professor0400

At the age of 40 with a leaky heart valve and car payments and rent to pay, there is a twelve-year-old boy that wants to hear Johnny Fever drag a needle across vinyl and drag a floundering Ohio radio station into the rock era. I have driven across Cincinnati at least a hundred times, but I still long to catch a glimpse of the Flimm building, and let the news tell me that "...while the Senator admitted to being intoxicated, he could note explain his nudity." (Best Ted Kennedy Joke Ever!) WKRP was based on creator Hugh Wilson's experiences at Atlanta radio station WQXI. The Turkeys really happened at Lenox Square in Atlanta, and Fever was rumored to have been modeled on longtime Atlanta radio personality (the late) "Skinny" Bobby Harper.

As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly!

Oh my lord, lets see...all of the elements of Bollywood done with American Blues and a cast that includes a diverse selection of the greatest talents of the twentieth century. Yeah, I can see how that would be the defining film for a generation. I don't feel like I'm in a movie when I go to Los Angeles. I do when I go to Chicago. Rest well, Mr. Belushi, and have the 8-track warmed up when we meet in the next life. We dream of a world where we can outrun the police, save our homes, and be great musicians. The Blues Brothers did exactly that. Fighting injustice and deflating the pompous? Ditto. Jamming with Ray Charles and Aretha Franklin? Y'all, this is like getting to be invisible with the powers of Superman. It may never be topped.