Saturday, June 14, 2014
Hello, hello.... hello, can you hear me?
With Bob Fass marooned in a makeshift home studio on Staten Island, Radio Unnameable is no longer unlistenable solely because it has long since run out of steam. Now the show has also become a technical nightmare, one that even Tony Ryan's sledgehammer cannot fix.
One would think that Bob, whose name is synonymous with this half-century old WBAI offering took some pride in it, but that is apparently no longer the case—he treats it as callously as he does its listeners, who now may not number more than one could comfortably fit into Groucho's dressing room. Friday morning's show had six or seven callers, all regulars (including fearsome frackin' Fred from upstream), which was bad enough, but the show was a disaster in every other way, as well. Why Bob keeps this up is still a mystery to me—I used to attribute it to an enlarged ego, but his sloppy approach belies that.
Well, listen to this compilation of excerpts from yesterday morning and you will hear what I am talking about—the hums, drastic drops in volume, dead air, skips and distortions are becoming common at 99.5, but this really takes all that to the extreme. There were moments when the talk made sense, but most of it was rambling and muttery (new word, patent pending), and while somebody unfamiliar to me spoke glibly from the WHCR studio, Bob seemed to be doing a simulcast along a different path. Bill Propp called in to announce Friday evening's tribute to Ibrahim Gonzales, but the details got lost when the signal took on a poor shortwave reception. It actually became a bit surreal at times. Here 'tis...