I’ll start by saying I got the best gig in the Low Country and Coastal Empire. Here’s when & where this crazy journey begins. I was born March 24th, 1969 in Cincinnati, OH. “69” was a great year, just not for my parents. I grew up on the west side of town & got my 1st gig at a legendary station in my hometown, WEBN. It introduced me to the industry, a bunch of rock stars & a lot of free booze. I was hooked…on the business & the booze. I spent 7 glorious years there, 2 or 3 of which I actually remember.
Soon after, the sunshine & bikinis called & I had to answer by moving 1,200 miles south to Miami, FL. There I worked a little, partied a lot & went scuba diving as much as possible. Between all the nurse sharks & green turtles, I managed to land a gig with 94.9 Zeta, South Florida’s rock station. I love South Florida & might have still been there if the station hadn’t been sold & turned into Spanish talk radio. My Spanish was pretty good back then, but lets not be ridiculous.
However it happened, & I seriously don’t remember, I somehow landed on Hilton Head Island in 2003 & made my way into the Rock 106.1 studios shortly there after. Many years & even more tattoos later, I’m still here. I’m proud to call the low country home & hope to be with Rock 106.1 for many years to come.
The World According to Buzz
Jan 31 2012 12:40PM
Posted 5 days 2 hrs 25 mins ago
Watching Your Backside
This blog title may sound a bit perverted, but I assure you, it's not. Now I'm not saying I don't like a good female backside, cuz I do. I'm actually in love with them. It's simply the most attractive part of the female anatomy. It's the foundation for all things I love in women. If you got a tasty pooper, I'm quite certain you got in GOING ON!! I'm also quite certain I could fall in love with you...yes, just cuz of your butt. That's how shallow and superficial I am. See, I've never met a woman who had a nice butt that I didn't like. Again, superficiality at its finest...if that's even a word? Don't know and don't care. The funny thing about this blog...it wasn't supposed to be about butts at all. No, it's supposed to be about covering your own backside...unless of course you're a woman with a nice butt. See, I can't stop. I can't contain myself...no wonder I'm divorced!!! In all seriousness...if that's even possible...this is supposed to be about protecting yourself in life...covering your own backside. I can promise you, no one else is gonna look after you the way you can. Whether its looking at bank statements, receipts or anything else pertaining to your life. Cover your butt. Recently, I got charged twice for something that cost a hundred bucks. And if I wasn't so poor where a hundred bucks was half my life's savings, I might not have noticed it. But thank God I did. This happens way too often, especially with bills. Last month I got charged for a bunch of movie channels I never authorized and didn't even know I had. If I hadn't upgraded my internet speed, I would have never paid attention to the bill and realized I was being charged twenty extra bucks per month. That may not sound like much, but again we're talking about a guy who's lucky to have two hundred bucks in the bank...me. Cover your backside...maybe you'll thank me later. Peace!!
The World According to Buzz
Dec 8 2011 1:53PM
Posted 59 days 1 hr 12 mins ago
I'll Worry About It Later In Life Have you ever heard that? Have you ever said that? I'll worry about it later in life. That's a hell of a mado to live by, unless of course it's already later in life. That's kinda where I'm at now in my own life. All of the things I didn't care about before...ie: eating healthy, staying fit, going to the dentist, wearing my retainer, paying off credit cards, etc... are now staring me straight in the face. I wish I wouldn't have put them all off 'til later in life, cuz guess what...later in life eventually comes. You may not think it will, but I promise you, iit will. Don't do what I have done for the last 20 years and not give a sh**. When I was your age, I felt the same way. So what... who cares... that'll never happen to me, etc... When you're young, you don't worry about being old, but I'll let you in on a little secret...when you're old, you start to really care about things...like being alive, for example. You start to wish you had worried a little more about things you didn't worry about when you' were young. I hope this is making some sense, but probably not. The thing that really catapolted me into this way of thinking was having Scooby. Children really change you. You start to see life through their eyes and you start to remember how you felt about things when you were their age. The mental transformation you make once you become a parent is astonishing. My mind is still being blown on a weekly basis. All the things your parents told you that you thought were crazy turn out to be true...at least for me anyway. I'm now telling my little man some of the same stuff. It's a wild journey we're on navigating our way through life, but it's well worth it. Getting old definitely isn't a bad thing. It's actually pretty kick ass. Now if I could learn not to make the same mistakes over and over, I'd probably be a little better off. Happy Holidays!!
The World According to Buzz-The Blog 10-04-11
Oct 4 2011 2:06PM
Posted 124 days 1 hr 59 mins ago
Social paranoia is attempting to take over my world. It might be because I spend half my day sitting in a sound-proof room pretending like I'm talking to you and the other half talking to a couple parrots called Paco & Max. Oh...and you can't forget about my boy Scooby, but our banter is mostly tied to Mario Kart (a slight exaggeration). My point being I rarely talk to other adults. The word "other" assumes I consider myself an adult, which by the way has yet to be confirmed. But I started to really worry about my paranoia after last weekend's events. My neighbor was having a football party, which I did not attend, but my little man was down there playing with his friends. Well by about 7pm, I thought I better go collect him so he could come home and do his weekend homework. Nothing like waiting 'til the last moment, huh. But anyway, I went down there to scoop him up and was invited in. I kid u not, I started sweating...and it wasn't even hot. Being introduced to people I don't know is a very uncomfortable thing for me, especially when everybody already knows everybody else. After a quick introduction, my eyes were scanning the room for a household pet I could hang with. Unfortunately, the dog wanted nothing to do with me...til I started slippin' him some meat balls and sausage...and NO, not mine. They were sitting in a bowl as a snack. Then it dawned on me, I'm socially challenged, socially paranoid. Once that conclusion was reached, I grabbed the Scoobster and got the hell out of there. Don't worry tho, I'm working on it...Tuesdays at noon with my therapist.
Buzz
