Don’t know how I missed this one till now. I grew up listening Joe Frank on late night radio. It was all about his dead pan intonation and minimalist sound design pulling you into these odd stories that just went and went. They still enthrall me.
Life, Mr. Frank once said in a monologue, is like being in a restaurant on a first date with a woman you’ve long admired. But “there is a waiting list and the names will be called in alphabetical order — and your name is Zarathustra.”