Member Since: 1/12/2005
Band Members: HAIRBALL JOHN RADIO SHOW STAFF
Hairball John:
Host and Music Director
The Acid Chimp:
Co-Host and Website Developer
Eric Lambert:
Director of Syndication and "Voice Guy"
SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Rockbabe:
Myspace Promo Queen
Influences:
BEHIND THE HAIRBALL: The Making of Hairball John
It's your typical rags to riches and back to rags again story. The first cassette tape I ever owned was Kiss' "Love Gun", bought for me as a bribe by some schmo dating my mom. That was 1977, and I was clearly on my way to a grand life of either pimping or headbanging. Subsequent grade-school years were spent playing full-court Nerf basketball, getting my friend's cat stoned ( P.E.T.A., I've changed! Please don't bomb my house), and listening to Kiss' "Alive II", Aerosmith's "Draw the Line", and Cheech & Chong's "Up in Smoke".
Then, near disaster occurred. In eighth grade we moved, leaving my Rock n' Roll friends behind. My new next-door neighbor was a hottie, and she listened to Cyndi Lauper, Wham!, and, yes, to Michael Jackson, too. What can I say? I was thirteen, weak, and horny- so away went AC/DC's "Back in Black" and into my life came "pop music". For years I wandered aimlessly, trapped in the bowels of pop music and thinking that synthesizers really sounded good. Then, Dave and Mark (life-long friends) conducted a heavy metal intervention and saved my scrawny, pop-addicted ass. They took a momentary break from mocking me for my taste in music and forced me to a Ratt concert. It was the "Out of the Cellar" tour. It was Fastway and Mama's Boys opening. It was life-changing. The San Jose Civic center teemed with big hair and short-skirts. The lights went down, the music cranked up, and with the first pyro explosion I knew I was back where I belonged. The next day, every pop music item I owned perished in a fiery blaze, courtesy of Ronson's lighter fluid. Baptism by fire!
Now, 20 years, 300 concerts, and 2000+ cds later, only death could intervene. Today, I feel more at home with 500 strangers at a Tesla show than I do at my own family reunions. I can remember the producers to all the Van Halen albums but can't remember my own mother's birthday. The news of the first sounds from my beautiful baby girl brings congratulatory e-mails from friends, but a scheduled phone interview with Dave Meniketti from Y&T brings two of them from California to Michigan to hear for themselves. Is this wrong? Probably. Still, knowing my mom's birth date never got me a radio show.
Type of Label: Indie