RUSSELL P.

It was a hot, balmy Louisiana night as my mother, six drinks deep, begged for the eleven hour labor marathon to end. Doctors fainted and nurses cried as I popped out and onto the floor. The world would never be the same. My childhood was spent in a tiny, rural town miles away from civilization. Sunlight was piped in. We trapped our food, ate with our hands, and drank out of the river. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but we did get a little bored. That’s where radio came in. On clear nights and with foil-topped antenaes, I could pick up radio stations in Shreveport. The legendary KWKH and KRMD gave me the dreaded ‘radio fever.’ After spending years as a radio prize hog and bugging every disc-jockey from there to New York City, I decided it would be my chosen profession. At the ripe ol’ age of thirteen, I landed my first radio job; emptying trash at the local radio station twice a week. I was paid in free, promotional candy bars. Thank goodness for high metabolism. After high school, I made my way to stations in Shreveport, then Fort Myers, Florida, Tampa Bay, Florida, and even Dallas, Texas. Then came the call to work the Wolf in Music City U.S.A.! I may not have been born here but I got here as fast as I could. Look me up afternoon from 3 til’ 7 and thanks for making me feel right at home. Russ

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