For those of you first-time listeners to Radio Dead Air tonight:
This show is not for children. Not. For. Children. There are words and concepts presented on RDA that, while entertaining in a bawdy fashion, could result in your child becoming their school’s own antichrist. I mean, me and some other DJ’s once had a contest to see how many times we could say the word “fuck” in a single broadcast.
It’s not just the conversation, either. We play songs and skits on our show that can only come from minds best described as “batshit crazy.” Stephen Lynch. Three Dead Trolls In A Baggie. Dr. Demento. MC Hawking. Very funny stuff for the grownups, but you don’t need little Suzy says, “Mommy, why would he stick a gerbil up his ass?” or “Daddy, what’s a cockthirsty buttwhore?”
It’s weird, it’s amusing, we play some damn good music you won’t hear anywhere else, but it’s not for the young or faint of heart. You remember those green “sick” smiley faces they used to make that you’d put it on the Drano and the Windex so your rugrats wouldn’t guzzle it? All right, we’re Drano, and this is a BIG green sick smiley sticker.
There. Done my disclaimer bit. Now, if you let your kids listen anyway, and they come home with a note about how they were giving a dissertation on the art of the hand job, I’m so not responsible.