Ross Maxwell. And may I just say that I am totally against these sort of question/answer bios that everyone thinks are such a great idea. I mean, c'mon. You wanna define me by whether I wear boxers or briefs? Go to hell.
Marshfield, WI... if you must know.
I was born on Friday the 13th. Also on that day my 2nd cousin Jerry broke his nose playing softball. Thanks for making my family relive that.
Why I got into radio:
Oh look. A “Why I got into radio” question. Didn't see that comin'.
Other jobs I've had:
Why? So the IRS has some ammo when they want to audit me? Not today.
I remember this one time in Marshfield me and a couple friends of mine were driving somewhere and we stopped at an intersection. There was a laundromat on the opposite corner and two kids were outside playing on the steps probably waiting for their parents to finish up inside. I had this full-face field hockey mask (the Jason type) and the guy in the passenger seat put it on and rolled down the window. The light turned green and as we drove past the laundromat, he looked out the window and went “RRRAAWWWWRRR!!!” Those kids looked at him and lost it. They started screaming and ran inside as we laughed for the next eight blocks.
So I guess scaring children could be listed here.
Even if I did, that seems a bit personal. What if I was OCD?
I ain't afraid of nothin'.
This is your new favorite movie... www.watchmenmovie.com. Don't question me. Just go see it when it comes out. Then you'll know.
Favorite TV Shows:
I'll answer this one. How I Met Your Mother. If you've never watched it, you're watching Dancing With the Stars instead and therefore there's no hope for you or your future generations.
Best concerts I've attended:
Here's a question for you. Why the hell did they stop holding Sha-Bang and that other rock festival in Oshkosh back in the 90s? Man, they had some great bands each of those years. But I guess “the man” couldn't make enough money to justify doing rock anymore. Of course, then they bring in country music and charge eight bucks a beer and that's somehow more palatable. What a joke.
Death row meal:
Why? What have you heard?
People say that I look like:
Cartoon character I'd most like to have sex with:
What the hell is wrong with you?
McNeal put you up to this, didn't he?
Random radio memory:
The last song we played off of vinyl on a regular basis before we got the CD was “Man on the Silver Mountain” by Rainbow. No lie.
If I could have any super power:
I am already super-awesome so this question is moot.
“I've got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart.”
What I'm listening to:
What I'm watching:
Doesn't this go with the TV question?
What I'm reading:
I recently picked up this book about a Cleveland radio station written by a former program director. What a self-absorbed, pat-yourself-on-the-back, piece of drivel this is. You know what? I want to write a book about WAPL. I want to talk to as many people I can find from the last thirty years, get as comprehensive with the facts as I can, throw in a ton of stories (of which there are many) and get it locally published. Then if I'm fortunate enough to have you read it you'll know that you don't have to live in a big city or have a lot of money to be one of the best radio stations in the country and that we're pretty damn lucky we live within earshot.
Where I'd rather be right now: What's my problem:
Well, you probably have guessed by now that I can be a bit of a jackass.
I make no apologies for my crotchety demeanor. Hell, ask anyone who works with me. But I think they'll also tell you that I can be a lot of fun, too. We goof around and have a lot of fun here at WAPL. That's why I hate these questionaires. To really get to know me you need to come to the bar when I ain't working and have one (or four) with me. I'm just a regular guy who hunts whitetail deer, watches racing, plays the occasional video game and drinks a little of everything.
And for the record... boxer briefs.