Dave Rabbit: The Man, The Myth, The LEGEND!
According to legend, Dave Rabbit was a real life U.S.
Air
Force
sergeant who either during or after his single tour of duty in
South
Vietnam
during the Vietnam War rigged up an FM stereo transmitter
sometime ca.
1971 to blast
"Hard Acid Rock Music To Blow [People's] Mind[s] With" and to
help fuel
the Vietnam counterculture that coarsed through the ranks of
disenchanted U.S. service men and women in the later years of
the
Vietnam War. It is believed that someone recorded one of
the few
shows of Radio First Termer and upon returning to the United
States,
duplicated the recording, and sold copies of it through a
classified
advertisement in
Rolling Stone magazine in the early 1970s. Although sale
of the
original copy of the
only-surviving recording of Radio First Termer eventually
ceased, fans
of the charismatic Dave Rabbit apparently duplicated the
recording and
shared it from friend-to-friend over the years. It is also
believed that the one show from 1971 that is featured on this
site is
the only surviving recording of the original Radio First Termer.
Until 2006, not much else was known about the
elusive and charismatic Dave Rabbit who, thanks to the Internet
and
those of us who have always appreciated his satirical and comic
genius,
has continued to acquire legions of followers more than thirty
years after his initial 21-day reign on the Ether at "69 MHz on
your FM
dial" from somewhere in the
Saigon underground in January 1971. However, on February
9, 2006
Dave Rabbit
himself
discovered the phenomenon that he and his show have become while
Google'ing for
photographs on the Vietnam War for a research project, and he
surfaced
to tell
the real story behind Radio First Termer. He has produced
a short
autobiography, which is reproduced below, regarding his
experiences in the Air Force during the Vietnam War and in the
short-lived but forever memorable 21 days of broadcasting from
the "Big
69" from somewhere in downtown Saigon in January 1971. On
February 14, 2006, he was interviewed for a special feature for
the DVD
edition of the documentary film Sir,
No Sir! about the GI Anti-Vietnam War Movement and the
Vietnam
Counterculture.
Dave took or posed for many photographs during his
three
tours in South Vietnam, and he has been kind enough to share with
us
many of his photographs and to provide narration that I have
adapted
and associated with each of the photographs. Please feel
free
view and enjoy photographs
of
Dave and his tours in South Vietnam.
Many
visitors
to this page over the
years have written me either
to
inquire about who Dave was or is or to suggest his true
identity.
Several candidates were suggested:
- Rabbett (a.k.a. Robert Abbett) of Internet
Radio
Hawaii.
I emailed Mr. Abbett and asked him if he was Dave Rabbit, and
he
replied
that he was not. Also, according to his resume, he was in
college from
1971
to 1977, thus making it highly unlikely that was also in
Vietnam at the same time.
- Art Bell: It had also
been suggested
syndicated radio host and government conspiracy theorist was
Dave
Rabbit.
Indeed, he has some pirate radio experience in his past.
According to
his personal history,
he and a
sidekick ran a pirate radio station on Amarillo Air Force
base where he was stationed. He certainly has the
personality to
have
been
Dave Rabbit. However, Amarillo is a long way from Tan
San Nhut
AFB, so it seems highly unlikely that he would have been our
beloved
Dave Rabbit. I dropped an email to the address on his
web
site
asking if he is Dave, but he never replied.
- Pat Sajak, the Vietnam-era in-country DJ and long-time
host
of TV's Wheel of Fortune was rumored to be Dave.
I have
not explored this possibility,
but I also doubt he would be Dave Rabbit because of his
notoriety in
legitimate
radio broadcasting during the war. Speculation that
Pat Sajak
was Dave may be an offshoot of the now discredited theory
that the
Radio First Termer program was a hoax and protest produced
by AFVN
personnel.
21 Days in the Saigon Underground
The Birth and Death
Of
Radio First Termer
By Dave Rabbit
35
years after the last words were spoken on the "Big 69," I find
myself excited again about having the opportunity to relive and
tell
the true story of a part of my life that will be with me until
they
bury me face down in my grave so the whole world can kiss my
ass.
Just
kidding! I have had a great life. However, like all
things,
there
always seems to be something missing and, in my case, it was not
being
able to do my 3-hour radio program for an eternity. The fun,
the
fly by
the seat of my pants without a net shows, the close calls, the
looking
over my shoulder knowing that this may be the day I end up
spending the
rest of my tour in Long Bien prison. It was a
self-inflicted,
self-fragging adrenalin rush. The only purpose of the show
was to
give
the troops a laugh, a break from the life and death struggle that
they
were in second to second, if only for a heartbeat. I wish I
could
tell
you that I had a master plan or even had an agenda when it started
out.
I cannot. However, it is funny how things that are not
planned in
the
beginning seem to mold things as they go and you find yourself
hanging
on for dear life on a roller coaster from hell. As I recount
the
events
that led me to Saigon and my destiny, remember that only one
little
thing had to change, just one. If any little thing changed
on
this
journey, Radio First Termer would have never existed. One
other
bit of
irony, if you will, is that my birthday is August 15, 1948.
AFVN’s
first day of broadcast in Vietnam was August 15, 1962, on
my 14th
birthday. You can call it luck, I call it FATE.
In the
summer
of
1965, about the time Adrian Cronauer was giving AFVN a new reality
check, I was an incoming junior in my High School. I always
had a
desire to be a rock and roll star. I had a Fender guitar and
a
Fender
amp. Three
other
students and I started a band, and in our minds,
we
were going to be the next Beatles. One day, about 6
weeks
later,
two
other guys came over for a jam session, and they were great.
Bottom
line: I sucked, and was told I was not needed. After my
junior
year
started, I was approached by the new guys and asked if I would be
interested in just singing. I said yes, and one
of
the hottest
bands in
our area was born. During this time of screaming
out songs by the Kinks, Rolling Stones, Beatles, etc. (
Don't
Take Your Love Away (Side A) Midnight
In Mexico (Side B)), my voice began to change a
bit and became deeper. This was also, and there are numerous
teachers
(if they were still alive) that would attest to this, [when] I
began my
class clown, hell raiser, indestructible stage. The band and
I stayed
together until my senior year until I got in a fight with a fan
and was
fired. Such is the life of a rock star.
Like most
students of the time, I watched the Vietnam War play out over
dinner
with my folks. With each passing story, with each passing
death
that I
saw, I knew that I was not going to go there. As I had a
late
birthday,
August 15, my parents held me back a year, and I did not start
school
until I was seven. Therefore, on August 15, 1966, I was an
incoming
senior
and was draftable by the Army since I was eighteen. Of
course, I
was
deferred because I was still in High School, but I knew my days
were
numbered, and I had, if memory serves me, a low number. Upon
graduation in
May 1967, I made the intelligent decision that I was bored with
school
and did not want to go to college. So, to avoid being
drafted and
going
to Vietnam, I enlisted in the U. S. Air Force for four
years.
"I'll
show them," I said. Therefore, on my 19th birthday, August
15,
1967, I
left for basic training in Amarillo, Texas. From basic, I
went to
tech
school for Ground Radio at Keesler AFB in Biloxi,
Mississippi.
After 6
weeks, I found out that I was colorblind, and so the Air Force
gave me
a
choice of reassignment. I had the choice of Security Police
or
Supply.
I chose SUPPLY and went to Lowry AFB in Denver, Colorado.
This
Air
Force career choice, unknown to me at the time, would be
instrumental
in my story.
My first
real
assignment and duty was Barksdale AFB in Shreveport,
Louisiana.
Barksdale was command headquarters 2nd Air Force for SAC
(Strategic Air
Command) and the home of the B-52s. Now one thing that you
must
know
is that if every command other than SAC demanded pressed
uniforms, highly polished shoes, quarters bouncing off the beds 2
feet
in the air when dropped.... then SAC was 10 times worse.
Even
with my
con artist ability to get night shift duty where I was virtually
self-employed, the barracks inspections and all the bullshit
associated
with it was not my choice of life. Therefore, as the old
saying
went in
those days, if I wanted to get out of SAC, I had to make a drastic
move. The next day, after a few of us who felt the same way
had a
night
out drinking, we all marched into the personnel office and
volunteered
for Vietnam. We walked out laughing and saying to each other
that it
would be 6 to 8 months or more before we would have possible
orders. We
all had orders in less than 30 days. My next assignment: Cam
Ranh
Bay,
Vietnam.
May
1968: If
memory serves, the flight from the states to Vietnam was around 16
hours. I remember when the pilot came over the loudspeaker
and
informed
us that we were beginning our descent, I looked out my window and
saw
the dark green mountains and wondered where "charlie" was
hiding.
I
also remember a chill coming over me and saying to myself
"Shit!
What
have I gotten myself into!!" The guy next to me said "Amen." Cam
Ranh
Bay: the gateway to Vietnam. Every major incoming and
outgoing
item
that supported the war, including new troops, went through Cam
Ranh
Bay. My year tour of duty at Cam Ranh was not that
eventful. The
biggest thing I had to deal with is watching the civilian jets
land
with new incoming troops, refuel, and watch them take off again
with a
plane load of survivors who were lucky enough to make it through
and go
back to the "world" again. It was truly
heartbreaking.
More
heartbreaking than that, however, were the caskets that were being
loaded into the military cargo planes. If ever a person
needed a
dose
of reality, that flight line would give it to you.
Towards
the
end
of my tour at Cam Ranh, I went to personnel and selected my top
three
choices for stateside. I chose great bases with little
chicken
shit
factors. When my orders arrived, I was excited since I was
getting the hell
out of Vietnam. I opened my orders to see what great
assignment I
had,
and there it was: Tinker AFB, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
Great!
F**KED by
the Air Force again. Tinker was a depot base that was 90%
civilian run
with the 10% military being the step and fetch it boys. Now
I
find
myself doing some really important work for the war effort by
doing
inventory control and counting nuts and bolts. Well, to
quote an
old
country and western star I told them "take this job and shove
it". I
marched down to personnel and, you guessed it, volunteered for
another
Vietnam tour. In almost the time it took me to pack my bags,
I
was off
to Phan Rang Air Base, South Vietnam.
August
1969:
Believe it or not, I was home. Unlike Cam Ranh, Phan Rang
was
considered an R & R site for the ground troops. We had
an
air-conditioned theater (the Viking Theater), a swimming pool,
movie
stars (just
kidding). I
was assigned to Headquarters Squadron this time, not supply, and
as I
told you at the very beginning, FATE was going to lend a
hand. I
was
roomed (cubicalled) with a fairly decent guy, but he was short and
only
was there a few days. My next roommate, who arrived a few
days
later,
was assigned to the broadcast group for the base. They did
interviews
with the troops, sent the tapes back home to the folks and to the
papers, that kind of thing. We hit it off okay, although we
were
complete opposites in personality. He was very close to the
vest,
and
as for me, well; let us say I was not. Then, one day he
comes
into our
hooch
and informs me that Phan Rang is going to start doing a local
3-hour
broadcast that will override AFVN's signal. He informs me
that
all of
the bases are creating their own little radio stations and shows
and
will promote activities that are happening in their own
communities. He
says he will have to ask his Major, but feels that, if I wanted
to, I
could be his studio engineer for the launch of RADIO PHAN RANG,
101.75
FM.
It was a
crazy
set-up. We had a couple of Teac reel to reel decks, an
amplifier,
a
monitor speaker, a portable cassette player, a turntable, a
telephone
and a few cords and wires that hooked everything together.
However, the
neatest thing was this little switch. When 8 p.m rolled
around
(and we
had a big clock that was God), we flipped the switch which put our
signal out over the radio relay station that overlooked Phan
Rang. 50 watts was nothing to brag about, but it covered not
only
our base, but
also the towns and hamlets that surrounded Phan Rang. We use
to
do a
gig where I would call in as "charlie" and request certain songs
to be
played. Occasionally, the "boss" would let me do a Red Cross
donut
dolly report or something equally as stupid, but as the Japanese
once
said, "Beware the sleeping giant." That year, I learned a
tremendous
amount of things, but more important, made a tremendous number of
friends in the Relay Station. By August 1970, my tour was
coming
to a
close. My year at Phan Rang was extremely productive, and in
addition to
all the others I had met, I became best friends with a member of
personnel whose name was "Pete Sadler." Not wanting to go
through the
nightmare of stateside roulette again, with a little help from
"Pete,"
I was given another Vietnam volunteer assignment, to Tan Son Nhut
Air
Base, Saigon, and he decided to tag along.
September
1970: After going home for a 30-day leave, I arrived at my
final
Vietnam
destination: Saigon. It was beautiful. Again, I was
stationed in
Headquarters Squadron, and "Pete" and I became roommates.
Over
the
course of the next few months, we listened to the bullshit that
was
constantly cranking out on AFVN. Stars & Stripes was no
better. I
remember receiving some newspapers from my Mom and comparing them
to
what we were being told in the Stars & Stripes. That is
when
"Pete"
and I really started understanding what bullshit was being poured
over
our families and friends back home, but more importantly, the guys
who
were putting their lives on the line every day and not realizing
that
we were never going to be able to win the war in Vietnam.
The
politicians and their buddies, who were cranking out weapons and
ammo
out the kazoo, were making sure of that. Winning was not
profitable.
"Pete"
and I
kicked around doing a show similar to what was done at Phan
Rang.
The
bad news, of course, is that Saigon is home to AFVN, and if they
kicked
out someone like Adrian Cronauer, I surely would not have a chance
in
hell to do a LEGITIMATE show. What to do, what to do.
If my
dream was
to take shape, I needed help, and I needed it from the right
people. The first thing we needed was equipment: the same
rig
that we had at
Phan
Rang, but better. I thought about asking my parents for a
thousand, but
instead I decided that "Midnight Supply" was a more viable
option. A friend of
a
friend of a friend of a friend made sure we had the best.
Next,
we
needed a place to broadcast from. We surely could not do it
from
the
base - we had to do it somewhere in downtown Saigon. But
where? There
was a "gentlemen's club" a.k.a. "whore house" where "Pete" knew
the
"madam." We approached her about renting one of her rooms on
a
monthly
basis on the top floor in the far back. She requested a few
things in
return for the favor of keeping her mouth and those of her girls
shut.
You might recall that I said choosing SUPPLY would be important
down
the way
for an Air Force job. So, we had a friend of a friend of a
friend
of a
friend deliver a few products that guaranteed us our first 30 days
and
additional products for whatever time after that was
required.
The next
thing was to make the room soundproof as possible since we could
not
have
street sounds, screaming, or banging next door interrupt our
shows. We
covered the room in 1" thick cork tiles and mattresses. We
added
a few
pieces of needed furniture here and there, and the studio was
set.
We
did some test runs with recording and playback to see if we could
hear
background noise, etc. The only thing we added was foam
padding
around
"Pete's" and my microphones. That small addition allowed me
to
get
closer to the microphone as well.
It
is
November
1970, and everything is ready except material and how to broadcast
our
signal beyond the Saigon area. Those friends of mine that I
made
back
at Phan Rang in the Relay Station were the true geniuses that made
everything happen. AFVN was able to carry their signal
throughout
Southeast Asia because they relayed their signal from tower to
tower
throughout the country. If we could not go all the way, I
did not
want to risk it at all. Fortunately for us, the Phan Rang
guys
had some
great friends in the other area stations, and with a few
electronic
devices and wiring, we were set to go with a flick of a
switch.
Not
counting the hotel full of whores, we now had a group of about 10
trusted people that knew what we were going to do.
Recruiting
"Nguyen" was a no brainer for us. We knew we needed a female
voice, and
she was a bud and we trusted her. More important than that,
she
worked
in the office of AFVN and got us all kinds of filler stuff,
including
"Your Air Force in Action." Probably the most important
thing she
did
for us, however, was let us know how "hot" we were and if we
needed to
shut down.
It is
Thanksgiving 1970. "Pete," "Nguyen," and I meet at the station to
begin
our final plans of what we want to do. Believe it or not, at
this
stage
we had not decided on a name or anything like that, as it would be
moot
if we could not get on the air. The original program name
was
going to
be Radio First Timer to play off the "first time in country"
slogan.
However, the more we sounded out with each other, it just did not
ring
for us, and so we changed it to Radio First Termer. Since we
were
going
to be broadcasting in FM, we had a full dial to choose from to use
as
our broadcast frequency so I picked my favorite number 69, and the
rest
as they say, is history. We met every day after work and on
our
days
off to hammer out music, commercials, gimmicks, and shticks.
We
all
covered the "latrine scene" and wrote down any and all things that
were
written. "Nguyen," believe it or not, brought in a lot of
funny
stuff
from the ladies latrines. We went into it knowing that we
wanted
to
have 30 DAYS worth of programming. Honestly, I thought we
would
be
lucky if we lasted a day. I did not see how we could keep
pulling
it
off for multiple days without being caught. To make our
broadcasts
smoother, we pre-recorded each day's music and marked each day
accordingly. If you listen, you will hear "Pete" cutting the
Akai
reel
to reel on and off occasionally. We also pre-recorded all
the
gimmick
stuff like "Capt. Pansy's Daily Weather," "Swap Shop," "Theater
Schedule," etc. We had three big Akai reel to reels: One for
pre-recorded music, one for pre-recorded commercials, and one for
pre-recorded gimmick stuff. Unlike DJs that have a delay in
case
of
screw-ups, we were totally LIVE. You can catch "Nguyen,"
"Pete,"
and I
in tongue twisters a few times, but we just had to struggle
through
it.
Everything is done. We are ready. We plan to hit the
airwaves on
January 1, 1971. We just have one last thing to do: Get the
word
out.
January
1,
1971 -
D-Day: Although we have tried to spread the word as much as
possible,
we do not have the luxury of showing our hand too soon. We
decide
to
take a big gamble and hope that it does not bite us in the
ass.
We
decide that we are going to preempt AFVN on their own frequency
and
promote the new Radio First Termer. At 7:59 p.m. on January
1,
1971,
the following message plays on AFVN's own frequency.
"Vietnam,
in
just 30 seconds your radio experience will change forever.
Turn your radios to 69 Megahertz on your FM dial. If you don't
we are
going to re-up you for another tour of Vietnam."
With that, AFVN returned to their regular crap, and at 8
p.m.,
2000 hrs.
for you maggots, Radio First Termer was BORN. With the
increasing
threat of being discovered, 21 days and 63 programming hours
later, it
was laid to rest forever.
Taking one of the famous radio lines ever spoken by Edward R.
Murrow
and changing it just a bit, my last words were:
"Good Night Vietnam, and Good Luck!"
During
our
run,
we did do a few crazy things that drove the base commander crazy
as
well as the establishment; we had placards made with the rabbit
logo
saying "Rabbit Power." We also had about 250 Dave Rabbit
Hard-On
Shirts
hand painted that were sold by Vietnamese Merchants to the
troops. All
of the station equipment, mattresses and furniture were given to
the
"madam" as payment for rents due. In March 1971, "Nguyen's"
tour
was up
and she went home. I elected to go back to school, and got
an
early
discharge and left Vietnam in May 1971. "Pete" discharged a
few
months
thereafter and went home. The three of us kept in contact
for a
few
years
off and on, but like most real life military friendships, we moved
on
with
our own lives and lost contact somewhere along the way.
In the
summer
of
1982, 11 years after Radio First Termer ceased, I am at a dinner
party
and begin talking with a gentleman. Somehow or other, we get
to
talking
about military service. He tells me that he was in the Army
and
served
in Wiesbaden, Germany. I tell him I served in Vietnam.
He
asks me if I
ever heard of Dave Rabbit. I ask him "Why?" He tells
me
that
Dave Rabbit
and his Radio First Termer program is extremely popular
overseas.
I ask
him how he heard a program that was done in 1971, and he explains
that
he
has a
tape. I tell him that I am Dave Rabbit and that I would like
a
copy
of
the
tape. He makes me do some of the latrine sayings in my DJ
voice,
and
he then proclaims that I have made his day. I say, "No, you
have
made
mine."
That is the first time that I knew that someone, somewhere, and
somehow
had made a recording of one of the programs. He makes me a
copy. A few
months later, my teenage daughter decides that she needs some
cassette
tapes to record some of her music on. She grabs the tapes of
Radio
First Termer. One day when I am getting ready to transfer
them to
another medium, I hear radio songs, but not mine. My
daughter has
wiped
out my only copy of my program, and I would never find this guy
again.
On
February 9,
2006, 24 years after my tapes have been wiped out by my daughter
and 35
years after the show in Vietnam, I am searching the Internet for
some
Vietnam pictures for a project. I click on a site that has
Vietnam
Audio Files. I look down through the list and come upon two
that
say
Radio First Termer. I click on each and am blown away that
they
are
from one of my programs! Even more intrigued, I do a search
for
Dave
Rabbit and Radio First Termer and am even further blown away when
I see
the number of sites that has to do with the program and especially
the
Home Page created by Will Snyder, who in my mind, started the
Internet
Radio First Termer World Wide Phenomenon! Like a kid in the
candy
store, I downloaded every MP2 file Will had on the Home Page.
As I said
at
the beginning...... FATE!
To those
of
you who have made Radio First Termer a passion and love and
have kept my dream alive for all these years ... From the bottom
of my
heart ... THANK YOU!
Dave Rabbit
RUMOR CONTROL, FACTS &
PHILOSOPHIES:
1. I was a 3-striper sergeant, not a
CAPTAIN. An Officer? Not in my
lifetime... no thanks!
2. I am not PAT SAJAK. Although, I am
willing
to learn if I could have the
money. If VANNA WHITE had been available at the time, we
might
have had
a new "Nguyen."
3. I am definitely not ART BELL or ROBERT
ABBETT; I
am much better
looking than both of them combined.
4. Although we did "promote" an
anti-establishment
society of free
wheeling sex, drugs and rock & roll on the air, that was the
"entertainment" aspect of it. Neither I, "Pete," nor
"Nguyen"
were ever
on drugs. Like Foster Brooks who made a living by playing a
drunk
in
his
comedy routine, the drug talk on the shows were strictly part of
the
“act.” We gave the troops in Vietnam what they wanted to
hear,
not what
the military or the government wanted them to hear. Our
intended
message was
and has
always been for the troops to use their God given brains and
talents
to think for themselves and not be a mindless puppet of the
military
conglomerate.
5. The phone numbers, extensions, APO mail box
numbers, etc., of course
were all bogus. I mean, we were not stupid, and we sure as
hell
were
not
going to give anyone any idea where we were. I am sure,
however,
there
were a few troops who might have been trudging along the roadside
when
"Nguyen" was driving and stapled and glued $2.98 to a post card
for a
"Dave Rabbit Sweatshirt" and mailed it. I do know that the
Tan
Son Nhut
post office received hundreds of letters and post cards that were
sent
to us. They, unfortunately, went where the "Letters to
Santa"
went.
That would certainly be some interesting reading 35 years
later.
By
the
way, there was an extension 6969 at Tan Son Nhut. I do not
recall
who
it was, but it was some officer's office extension. He was
not
pleased.
6. The photograph of the guy with the dark
moustache
on the "Vietnam
Audio Documentary" on Vietnam Research.com, of course, is NOT
me.
I am
short, but no damn midget.
7. As mentioned in my story, I left Vietnam in
May
1971. One report has
me staying after being discharged to do the show. That did
not
happen.
8. Our radio NAMES: Obviously, they were
fake.
"Nguyen" was created
because we wanted to have a tie in with Vietnam and we wanted it
to
sound exotic and sexy. "Pete" created his own persona from
something
mid-western sounding. "Dave Rabbit" was a no brainer for
me. In the
60s, there was a DJ by the name of "Jimmy Rabbit." He became
the
unofficial manager of our band, and he was really a great
guy. In
fact,
there was a time when I wanted to pursue that career because of
him,
but my fate led me in a different direction. "Rabbit" was
homage
to
him. "Dave" was after a long time friend that I have known
over
40
years. He has been kind enough to act as my "buffer" to the
world. I
did not want to have a bunch of "fans" or "enemies" marching up
and
down the front of my house carrying "Rabbit Power" signs while
wearing
homemade "Dave Rabbit Sweatshirts," and stomping my wife's flowers
to
the
ground.
9. Some author, Lydia
Fish, writing an
article
for
college credit or
thesis grade back in 2003 on a topic to do with "Pirate Radio"
during
the Vietnam era wrote this:
"The most famous of all the radio pirates,
the legendary Dave Rabbit
("Radio First Termer, 69 on your radio dial") may in fact have
been an
elaborate hoax on the part of some AFVN radio
technicians.
Several
tapes of broadcasts featuring hard rock and lots of talk about
sex,
drugs and the general incompetence of the military are still
in wide
circulation, but the quality of the recordings is suspiciously
high for
a station using improvised equipment."
With all due respect to "Ms." Fish, she obviously did not know
AFVN.
Secondly, our equipment was NOT improvised; it was TOP OF THE LINE
stuff from the "Midnight Supply" company. Last, I want a
COPY of
her
HIGH QUALITY recording to which she claims to have access.
Everyone to whom I have spoken on
the websites have had to do a tremendous amount of audio clean-up
work
just to bring the quality level of the show recording to a DECENT
LEVEL, much less a HIGH QUALITY one.
10. Where did the recording come from? I have
had
more fun reading all
the speculation. Let's see, CIA, NSA, OSI, Security Police,
SETI,
Military Police, The Base Commander (just kidding), AFVN, then
President Richard Nixon (it was found with the other White House
tapes), X-Files or just some troop that was "missed" on the
roadside by
"Nguyen" on her way to work one day. Considering that I did
not
find
out myself that it even existed until eleven years later, we will
never
know, I guess.
11. Where am I now? At 57 as of this
writing,
I ask myself that same
question every morning when I look in the mirror. Seriously,
here
it
is. Married, four kids, two grandkids, 5 dogs, 5 cats,
self-employed.
Never pursued my love of broadcasting but did do a lot of Master
Of
Ceremonies Work during my early years. Fell in love with
Scuba
diving
and became a certified Scuba Instructor. And yes, my
language to
this
day would be considered COLORFUL.
12. Are there any more shows? Based on 35
years and only one show
surfacing, my guess would be NO.
13. Finally, NO.... I am NOT..... HOWARD
STERN'S
FATHER or BROTHER! :)
Last updated: August 2, 2012.
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