I was a Rush baby from when I first heard him in the summer of 1990, at the age of 12. My mom would pick me up from school (I had to take summer school 'cause I'd been a lazy asshole the previous year) and we'd both almost die laughing at the Homeless Updates, the Feminist Updates, the Gay Updates intro'ed by that Klaus Nomi cover of "You Don't Own Me", the updates on Congwessman Bawny Fwank set to "My Boy Lollipop" with Rush making those outrageous slurping sounds into the mic. I remember wondering if it was ALLOWED to do stuff like this on the radio.
Rush always retained that incredible wit but the shows got more serious over the years, along with the times themselves. In 2020 -- the 100th year of commercial radio, his last year on the air, he broadcast some of the greatest shows he'd ever done. With the cancer he had he probably shouldn't have made it to the election, let alone been able to go on the air. But instead his forceful, passionate defenses of President Trump, condemnations of government's China Virus response, and hopes and warnings for America's future stand as the powerful capper to one of the most incredible, talented and beloved careers in the entire history of radio.
Things haven't gone as we hoped and expected they would. But I know that it's no accident that Rush beat enough odds to stay with us all the way through the election and witness President Trump's final exoneration. The best is yet to come.
I hadn't tuned in to Rush since his Christmas broadcast last year. Had been too depressed over the state of things and knew he'd been out a lot recently and didn't care for the guest hosts. But for some reason, something told me to tune in at noon EST today and I did. Godspeed, Maharushie, I miss you terribly already. I expect that you and my mom are laughing it up right now.
I was a Rush baby from when I first heard him in the summer of 1990, at the age of 12. My mom would pick me up from school (I had to take summer school 'cause I'd been a lazy asshole the previous year) and we'd both almost die laughing at the Homeless Updates, the Feminist Updates, the Gay Updates intro'ed by that Klaus Nomi cover of "You Don't Own Me", the updates on Congwessman Bawny Fwank set to "My Boy Lollipop" with Rush making those outrageous slurping sounds into the mic. I remember wondering if it was ALLOWED to do stuff like this on the radio.
Rush always retained that incredible wit but the shows got more serious over the years, along with the times themselves. In 2020 -- the 100th year of commercial radio, his last year on the air, he broadcast some of the greatest shows he'd ever done. With the cancer he had he probably shouldn't have made it to the election, let alone been able to go on the air. But instead his forceful, passionate defenses of President Trump, condemnations of government's China Virus response, and hopes and warnings for America's future stand as the powerful capper to one of the most incredible, talented and beloved careers in the entire history of radio.
Things haven't gone as we hoped and expected they would. But I know that it's no accident that Rush beat enough odds to stay with us all the way through the election and witness President Trump's final exoneration. The best is yet to come.
I hadn't tuned in to Rush since his Christmas broadcast last year. Had been too depressed over the state of things and knew he'd been out a lot recently and didn't care for the guest hosts. But for some reason, something told me to tune in at noon EST today and I did. Godspeed, Maharushie, I miss you terribly already. I expect that you and my mom are laughing it up right now.
"Congwessman Bawny Fwank set to "My Boy Lollipop" "
LOL! Remember ... he is Barney "The" Frank :-).
I damn near pissed myself laughing every time he had an update about that toilet bug :-).