“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
I remember him from XERF in Ciudad Acuna, Coah. Mexico in the early 60s.
---also Villa Acuna---- Great old High power AM from Mexico----out of reach of the gringo authorities.
Yeah, man! Border Blasters!
I heard it on the X.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L7ew003rBg
I used to listen to him in southern Idaho in the late 60s. He was fun.
When radio was...great.
I heard him on the AM radio when we moved to Los Angeles in 1966.
"Are ya naked?"
Clap for the Wolfman.
XERB the big X over Los Angeles
I used to pick him up at night on a home made crystal radio.
YES!!!Stole the 9v from the smoke detector and hid it under my bed so I could listen after lights-out. The orange glow of the light bulb, that chunky hard plastic ear piece? Man, good times....
Take your clothes offput your hands on the radioTOUCH MY KNOBS~Bob Smith from Brooklyn
I heard him take a call from a woman named Candy. When he asked her if she was like the woman in the book named Candy and she said No. Then he hung up on her.
June-July '66 Camp Las Pulgas. Days humping Mt. Sheep S**t, evenings waiting for the Roach Coach. All washed down with whatever Shasta drink was available and listening in wonder to this guy skipping out of Chula Vista. Not even Cousin Brucie, Dick Biondi or WBT's Saturday Night Hall of Fame could hold a candle. Good Times.
I called out to him at LAX once, and he turned, looked quite hostile, and then decided not to get in my face. I always wondered what was going on in that noggin.