Creed Canceled Twice

Category: Neanderpaul Sings! - Parody & Satire

This is (along with “Stand Here To Pee” & “Only Scott Knows Why”) part of my famed “Creed Trilogy.” Remember when they were near the end the first time, and canceling shows?  They blew off Sacramento twice due to “illness.” Except Stapp was well enough to play a corporate gig in SF the night after the cancellation. Fans had had enough, and I was the conduit through which they spoke.

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KRXQ-Sacramento @ Ozzfest Unedited W/ Papa Roach

Category: Sacramento - KRXQ - 98 Rock!

Before becoming Jacoby Shaddix…he was merely a Dick. He rolled up for our interview, on a Segway. Exactly. Gotta give him credit though. He was *way* ahead of everyone else when it came to playing around on one of those things. Now, ever mall-cop in America rolls deep on one. And yes…Coby says bad words during this interview. This is the unedited feed

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Radio & Records Music Director Of The Year

Category: Awards & Press - Neanderpaul Speaks!

R&R Award

I’ve been nominated a couple of times for “Music Director Of The Year” by Radio & Records Magazine. It’s pretty cool, and I’m flattered for the recognition

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We Have A Winner!

Category: Boston - If it Rocks...It's 107.3 WAAF!

Part II of the “First Annual Fat Guy Sausage Run…For The Kids” We always had a good time with these “Yuck The Fankees” broadcasts.

Fun Fact: *I* invented the “Yuck The Fankees” bit in the city of Boston. I never messed it up on the air…and I also never trademarked it. Someone else did, and I’m out a *TON* of cash.

The run itself was pretty uneventful. You know…cuz we couldn’t see them. And, even if we could…it’s still radio. And so…To the victor…goes the spoiled meat.

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The “Fat Guy Sausage Run”

Category: Boston - If it Rocks...It's 107.3 WAAF!

An athletic endeavor of such extraordinary magnitude, that it has to be held pre-game at Fenway Park.  Another in the “Yuck The Fankees” series. This is part 1 of 2. Keep in mind, the Sox were down to the Yankees at this point, with no chance of coming back. Or, so we thought. Little did we know what would transpire. Either way, we had a blast.

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