The Music: Performances will showcase a broad range of Southern music style - New Orleans Jazz,
Blues, Swamp Pop, Zydeco, R&B, Cajun, Gospel, Rock, Ragtime, Country, Bluegrass and Traditional as
well as a few we haven't discovered yet.
Blues, Swamp Pop, Zydeco, R&B, Cajun, Gospel, Rock, Ragtime, Country, Bluegrass and Traditional as
well as a few we haven't discovered yet.
Non-musical Content: Comedy, drama, mystery, horror, interviews, skits, serials and a wide variety of
specialty routines that feature recurring characters, themes and situations. Many of these segments will
be relatively short, lasting only a minute or two. Longer segments will be delivered at a relatively brisk
pace to keep the show lively and the audience engaged. In addition to lavish sound effects, all
non-musical content is richly embellished by - you guessed it - music.
specialty routines that feature recurring characters, themes and situations. Many of these segments will
be relatively short, lasting only a minute or two. Longer segments will be delivered at a relatively brisk
pace to keep the show lively and the audience engaged. In addition to lavish sound effects, all
non-musical content is richly embellished by - you guessed it - music.
| Episodic and recurring themes: |
| Mrs. Montgomery’s Boarding House: An ensemble cast of unique characters exchange lively banter around the dinner table about topics ranging from activities around the house to "goings on" in the neighborhood - and occasionally veering off on world events. Wit and wisdom emerge from behind a veil of misdirected preconceptions about the analytic attributes of southern folk. Conversations are punctuated by boisterous repartee and not-so- subtle innuendo. The discussion is always exuberant and plays on southern culture and stereotypes in a way that teases the sensibilities of the audience without offending. |
Sounds of Surgery: Radio listeners are in for a tremendous treat, for it is they, and they alone who will
come to know the sounds that emanate from the bodies of ether-addled patients undergoing routine and
not-so-routine surgical procedures.
Our stories take place in a medium sized hospital located somewhere in the Deep South. Heading up our
cast of characters is Dr. Whamo T. Boomfinger, celebrity proctologist. Dr. Boomfinger performs as many
as 100 colonoscopies a day. Regarding colonoscopies, everyone knows what one looks like because
they've either video-taped one of their own, enjoyed watching a family member or friend have one or
they've seen big name celebrities undergo the procedure in full color on national television. But . . . who
knows what one sounds like? Aha! You see? You have no idea. Well, that is what "Sounds of Surgery"
is all about - your audio-surgical edification.
In each episode Dr. Boomfinger and his team regale us with an orchestral symphony of operating room
sounds. Dr. Boomfinger is ably assisted by head nurse Wanda P. Swarmbosom, resident surgeon Dr.
Feston C. Dillwanger, IV and Pink Lady Marge Swanson. Listeners will stay tuned to this show because
we all seek an answer to the question, "What kind of noises did my body make when I had my
colonoscopy?"
The sound of a colonoscopy not your cup of hot chocolate? No problem. Just write in to the show and let
us know about the sounds of a particular procedure that interests you, and we'll record one of those.
come to know the sounds that emanate from the bodies of ether-addled patients undergoing routine and
not-so-routine surgical procedures.
Our stories take place in a medium sized hospital located somewhere in the Deep South. Heading up our
cast of characters is Dr. Whamo T. Boomfinger, celebrity proctologist. Dr. Boomfinger performs as many
as 100 colonoscopies a day. Regarding colonoscopies, everyone knows what one looks like because
they've either video-taped one of their own, enjoyed watching a family member or friend have one or
they've seen big name celebrities undergo the procedure in full color on national television. But . . . who
knows what one sounds like? Aha! You see? You have no idea. Well, that is what "Sounds of Surgery"
is all about - your audio-surgical edification.
In each episode Dr. Boomfinger and his team regale us with an orchestral symphony of operating room
sounds. Dr. Boomfinger is ably assisted by head nurse Wanda P. Swarmbosom, resident surgeon Dr.
Feston C. Dillwanger, IV and Pink Lady Marge Swanson. Listeners will stay tuned to this show because
we all seek an answer to the question, "What kind of noises did my body make when I had my
colonoscopy?"
The sound of a colonoscopy not your cup of hot chocolate? No problem. Just write in to the show and let
us know about the sounds of a particular procedure that interests you, and we'll record one of those.
The Invasion of El-Lick: All across America sleepy
little towns are awakening to the realization that they
live in the shadow of a neighboring town that is larger
and has better facilities for pleasure and commerce.
Unlike the small town, its larger counterpart, usually
located just up the road a piece or across a river,
possesses an abundance of palatial malls, first-run
theaters and fancy restaurants. And, to add insult to
injury, the big town is ruled by a pompous city hall that
flaunts the prosperity it draws from the coffers of a big
tax base that is substantially fortified by the hard
working folks from the small town who patronize their
mercantile accouterments. Over time these inequities
begin to annoy and grate on the nerves of an
otherwise tranquil populace who longs for a piece of
the good life.
little towns are awakening to the realization that they
live in the shadow of a neighboring town that is larger
and has better facilities for pleasure and commerce.
Unlike the small town, its larger counterpart, usually
located just up the road a piece or across a river,
possesses an abundance of palatial malls, first-run
theaters and fancy restaurants. And, to add insult to
injury, the big town is ruled by a pompous city hall that
flaunts the prosperity it draws from the coffers of a big
tax base that is substantially fortified by the hard
working folks from the small town who patronize their
mercantile accouterments. Over time these inequities
begin to annoy and grate on the nerves of an
otherwise tranquil populace who longs for a piece of
the good life.
Our story begins as a ragtag group of mercenaries, (comprised of a handful of the small town’s most
stalwart civic leaders and their loyal minions), hatch an ambitious plot to invade and take control of their
metropolitan nemesis, a big town across the river called El-Lick. As events unfold they encounter
numerous obstacles and detours, each an adventure unto itself. However, they never loose sight of their
goal and persevere in the face of endless impediments and mounting adversity. Outlandish scenarios
and quirky characters keep the action fast paced and the audience on its toes.
stalwart civic leaders and their loyal minions), hatch an ambitious plot to invade and take control of their
metropolitan nemesis, a big town across the river called El-Lick. As events unfold they encounter
numerous obstacles and detours, each an adventure unto itself. However, they never loose sight of their
goal and persevere in the face of endless impediments and mounting adversity. Outlandish scenarios
and quirky characters keep the action fast paced and the audience on its toes.
Mrs. Montgomery's Boarding House
Sounds of Surgery
| The Invasion of El-Lick |
Slade Wingfield - Master of Fear
Slade Wingfield - Master of Fear:
Slade Wingfield is a hired gun who investigates
paranormal occurrences during the waning days of
post Civil War reconstruction - circa 1880. This series,
which merges elements of Paladin, Wild Wild West and
the X-Files, is heavily underscored by the narrative
introspections of Mr. Wingfield as well as the rhythmic
observations of a guitar-strumming troubadour. The
opening scene of the first episode finds Slade making
camp on the outskirts of a small Louisiana town called
Foggy Bayou. The local Sheriff, Steve Rivers, has
requested via telegram that Slade come immediately to
investigate a bazaar series of events that has the
townsfolk on edge. It's winter in the Deep South and
Slade edges closer to his fire as he pulls the Sheriff’s
telegram out of his pocket and reads quietly.
Dear Mr. Wingfield,
“Your services are required immediately. At first, we
thought it was a pack of wild dogs killing the livestock.
Then we found a pack of wild dogs, a dozen or more
Slade Wingfield is a hired gun who investigates
paranormal occurrences during the waning days of
post Civil War reconstruction - circa 1880. This series,
which merges elements of Paladin, Wild Wild West and
the X-Files, is heavily underscored by the narrative
introspections of Mr. Wingfield as well as the rhythmic
observations of a guitar-strumming troubadour. The
opening scene of the first episode finds Slade making
camp on the outskirts of a small Louisiana town called
Foggy Bayou. The local Sheriff, Steve Rivers, has
requested via telegram that Slade come immediately to
investigate a bazaar series of events that has the
townsfolk on edge. It's winter in the Deep South and
Slade edges closer to his fire as he pulls the Sheriff’s
telegram out of his pocket and reads quietly.
Dear Mr. Wingfield,
“Your services are required immediately. At first, we
thought it was a pack of wild dogs killing the livestock.
Then we found a pack of wild dogs, a dozen or more
pathetic creatures mangled and bleeding, some still alive - writhing in agony. It was hard to understand.
These dogs were big and powerful with the scars of many battles - but their wounds were deep and
mortal. There were tracks leading away from the carnage that were much larger than any animal known
to the area such as a rogue bear or big cat. Fearless men with guns are afraid to go out into the night.
Please, Mr. Wingfield, come quickly.” Sheriff Steve Rivers
Slade folds the letter and stuffs it back into his pocket. Gathering clouds race across a moonlit sky. A
cold wind whips through the trees overhead and the fire crackles in protest as the measured thoughts of
a very brave man are tested by what happens next . . .
"I found a good spot to bed down for the night on top of a steep berm that backs up to a big swamp. No
doubt soldiers built it during the war. From here I can see if someone - or some thing, approaches
during the night - and the swamp covers my back. The wind, the moon and the clouds cast a sinister
and foreboding pall over the night. Then, as I stoke the coals of an uneasy fire something catches my
eye in the dark hollow below my camp. I sense an almost imperceptible movement in the deep shadows
that flow ominously onto a small meadow. I don't have to wait long to find out if my imagination is playing
tricks on me. Suddenly, through a fleeting break in the clouds, the light of the full moon cracks the
darkness with a streak of terror that glistens from the coarse, greasy hair bristling on the towering back
of a giant, drooling visage from hell. My breathless gaze is met across the shadowy void by the evil glint
of two beady eyes glimmering in the firelight. The most cold-blooded stare I've ever seen is now riveted
with burning precision upon my warm, pulsating flesh. A shiver crawls along the back of my knees and a
lone bead of sweat slices through the grime on my neck. The hulking nightmare begins to move slowly
toward me. My labored breath makes a short, sucking sound as the lumbering horror quickens its pace.
Then, from the murky black water of the swamp behind me..."
These dogs were big and powerful with the scars of many battles - but their wounds were deep and
mortal. There were tracks leading away from the carnage that were much larger than any animal known
to the area such as a rogue bear or big cat. Fearless men with guns are afraid to go out into the night.
Please, Mr. Wingfield, come quickly.” Sheriff Steve Rivers
Slade folds the letter and stuffs it back into his pocket. Gathering clouds race across a moonlit sky. A
cold wind whips through the trees overhead and the fire crackles in protest as the measured thoughts of
a very brave man are tested by what happens next . . .
"I found a good spot to bed down for the night on top of a steep berm that backs up to a big swamp. No
doubt soldiers built it during the war. From here I can see if someone - or some thing, approaches
during the night - and the swamp covers my back. The wind, the moon and the clouds cast a sinister
and foreboding pall over the night. Then, as I stoke the coals of an uneasy fire something catches my
eye in the dark hollow below my camp. I sense an almost imperceptible movement in the deep shadows
that flow ominously onto a small meadow. I don't have to wait long to find out if my imagination is playing
tricks on me. Suddenly, through a fleeting break in the clouds, the light of the full moon cracks the
darkness with a streak of terror that glistens from the coarse, greasy hair bristling on the towering back
of a giant, drooling visage from hell. My breathless gaze is met across the shadowy void by the evil glint
of two beady eyes glimmering in the firelight. The most cold-blooded stare I've ever seen is now riveted
with burning precision upon my warm, pulsating flesh. A shiver crawls along the back of my knees and a
lone bead of sweat slices through the grime on my neck. The hulking nightmare begins to move slowly
toward me. My labored breath makes a short, sucking sound as the lumbering horror quickens its pace.
Then, from the murky black water of the swamp behind me..."
| Each of these segments is designed to keep audiences coming back for more . . . and more, and more . . . |
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| Note: The features described here are representative, but far from all-inclusive, of the non-musical content of the show. |
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