Episode 2: Brother Doug!

You want to get a peek into the madness that is Brother Doug? Sure you do. Gird your loins and prepare yourselves for a podcast experience like no other. I hope you enjoy it.



Thanks for listening and remember, you can subscribe to this podcast through iTunes and have fresh episodes delivered to your device every time it gets uploaded. Speaking of which, it looks like the upload day is going to be each Monday.

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From The Written to The Spoken

You might want to read my last post here if you haven't before reading further.

Here's the thing. I now have a podcast which will now take the place (in a weird sort of way) of the written word. This page will continue to be updated as the podcasts get into the schedule. The good thing here is that there are a scheduled series of podcasts that will be posted approximately once a week.

You see, speaking is much more natural to me than sitting in front of a keyboard bashing out word after word that I merely hear in my head. So the decision was made to utilize the tools I have to make something a little more amusing for you to listen to and/or waste your time.

The podcast has been accepted at iTunes and is now available to download by clicking HERE. You should already have an account with iTunes. If not, go ahead and get one, it's free and easy. While you there, please subscribe to the thing and you can expect a new episode about once a week.

For the uninitiated, get your free podcast app from your app store and you will be able to subscribe to the thing and as they are updated, you will get the episode downloaded to your device for you to consume at your leisure. On your mobile device (phone or tablet), open a browser and go to http://ricchetter.podbean.com/mobile/ tap the quick launch icon and the above picture will show up as a bookmark that will rest right on your screen amongst your other apps. For you desktop and laptop users, just head on over to ricchetter.podbean.com 

You can follow the feed from that site.

For those who are still paying attention to this blog site, guess what? I'll be posting the episodes right here.

In fact, here is the first one.

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I hope you enjoy it!

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Caught Up In All The Hoopla

So, I've been sitting here, going through all the bits of detritus in the wake of creating and running Radio Memphis. Good stuff and some not so much. When it occurred to me this little blog had been neglected. It happens. Finding something to write about, dealing with running a business, keeping up with all the other things happening in life, etc. When it dawned on me that sitting down and writing about something is one thing, speaking about it is something else.

Those of you who follow this blog deserve better. I do appreciate you dealing with my inconsistencies but that isn't very fair. Most of you know that I am on the air at Radio Memphis from noon to 6PM CT Monday - Friday and again on Sunday nights from 8PM to 10PM (usually till later). For a guy who has been in the broadcast business pretty much my whole life, I find it easy to sit at the mic and do what it is that I do. Dog and Pony Show aside, it is enjoyable and I do derive a good deal of amusement out of the "craft".

The whole point of this blog was for me to elaborate on the things happening in and around the broadcast business. There are some real nuggets laying around in the archives here if you haven't seen them as of yet. Hence the title Off The Air. Although, it was rather ironic the title of this blog became rather prophetic for a few months in 2011 when I was actually off the air. Of course, all that has changed. In a very good way.

Since the creation of Radio Memphis and all that it has become, the world has changed and it is continuing to change. People are getting into all sorts of groovy things. Internet radio is one of those and I am truly thankful for that. However, the reading of blogs, not so much, it seems. Don't misunderstand me here, I am not pulling the plug on this blog at all. In fact, quite the opposite.

Coming soon, to this blog, the Radio Memphis website and iTunes, I will be producing a new podcast. Those of you who subscribe to this blog will then get regular updates when the podcast is done. There will also be the ability to subscribe to the thing through iTunes and of course, through your normal cruising of the Radio Memphis website.

It was a natural conclusion do this since what I do for a living is sit in front of mic and run my mouth. Granted, it's always great fun to do so when there is someone there with me on the mic and we're running our mouths about whatever happens to come up.

Having said all this, keep in mind something. It ain't soup, yet. We're still in the process of laying down all the pre-production elements. Gathering the necessary bits we need to make this thing come to life. If it is one thing I like to do in projects such as these, go all the way.

The format of this thing will be about an hour long. Weekly episodic podcasts with various guests we find interesting. It will be our hope that you find them interesting as well. Of course, there will be the artists who are played on Radio Memphis, local folks we all know and some outside of the area you know as well. Thanks to the modern technology that is the internet, we can talk to some groovy people from all over the place and bring their story to you.

But, wait there's more! (There always is.) Some of the time, we will be recording the podcast in front of an audience that you can attend. This is something I have always wanted to do. In my eyes, it gives the fans a chance to be a part of something they listen to regularly. This will come in due time and you all will know when and where.

The one thing about working in commercial radio (which includes Radio Memphis), is that it is not always practical to do some sort of long form program. Things get in the way, like the clock and all the other elements associated with the medium. A podcast is a format that will allow me to stretch my legs a bit, as it were and it is something you can choose to be a part of on your time. You can listen at your leisure, whenever and wherever you are.

It wouldn't be fair to call it a Radio Show, since it isn't on the radio per se. However, it will be a show. If you like what you hear, it will be my hope you tell others about it so they can enjoy it as well. After all, this is all about being an entertainer. If you are entertained, then I have done my job.

In the meantime, you might have some questions. I'll take the liberty here to answer them as best as I can.

So, where are we with this thing? I'll update here as we get closer to debuting the pilot episode.

What is thing going to be called? I can't tell you, yet.

Who's going to be on? I can't tell you that, either.

What places are you going to be recording this? I'll have to get back to you on that.

When is the pilot episode going to be ready? Soon.

I hope that answers some of your questions. In the meantime, sit tight and as always, stay tuned...

A (more) Modern Prometheus

The Monster 

In ancient Greek mythology, there is the story of Prometheus. A Titan who was credited with the creation of man from clay and enabling him with the gift of fire stolen from the gods thus promoting his advancement through time. These acts, apparently pissing off Zeus, got him sentenced to an eternal damnation of being chained to a rock only to have his liver eaten each day by an eagle (a symbol of Zeus) only to have it grow back for another helping of liver the next day by the eagle. Legend holds this went on for some time until Heracles, took pity on Prometheus and freed him. Prometheus is interestingly, linked to Athena and Hephaestus which are other Greek deities associated with creative skills and technology.  

See where I am going with this?  Keep reading.

In 1818, Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein and subtitled it The Modern Prometheus in relation to man's struggle for advanced knowledge and the risk of unintended circumstances.

Heavy shit, I know. But here of late, I can certainly relate. Allow me to elaborate in my own fashion.

There are those within my inner circle who have made reference to me as Dr. Victor Frankenstein.  Although, at times I have felt to be more of the Gene Wilder rather than the Colin Clive portrayal. In reality, my role in the creation of Radio Memphis was as more of Prometheus himself. My immediate history shows that I too have been chained to a rock and my liver devoured on a daily basis. Okay, not literally... well, partly. Living with the reality of the monster has chained me to a rock, metaphorically speaking. I live with this monster and see what it does on a daily basis. I am often trapped by it and rarely see around the thing.   As for my liver? Well, draw your own conclusions. The monster was created after a pitcher of margaritas, for God's sake. So, some traditions still carry on.

In other mythology, Prometheus is credited with a form of animal sacrifice once practiced by ancient Greeks.  I can also relate to this.

Although no animals were sacrificed in the creation of the monster, sacrifices have certainly been made.  Believe me when I tell you this. Entering this type of endeavor comes with large sacrifices. Some you expect to make, others you never see coming. The sacrifice of any peace of mind is the first that is made. Your fear of failure or success weighs heavy. The fact this monster has an appetite and the material sacrifices that are made to satisfy said appetite become apparent and large. Then there are those personal sacrifices. Those you never think about except in hindsight. Things like time. Things outside of the monster's existence like personal relationships, birthdays, health, holidays, family and sanity. You lose a sense of what it is all about at times. You can in fact lose yourself.

There are times you explore the depths of your own depravity. "Just how far will you take this thing?", you are asked by others. Those words will echo in your head for all eternity. So, you take weird steps of including the monster in your everyday life. Trying to compensate. Giving a pass to the thing like it was some sort of child throwing a temper tantrum. In reality, when you get to the level I am now, your conscience will resemble the aftermath of a room where a failed experiment involving whiskey and gorillas took place.  (Thanks, HST)

In the great score card, I think I have done an okay job of juggling these things so far. But, there have been times of great worry and fear. There have been a few times I fell to my knees and wept at the damage I have allowed this thing to inflict on those immediately around me. But there have also been times I have stood aside and watched the monster do what it was designed to do with a sense of pride as it has taken on a life of its own with little intervention.

The consumption of time has been the biggest thing with the monster. Tick fucking tock. I hear it in my sleep. "Just a bit more time is all it needs..." I repeatedly say to myself and others who have grown weary of this hackneyed line. Those who have stood with me and watched the monster do what it does and helped it further its own cause have been remarkable. But, not without a heavy cost.  

I am not alone in the sacrifices I have made. There are those here at Radio Memphis who share in such things, some more than others. Fear of the unknown is strong in these parts. Lack of sleep over worry. Lack of certain things most take for granted. There are those who made sacrifices the same as I. Loss of some personal relationships. Loss of creature comforts (pardon the pun). The knowledge that we are working with something that has become so large that even we can barely steer it's course.

People have come and gone through here who were afraid. Maybe they didn't have the stomach for this sort of thing. I can't say that I blame them, at times. Perhaps the risks were too high. Or, it looked to be too daunting and the patience and time it requires was too costly. Perhaps they lacked the physical or mental durability to continue. Nevertheless, the monster persevered. It always does.

Then there are those who stand in the presence of the monster. Some stand there in awe of the thing. Not quite sure just how to embrace it or if they should at all. And some of those who look upon it as something they should copy not knowing the exactness it requires. Ripping chunks here and there from it and patching something together like some sort of abomination. Only to watch as it stumbles and fails in it's own weaknesses as their creators are unable to match the raw needs it requires to live on its own. The power the monster possesses at times is enviable even by my own standards. It is that power some wish to see destroyed. Not able to destroy it, the monster turns on you. That's when it will get you. When you turn your back.  

Like Victor Frankenstein, I wanted to create something that would outlive me. I feel I am pretty close to that lofty goal. Something that has some intrinsic value to society. Something that fills the void others have created through greed and consumption. Something those of us here feel is necessary. And like Victor Frankenstein, it might be the death of me.

Like Prometheus, I wanted to create something of value from nothing. Using things not designed to do what they are doing now. Giving it something to further it's own life by giving it a fire stolen from those who misused their technology. This has happened. Tick fucking tock... it's only a matter of time, sooner than later. And like Prometheus, I will wait until some Heracles comes to break the chains that binds me to this rock and truly sets us both free. As for my liver... well, it keeps growing back so there is hope for us all yet.

Stay tuned...

CAUTION: Rant Ahead

A word of warning:  You are going to hate this post.  You may even hate me after you read this.  If that is the case, so be it.  If you even think you are going to be offended, stop right here and go somewhere else.

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From time to time, as I sit and think about the state of things now and the state of things to come, I ponder with some amazement and wonder at the world we currently find ourselves existing around.  We as a species are moving faster than ever.  To what end, I don't know.  Some of what I do see is positive and some of it, not so much.  The things, we as a people are affecting are pretty good for the most part.  I have always believed that people, in general terms, are of a good nature.  We try to be accepting of those around us.  We try to be helpful.  We try to be understanding.  Try as we might, we do fail at times.  Lord only knows I have failed in so many of those things.  But, I try.

More specifically, I look around at the world I have chosen for myself.  Away from the madness of the corporate machines (as much as is humanly possible) to attempt to make the world a little bit better of a place than I found it.  Once again, not always successful, but I try.  As I will continue to do so.  As should all of you.  But, I am not here at this moment to preach.  We all get enough of that as it is.  What I am here to do is to get out there, some thoughts regarding the state of things as I see them.  And from my vantage point, at least, there are some things going on out there that are beginning to stoke those old familiar fires of frustration and discontent.

I am often amazed at the lengths people will go through to boldly tell someone else a flat out lie.  Stupid stuff mind you, but a lie is a lie.  As my old friend John McCormack would say in reference to one of these type of people, "He would rather climb a tree to tell a lie than stay on the ground and be honest to your face."  And it is these people who seem to get ahead in the world.  Boggles the mind, don't it?  All those years in the corporate world where I saw this happening as though it was nothing more than standard operating procedure have taught me one thing.  There are some really scary people out there and we have put them in control.

At Radio Memphis, I have been blessed with an extraordinary group of people, that is a good thing.  We are doing very well, thank you very much.  I am proud of what we as a group have created.  Something larger than all of us and I know we are making an impact because of some things that have happened.  We pissed someone off, for starters.  That is a good thing.  That is how you know you are doing something different and remarkable, you piss someone off.  Anger them, frustrate them, freak them out... all these things point back to one emotion. Fear.

On no less than three separate occasions, I have been openly seduced by companies and individuals to leave what I have created and be a part of their operation, the ultimate goal, of course, shutting down Radio Memphis.  I politely turned them down and offered them someone else for their "job", but they refused.  I am flattered, but it gets better.  Recently we were given an outright threat by a large corporation.  The details of which are not important.  What is important is that it proves Radio Memphis is here to stay.  With all of this in mind, this post (overdue as it is) is dedicated to putting a few things out there.  All you major broadcast corporations are officially on notice.  Your industry is dead because it has failed to adapt to technology and public demand.  It is dead because you raped it.  You left it's mutilated corpse at the feet of those who blindly consumed it.  Like hyenas, you laughed at it's death and in your destructive wake, lie the casualties of those who did your bidding for you.  But, you're not done.  You think you can redeem yourselves with continued thoughtless insight to keep you up with the pulse of society.  Or that pulse your consultants have told you about.  You continue your lies to the consumer you count on for your very existence to the point that you are totally unaware you are doing it.  I would hate to think you were actually aware of these lies, that would be downright sick.

How cute it is that you have a computer system in place that is supposedly smarter than the consumer.  It plays the songs your consumer wants to hear.  The question is, where is the human interaction?  Are we that lost in our technology that we don't need people to be entertained?  What the hell do people do all the time?  They are talking to each other, that's what.  They text, speak, share words and pictures, they take videos of themselves or of others and share it with the world.  They post on boards, Facebook and Twitter.  They email, chat, blog, Skype and renew lost connections and gain new ones along the way.  They are plugged in, synched up, friended, included, invited and updated about each others lives, children, husbands, wives, dogs cats and what the hell they are having for dinner.  Complete with photos, videos and instant messages.  But, you corporate idiots can't make money off of current habits.  So, you merely eliminate the human and sell your version of a vacuous and vapid world as something, in your eyes, as what we really need.

Having said that to them, now let's talk about you the consumer.

You have heard this before, but I will repeat it here for the record.  FM and AM radio is dead.  Broadcast TV is dying a slow death.  Satellite radio ain't long for this world either.  Who pays for radio anyway?  Cable companies will soon be reduced to internet providing services.  Satellite TV companies will follow suit.  Your TV is going to have an internet connection (as many already do) and the hottest big ticket item on the Christmas list for 2012 will more than likely be this thing called a "smart TV".  To stay somewhat competitive, mobile phone companies will all offer unlimited services.  The desktop computer will pretty much be replaced by the tablet.  Everything is headed to the web.  I am not just saying that because of Radio Memphis.  I say that because it is the truth.  Increasingly, every bit of your lives are going through your computer.  Be it a laptop, desktop, tablet, pad, pod or that thing little thing we lovingly call a phone.  Think about the possibilities.  Think about the realities.  Then, prove me wrong.

Some truly great things are coming to you, the consumer.  But there is a serious problem.  All these existing systems that are supposed to be providing all this entertainment are lacking something, content.  That is why the media world as you know it is changing and/or dying off or, in some cases, already dead.  Just try and watch something new and creative on TV these days.  Everyone is copying each other.  How many TV shows do you really need about crabbing, fishing, shrimping, auctioning, pawning, picking, logging, truck driving, swamping, detecting, ghosting, singing, modeling, surviving, dating, hoarding, intervening, and for God's sake who the fuck gave the Kardashians TV time?

Are you that starved for entertainment?  Are you that dumb?  Maybe you should ask those idiots on The Jersey Shore what they think.  Judging by what you see on the "news", you are supposed to give a shit what they think.  

All this just proves my point.  If it is available for consumption, someone is consuming it.  Having said that, if you were to get a new pot to piss in, why wouldn't you piss in it?  What is wrong with you people?

Bill Gates once said "...content is king".  Sadly, there ain't much content out there and the stuff that is out there is being raped, copied abused and downright stolen, manipulated and transformed into something that is like everything else out there.  Garbage in, garbage out.

We as a society have allowed our creativity to be smothered or at the very least, stifled.  You accept what is available to you as your only and best choice, because you don't have any choices left to make or worse, willing to make or create for yourselves for the betterment of everyone else around you.  Entertainment and faked drama has permeated your lives so much you have to tune in to some whiny rich people who are living just as fake a life as you can imagine scripted by someone who thinks they know what you want to see to make yourselves feel better about the world around you.  And you lap it up.  You are so saturated with this tripe you no longer have creative instincts. Or worse, you are now an uninspired bunch of lazy, fat, drunk, limp penised, drooling, incontinent, depressed and chemically enhanced sheep. 

Or, are you?

In a sad sort of way, it's amusing to see all these things happening.  I believe I have a pretty good seat to the Entertainment Apocalypse.  While this media meltdown goes down, I'll be easy to find.  I'll be the one maniacally laughing and pointing at the outright downfall of what was once humanity's ability to be themselves.  Now placed in that big blender of time which has a button on it that reads, "Rend Asunder".

From what I am seeing, maybe it's my finger on that button.  Hey, a man can dream these days, can't he?

Stay tuned...