose the pain.
Sirens sing from the gravelroads.

Speaker 1 (03:57):
Heartaches melt where the whiskey flows, time stands
still with every beat.
Life ain't easy, but it'sbittersweet.

Speaker 2 (04:11):
Memphis blues and sinful nights, whiskey drinks
and flashing lights.

Speaker 4 (04:46):
Broken promises on silent lips.
Life's a gamble.
With a whiskey set, oh, thatsong makes me want to sip on

(05:06):
something dark and regretsomething light.
Oh, so your usual Tuesday night, pretty much.
But man, ruby, red, hot Riversjust gets it.
That voice, that swagger.
She sings like she's got abroken heart in one hand and a
shot blast in the other.

Speaker 3 (05:22):
That's because she probably does.
Up next, we've got a scorcherfrom a man who sounds like he
smokes cigars for breakfast andwashes them down with a bottle
of bad decisions.
Midnight Moses, here's lustfullips and lady luck.

Speaker 4 (05:35):
If that ain't perfect , I don't know what is the
craving the wrong person andabout hoping you win at
something for once in your damnlife?
Sounds like you're datinghistory and I wouldn't change a
thing.
Here's Midnight, moses.
Try not to let your clothesfall off, people down on Beale

(06:10):
Street feeling rough.

Speaker 2 (06:13):
Life dealt me hands not enough.
Strum my six string late atnight.
Moon's my only source of light.
Whiskey bottle by my feet,Dusty road where lovers meet.
Her lips are red our chancesslim.

Speaker 1 (06:39):
Play a tune that feels like sin, oh lady love,
where have you gone?

Speaker 2 (06:47):
Chasing shadows until dawn.
Love's full lips that slip away.
Memphis blues All night we play, walking past the neon lights.

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Guitar crying out its flight,voices mingle in the air.
Dreams of fortune everywhere.
Dice keep rolling, one or two,many times.
Lux, a ghost in smoky chimes.

(07:33):
Lustful lips, they haunt mydreams.
Memphis blues and muted screamsLosing muted screens.

(08:13):
Street calls rhythm in thenight, faded faces out of sight,
every quarter shattered.
Dream Life is never what itseems.
Thank you.

Speaker 3 (09:15):
While midnight Moses never disappoints, that voice is
like gravel and honey had alove child.
That's what I want people tosay about me, More like if
whiskey and bad life choices hada child you flatter me.

Speaker 4 (09:27):
Now.
Get ready, because we're aboutto hit the streets of Chicago
with a bluesman who sounds likehe's been singing since the
Great Depression.
Hobo Hank the Howler brings usMidnight in the Windy City, the
kind of song that makes you feellike you're standing under a
flickering streetlight watchingthe rain wash away your last
dollar and probably your dignity.

(09:47):
Speak for yourself.
Anyways, here's Hobo Hank theHowler down the L track shadow
in my wake city.

Speaker 2 (10:08):
Lights are flashing streets so wide awake, neon
dreams.
They shimmer where the riverbends, concrete conversations
where the night begins.
Lonely hearts on State Streetjive to the groove.

(10:34):
Homeowner took cries out everytime we moved.
Soulful echoes Whisper tales oflove and sin.
Midnight in the windy city, letthe blues begin.

(10:56):
Rush of life and memoriesTangled in the night.
Steel guitars and alleywaysstrumming to the fight.
Faces in the windows, shadowson the ground.

(11:20):
Midnight wind is singing tothat mournful sound.
Lonely hearts on State Streetjive to the groove.
High mauling of cries out everytime we move.

(11:40):
Soulful echoes whisper tales oflove and sin.
Midnight in the windy city, letthe blues begin.
Old man by the bar seeking outthe past, whiskey in his bottle,

(12:09):
bottle Stories that will last.
Broken hearts serenade With aweary tune Underneath the
moonlight In a smoky room.
Lonely hearts on State Streetjive to the groove.

(12:32):
A monocle cries out every timewe move.
Soulful echoes whisper tales oflove and sin.

Speaker 3 (13:18):
Midnight in a windy city, let the blues begin.
Thank you, Tam Hobo.
Hank always makes me feel likeI need a trench coat and a bad
habit.

Speaker 4 (13:36):
Same, but I already got the bad habits.

Speaker 3 (13:38):
Oh, trust me, we know Now, sticking with that Chicago
blues vibe, we've got LowdownLucy with Windy City Woes.
She's got that voice that makesyou feel things you didn't even
know you had Like ourconscience.
I was thinking more like anexistential crisis, but sure,
here's Lowdown Lucy.

Speaker 2 (14:05):
Riding high on a midnight train.
Silver rails cut through thepain, city lights they call my
name, but nothing ever stays thesame.
Smoke curls up from mycigarette.

(14:29):
Memories fade, can't justforget.
Street corners hum.
A lonesome tale Echoes throughthe night, so frail.
Oh, the windy city blowsThrough my heart.

(14:52):
It comes and goes Down by theriver where the blues unfold,
leaving stories left untold.
Neon signs they flicker bright,but love got lost in the urban

(15:15):
night.
Cobblestone dreams and brokenglass caught in the net of the
city's grass.
Busker plays on a hazy dawn Amatter to wails the world
forlorn Steel guitar cries tearsof rain In this town of endless

(15:45):
pain.
Oh, the windy city blowsThrough my heart.
It comes and goes Down by theriver where the blues unfold,

(16:38):
leaving stories left untold.
Guitar solo oh, the windy cityblows Through my heart.
It comes and goes Down by theriver where the blues unfold,

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leaving stories left untold.

Speaker 4 (17:08):
All right, you blues lovers.
It's time for the main event,the song of the week.
And who better to bring us homethan the legendary Magnolia?
Me with my man, Done Left Me.

Speaker 3 (17:18):
Because, let's be honest, if your man didn't leave
you, can you really call it theblues?

Speaker 4 (17:22):
Exactly, and Magnolia Me makes you feel it.

Speaker 3 (17:24):
She doesn't just sing the blues, she bleeds them,
just like your last ex when shefound out about the other ex.

Speaker 4 (17:31):
And that's why I only date men who don't want sharp
objects.

Speaker 3 (17:34):
Good plan.
All right, folks, here'sMagnolia Me with our song of the
week.
My man Done Left Me.
I'm left today Empty bed, coldas night.

Speaker 5 (18:07):
Heartache stays out of sight.
Heart swing creaks alone.
Wind carries tears.
Unknown Cup of joe, black andtrue Sugar can't hide the blue.
My man done, left me crying soheavy feels like dying.
Footsteps fade down the lane,lost in this endless pain.

(18:32):
Old guitars, drums, my woes.
Notes follow where he goes.
Rivers, death can't compare tothe grief.
In my step, cicadas sing thissong loneliness all day long,

(18:54):
bottles dry.
Can't pretend.
Whiskey won't bring him backagain.
My man done, left me crying soheavy feels like dying.
Footsteps fade down the lane,lost in this endless pain.
I'm going to play a song called.

(19:17):
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.

(19:38):
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song called.
I'm going to play a song.
Old guitars, trumps my woes.
Notes follow where he goes.
Rivers' depth can't compare Tothe grief.
In my stare, cicadas sing theirsong Loneliness all day long

(20:01):
Bottles dry.
Can't pretend Whiskey won'tbring him back again.
My man done left me crying soheavy feels like dying footsteps
fade down the lane, lost inthis endless pain I sense pain

(20:38):
that was like a heartbreak,wrapped in velvet and set on
fire.

Speaker 3 (20:42):
Exactly how I like my music and my revenge.

Speaker 4 (20:45):
And, on that note, it's time for us to get out of
here.
You've been listening to WildFM Radio, where the music's
dirty, the jokes are filthierand the hosts are completely
unqualified for real jobs.
Speak for yourself.

Speaker 3 (20:57):
But yeah, until next time, keep your drinks full,
your regrets low and your blueshigh.

Speaker 4 (21:07):
And if your heart gets broken.

Speaker 1 (21:08):
Just remember, at least you'll have a great song
to go with it.
You're locked in to the wildestride on the airwaves.
No rules, no limits, no filter,just pure, untamed sound.
Feel the rush, hear the roar.
This is Wild Radio.

(21:29):
Turn it up, break the dial,stay wild.
No rules, no limits, no filter,just pure, untamed sound.

(22:05):
Feel the rush, hear the roar.
This is Wild Radio.

Speaker 2 (22:18):
My love's like the gout, Stay wild.
Love's like the gout stay wild.
Thank you.