This was one of the most aggressive Rock stations in America at the time. We played the heaviest music. Howard Stern did Mornings, and I did Afternoons (and nights before that). We could NEVER do this stuff today. Click Radio To Listen

Yeah…this was just stupid fun. But unlike a lot of other radio “bits”..this was not faked/staged/ This woman was pissed, and the Goldsmith’s people called the station and threatened legal action. Tee Hee Hee…This is what I do for a living.

I don’t know what it is…but there’s more of it in my cereal than anything else. This is what happens when a kid calls the wrong number to complain. My good friend Brad, who’s now a photographer in Kansas City, was sitting in. We pretty much ad-libbed this thing. Speaks volumes about our maturity level. We got the kid to go way further than he ever wanted to.

Remember when Eddie got caught “giving a ride home” to a transvestite hooker in LA? Wrote a song about it. Wanna hear it…here it goes. Based upon Eddie’s actual hit song “(My Girl Likes To) Party All The Time.”

This is up here because the kid you hear as my assistant, snapped, and was eventually arrested while swinging a golf club at Memphis Police. He was a big ‘ol redneck from Dothan, Alabama. A great kid, and I include this in tribute to him. Max Nadley; M.I.A.

Why would a cop call me after getting pulled over? What I edited out of this…was the fact that the officer who got pulled over, asked the officer who pulled him over, to pick a square in a dead pool I was doing on the air at the time called “The James Earl Ray Of Hope.” Which basically was; James Earl Ray, had contracted cirrhosis of the liver, and I was asking people to pick a square on a grid…blah blah blah. If he dies…you win a prize. Yep…”The James Earl Ray Of Hope”…in Memphis. What class?

I’d personally NEVER drive a spike thru my junk. So…go ahead listen. You know you want to. We gave this girl like 5 names so nobody who knew her would know she was there. My personal favorite; “Sherri”….which happened to be my General Manager’s name.

Beautiful porn star in the studio. What you don’t hear on this is the phone call my wife makes during a commercial break. My wife was working for a guy, who Victoria worked for prior to getting into the Adult Entertainment business. She calls and asks; “Is her real name Sheila?” Victoria responds; “who wants to know?” “Pat.” “OH MY GOD How is Pat?” Yeah…instant soft-on.

My caring tribute to John Denver, who died tragically in a plane crash one weekend in 1997. The minute I heard, I wrote this, and played it the following Monday afternoon.

A small sample of the afternoon show from the old 92.9 WMFS. The station is long gone. It was a good time. This is what’s called a scoped aircheck. We send these to potential future employers.