Greetings, listeners and wannabe listeners of N.F.R! Once there was no
N.F.R. web page; so, we figured, hey, it was time to either fish or cut
bait. So, here's to you, fellow fisheads. Here's the place to jump over
the weeded tangled line of reality (as Steven Hawking might call it), &
wade on to the limpid interactive virtual fishing pool of National Fishhead
Radio....
| As anyone who could even pretend to be a loyal listener would know
by now, National Fishhead Radio's virtual baitwell is empty, the portable
Coleman generator that powers the transmitter is almost out of gas, and
it's just about time to pack up all the gear, toss all the empty beer cans
into the recycling bin, and head on home. What a time it has been.
All good things have to end. The sixties had to end. There was a last trip to the moon. Even Steven Hawking says the entire universe will eventually go flat, like a bottle of Barqs that's been left open too long. And, so also it is with fishhead radio. But we'll always have the pictures. We'll always have the tapes. And the memories. And this website. That's right, folks. Everyone cruising the internet from anywhere on the planet will have a chance to see what they've missed. The Casablanca resort will have a chance to see that making people laugh really is more important than knocking over little white wooden figurines that look like Roseanne. The National Endowment for the Arts will look at this website and lament the fact that all the creations they have left to fund are humdrum paintings, hackneyed photographs, and sacred objects immersed in jars of urine. They missed their chance. So this website remains as an educational legacy for humanity. Strayhorn taught us to not take life so seriously. Who can walk down the tackle aisle of WalMart and not think a funny thought about rubber skirts and bobbers from this day forth? Who can play an offhanded drum roll with trash cans and not think of Gill Gilmanowski? Who will watch "Some Like It Hot", and not think that the role played by Marilyn Monroe should be played in the re-make by Chenille Rivers? These are among the legion fishy contributions to American culture memorialized here. Yes. It is over. It's like the sequence at the end of "The Wrath of Khan", where a tragically demised Spock is shot out of the Enterprise in a photon torpedo hull to strains of "Amazing Grace". You can't help but get a little teary-eyed. It's O.K. to feel that way. Us fellow fishheads will be your virtual support group. Remember that endings are often really new beginnings. It might be that Fishhead Radio will be spawned again in another form, such as National Fishhead Interactive Television, Trout Net, or cod knows what. It might end up being more like a metamorphosis of a tadpole or a grub than a winter kill. So don't let this add to your mid-life crisis. Ask your doctor for a little Prozac, keep an even keel, and see what re-surfaces. Farewell for now, fellow fishheads. We must set sail with the winds of fate. I hope to see you all again on the other side. |
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Sandra || Quote || Cast & Crew || Fish Links || Call the Show || Wiggle On || Sponsors |
If you know of any other sites dedicated to N.F.R., please let
us know. We'll hook you up!
Visit the new
and ehanced Fantail Site at Crosswinds also!
DON'T BOTHER WIPING THE SCREEN -- IT'S SUPPOSED TO LOOK THAT
WAY!
(This is, after all, a wet page.)
To see a picture of the curvacious and beautiful
aficianette Sandra Bullock, who we are told is going
to be interviewed on an upstream cast of National Fishhead Radio, CLICK HERE!
To save the picture of "I'm not very photogenic" Ms.
Bullock in your computer, right-click on the picture and use the "save
image as..." option. You will thank me. 
For
a review of Sandra's new movie, Hope Floats, click here!
This page very kindly hosted by ANGELFIRE with servers
ablazing, and service amazing
(click on the logo to go there)
Fishhead public art at Cannery Row near Monterey, CA.
This probably depicts a fishy scene from a tawdry Steinbeck novel.
National Fishhead QUOTE
OF THE WEEK.
What? You haven't heard of N.F.R. before, and you're not one of the 35 or so current listeners? That's O.K.! It's the fishing show that's so funny, even the guests sometimes don't believe they're on the air. Now you can also tuna into the casts on the web! BOOKMARK this page, and return again and again to drift on over to Strayhorn Spadewater's page. There, you can use your computer to hear the archived virtual casts, and be a part of the interactive fun, even if your local stations are too stuffy, crabby, or insensitive to air it out.
INTRODUCTION TO THE CAST AND CREW OF N.F.R.;
Pink
"Pinkie" Johnson -
The bucketmouthed announcer who usually has just a little too much to say.
Zip it , Pinkie.
Chenille
Rivers - I don't know what
she is supposed to do for the show, but she does it extremely well. She
is, thankfully on the show more often now. When she is, the only inconvenience
is that I have to borrow the fan from the next room to keep my radio from
overheating. Aye, carumba.
Strayhorn
Spadewater - The guy who strings it all together, ex-advertising
guy and probably ex-alot-of-things we don't know, purveyor of barbless
wit and tacklebabble. He's notlt;/B> a politician, and he's not a
convicted felon (at least, we think he isn't); he is a powerful and influential
radio personality, and a cod-fearing man. Broadcasting from a secret location
in the desert about twenty clicks south of Dottie Diva's Donut Dive and
Kathouse Korner (that's not too far from Art Bell's porch), Strayhorn's
broadcast reaches from the blunt tip of Florida to the outermost reaches
of Mongolia, making it one of the most underestiamted cultural and ichtheological
influences on this planet. We only hope it is for the better.
The
Maribou Sisters - Yowza. They'd be great if only we could find
them.
Also
- the guy that points the broadcast umbrella up at the satellite, Gil Gilmanowski
who plays the trash can, the voluptuous creature (Julie) that answers the
telephone and puts you in hold, Jerkbait George, and the rest of the Viagra(TM)
abusing cast and crew -- sorry, we'll add ya later! (Whaddaya want
- we didn't get so much as one worn out rubber chicken for thinking up
this idea!)
For information on Viagra(TM), click here.
FREE DOWNLOAD!
- The
Compleat Angler! .......(also
available as text file)
Another good read - A Moment's Reflection
More fish prose by John Donne (AKA the Poet of Love), as read by Sir
Nigel Moorehead - ; The Bait.
FREE DOWNLOAD #2! - Here now.... download a text-version
of the N.F.R. station list. You can print it, and stick it in your
glove compartment! Find the casting tower in your area & rip off the
knob. Don't get beached again on your trips!
ALSO .....fishheads
can join in on a Chum-Chopper's Chat session during
the Saturday live cast, using FREE
PowWow software.
New!
Fish - links to spawn your imagination.
A
Fishy Screensaver (Windows 3.1)NOW
ALSO - an
interactive virtual fish for your computer (Windows '95)!
Geez, my back hurts. Don't worry,
we'll be finished soon!
CALL THE SHOW!
Yes, you can! Drop 'em a line! Let Stray know what you think of the show,
get free stuff sometimes on Saturday afternoons, and reassure yourself
that the show is for real! Poke
For dyslexic listeners, that's 1-888-248-6224.
BOOKMARK this page -- AND NOW, (DRUM ROLL PLEASE), SLIP ON OVER TO THE SHOW YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, FISHHEAD RADIO!
WIGGLE
DOWN THE NET TO N.F.R.
(Click! When the page turns salmon-colored, you're
there.)
Support the Virgin River Hotel and Casino, where your fantasies come to life in cheap rooms, and the fishing --- is less than acceptable.
Also, be sure to visit the Casablanca Casino and Resort, located in beautiful Mesquite Nevada, not too far from area 51. "Go and relaksh foa awhile, shweethoat."
Thank them for having the intestinal
fortitude to back up Strayhorn. Until the National Endowment for the Arts
finally gets a clue and cuts N.F.R. a check, the generous grants of the
above are essential in keeping the performance art of these broadcasts
alive. You can e-mail 'em
here. You can also show moral support by e-mailing
Strayhorn here.
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