WFMU Sheena's Jungle Room Radio
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| Introduction | It's always late (very late) Saturday night at Sheena's Jungle Room, in a Las Vegas unbound by time and space, a post-political sanctuary for all things Lowbrow. Your emcee Screamin Jay Hawkins presents The Cramps, singing lyrics from Mad Magazine...and thanks to Dr Frankenstein's cosmetic surgery, Jayne Mansfield has returned - the exotic music in her new burlesque show is performed by the zombie-isized Ramones. Tho giant radioactive bugs lurk outside the Lounge's leopard-skin draped interior, powerful tikis stationed out front and switchblade-flicking juvenile delinquents inside have the place covered, thereby ensuring YOU the entertainment experience of a lifetime. |
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| Interests | Why, look at this beautiful crowd we have here tonight - a festival of fezzes! Bouffants and beatle boots! Miniskirts and hawaiian shirts! All enjoying cocktails served by your werewolf bartender. From burlesque bikers and Rat Pack rockabillys, to drag-racing drag queens, all denizens of this den of iniquity share a common mission: to inject some bad-ass-America kool kulture into our increasingly uptight, sexless, nerdy society. We're bringing "hipster" back. |
| Favorite Movies | The drive-in theater out back is showing some really good bad movies. You'll hear choice bits of audio from the films of Ed Wood, Russ Meyer, and John Waters, and clips from classics like "The Beach Girls and The Monster, " "Danger: Diabolik, " "The Brain That Wouldn't Die, " "This Rebel Breed, " "The Ghost of Dragstrip Hollow, " "Lady of Burlesque, " "Dolemite, " and "Frankenstein Meets The Space Monster." Plus! The Three Stooges, biker movies, and anything with Don Knotts or Vincent Price. |
| Favorite Music | Sleazy-listening musics of many eras and styles are featured, but they all have one thing in common: it's got to be HIP, baby. If it's square, we're not aRound! And if you like that bad pun, boy, are you in luck: "adult humor" comics dropping double (or even single) entendre jokes and singing bawdy songs from old, under-the-counter "party records" are sprinkled amidst the swingin' punk rockin' musics, along with the sounds of surreal '60s sit-coms, groovy ads, kitschy public service announcements, and Space Age effects, as anti-rock preachers square off against exploitation movie trailers. |
| Favorite Books | Apart from the main room, and the drive-in theater out back, there's also the coffeehouse down in the basement, and it is, like, BEAT, man. Don a beret or leotard, make with the poetry scene, beat them bongos, discuss philosophy or modern art in that hip lingo that the squares cannot dig, or just blow some cool jazz and head out to dreamsville, baby. I mean, like, WOW... |