Weekdays, 10:20am

Once upon a time, vinyl records rocked the universe. CD's didn't show up until the mid '80's so it was all turntables, tone arms and stacks of wax baby! None of this digital stuff where the computer segues from one song to the next. No, you had two turntables - one was playing a song on the air, the other was cued up and ready to play the next one.

You had to be there to make the segue, so bathroom breaks were always on the short side (unless you were rockin' Pink Floyd's Atom Heart Mother, clocking in at 23:44, about the length of a typical vinyl album side).

I've got 8,000 pieces of Classic Vinyl in my garage, and I bust out a new track every weekday at 10:20. Fire up the webcam and watch an actual record for gods sake, spinning on an actual turntable, actually being played on the airwaves of 107.7 The Bone!

That's me in black & white at my first radio station, KLRB Carmel-By-The-Sea-Weed.

Weekdays, 10:20am

Once upon a time, vinyl records rocked the universe. CD's didn't show up until the mid '80's so it was all turntables, tone arms and stacks of wax baby! None of this digital stuff where the computer segues from one song to the next. No, you had two turntables - one was playing a song on the air, the other was cued up and ready to play the next one.

You had to be there to make the segue, so bathroom breaks were always on the short side (unless you were rockin' Pink Floyd's Atom Heart Mother, clocking in at 23:44, about the length of a typical vinyl album side).

I've got 8,000 pieces of Classic Vinyl in my garage, and I bust out a new track every weekday at 10:20. Fire up the webcam and watch an actual record for gods sake, spinning on an actual turntable, actually being played on the airwaves of 107.7 The Bone!

That's me in black & white at my first radio station, KLRB Carmel-By-The-Sea-Weed.