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Anyone know why Dave Schrader's pic and his shows are missing from the front page of midnightinthedesert.com

VULTURE!!!


SQUAWK!

Quote from: Gnoory on May 07, 2018, 09:28:16 PM
I wont spoil the drama of who it is,but in 30 minutes youll find out.
As for Heather, she had a very tough time after Art died. But  In retrospect, she should have welcomed a guest host until she was ready to return. I cant blame Keith at all for wanting to get the show back on the road.

I just wanna know the name of the mysterious podcast she was on before she met art

Quote from: chefist on May 02, 2018, 08:02:55 PM
Is Heather moving in with Joe?

midnight in the swampshed

Quote from: PB the Deplorable on April 24, 2018, 07:40:12 PM
Was she on that Friday?

I thought so... But on second check apparently not.

It goes from Thurs to Monday.
My mistake

So let me get this straight. Heather Wade is part of Art Bell's Inner Circle she even lives right next door but she's completely unaware that he dies until the following day. Whitley Strieber says on his site that Art passed away at 10:30 a.m. on Friday morning but the Bell family wanted to keep it quiet from the media.
Well Heather is on the air Friday night and seems to be completely oblivious to his death. Noory announces it on Coast to Coast AM that same Friday evening and Heather doesn't start responding to it until Saturday morning.
If she is so close to the Bell family how did she not know he died earlier in the day that's all I'm saying...

The #FreeArtBell campaign on Facebook caused my account to be blocked for "abusive behavior".

FYI. All I did was post Pictures to SirusXM's wall.

Maybe 5 or 6 over the span of 24 hours.


LAME

So.... what do you guys say we push for THIS GUY as Art's replacement?

Werewolves is boys.... naked.

Quote from: tertiaryimam on November 07, 2013, 10:28:02 PM
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I've been wondering who owns the name too.... It seems like SiriusXM owns it, since they are playing reruns, they must own the whole thing flat out.
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I wondered this myself. But honestly... I don't care if the show is called Dingleberry Chicken Potpie with Art Bell. I'll listen.

LOL you're welcome.   But, yes I am serious!

Quote from: HMC on November 07, 2013, 06:54:28 AM
I'm assuming your joking, since that's me and I've never been called "hot". If not, thanks.

Holy crap. Your Avi is hot.

Quote from: HMC on November 06, 2013, 11:39:03 PM
Holy crap. I need a stiff drink.


BTW the stream works great in the Maxthon browser too (which is way better than Chrome).

Yeah. I work in a call center too. So, I'm not that surprised they are tracking it. But I was surprised she mentioned it. That's usually hush hush info

Quote from: Luna on November 04, 2013, 09:58:43 PM
That is really interesting that they're tracking it... °π°

FANTASTIC   -- this almost makes it worth it

Quote from: wenck on November 04, 2013, 09:46:11 PM
There's your Hitler reacts to/Downfall parody. Don't mind the typos, I put it together rather quickly using a Downfall parody maker website. I hope Widespread doesn't mind the good natured shout out to his archive.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uR_7Vz6Duo

**ATTENTION***

I  called Sirius to cancel. They gave me a partial refund for the unpaid balance.
She also stated that she has had several calls tonight cancelling over the "programming change".
she mentioned they are tracking the number of cancellations.

who all is listening..... just in case?

I also notice that Art's personal FB account is now gone.

Unaware of the this news, I just fired off this email to Art about 30 minutes ago. Since there is now no chance of anyone hearing it on the air. I will turn to you guys to provide for both your entertainment and with hopes that you might have some answers.


Art,

My name is Brian, and I want to tell you a true story about an experience I had. It’s a bit unbelievable at first, so I ask that you please bear with me. I will try to make this as short as possible without sacrificing any important detail. Please forgive the length of this email.

I want to tell you about The Root Woman.

Back in 1999 I was a pizza delivery man. Prior to that, I played in a rock band.

My band was composed of myself and three other friends whom I met in high school.

After playing local shows and becoming rather popular on a local level, we were signed to an independent record label.

During this time, at one of our shows, I met a young lady named Dawn and the two of us became involved in a relationship.

For nearly two years, the two of us were inseparable. We were rarely out of each other’s sight. She went everywhere with me even on the road.

Then one night, while on tour, our bus driver fell asleep behind the wheel and our tour bus veered over the side of a highway embankment.

Both the driver, and my girlfriend, were killed as a result of the accident.

Also, my lead guitarist suffered an injury to his hand and was unable to play again. I, on the other hand, came out unscathed.

The band broke up as a result of both the tragedy and his injury.

I carried the grief of my loss with me for the next two years.

Flashfoward back to 1999. No longer playing music and I find myself as a pizza delivery driver.

One day, I had a delivery to an old, rundown part of town on the outskirts of an industrial area.

I was not very familiar with this specific location and I had a hard time finding the address. The name on the order simply read “R. Woman”.

I noticed a building that looked like a storefront and there was a makeshift cardboard sign hanging in the window. Written on it in bold black marker was

“Got AIDS? Go see the Root Woman.” â€" I found this to be a rather odd, almost ridiculous sign.

I figured I would take a chance and see if this was the “R. Woman” referenced on the order ticket.

Sure enough, it was. The door was answered by an elderly African-american woman. Her dress seemed to be a bit out of place for the season. It was mid-summer and she was wearing a knitted shaw and very heavy, out of fashion clothes.

She paid for her pizza and as I was turning to walk back to my car she called out to me and said “I can see the stain in your soul. And I can fix it.”

I asked her what she meant, and she said that if I would simply pay her $100 she would erase the terrible past that haunted me.

Now Art, I cannot tell you what came over me because giving money to this woman is something  unheard of for me. But I did it. I’m not sure why.

For the rest of the day, I was really bothered by how out of character it was for me give that much money to a complete stranger with what was obviously a mumbo jumbo scam.

Only, it wasn’t.

Over the course of the next few days, I began to notice certain things seemed to be amiss. Things in my apartment were missing, there was a set of bedsheets in my closet that I swear I had never seen before, phone numbers for people I did not recognize written down in my organizer, but in MY handwriting.

Then three days later, I ran in my guitar player at a McDonalds and I immediately noticed that his hand was perfectly fine. I was shocked! I asked him what happened and he looked at me like I was an idiot.

I explained what I meant and then he REALLY looked at me like I was an idiot. He claimed that he had no knowledge of what I was talking about. We had never been in a band, he said. We tried, but it just never took off.

That’s when I took him to my car and let him listen to our demo tape. Upon hearing it, he had a strange look of confusion on his face. He told me that was creepiest thing he had ever heard. The songs were unknown to him, but it was almost as if he knew exactly how they went.

My mind was reeling…. I called several other friends and NONE of them remembered Mindstain whatsoever.  It was like the past had never happened.

That’s when I got the idea to do something that I’m sure you too have already thought of. I drove to my girlfriend’s house.

I found it to be occupied someone else, naturally. But I had the this nagging feeling not to give up. So I drove to her parent’s home and knocked on the door. Her father answered the door and he did not recognize me. I tried to compose myself and I asked if Sophia lived there. He said she did but she was at work. So, I drove to her workplace and my god Art, she was there. My dead ex-girlfriend was standing behind the checkout counter perfectly alive.

In a state of shock I walked up to her, I couldn’t even speak. I was choking on my words but I asked her if she remembered me.

She stared at me, and her eyes began to tear up. She looked at me with recognition, I know I saw it in her eyes. I know I did. But she said “I’m sorry, I do not know you.”

Art, I didn’t know what to do so I just ran. To this day I have not gone back.

It’s been 14 years, and I these event still haunt me. The best I’ve been able to come up with is that A) I had a two year long hallucination and I’m crazy as a loon or B) This “Root Woman” was somehow able to erase and alter parts of my life and in doing so, prevented my beloved Sophia from dying that night.

The facts point to “B”. I met her when I was in the band. How would I have known where to look for her if the band and my relationship with her was all in my mind?

To this day, I struggle with this reality. I remember a series of events that seemingly never occurred.

The only proof I have of my life as I knew it is demo tape and a partially torn concert flyer. *Interestingly enough BOTH of these items were with me in the car when I made that fateful pizza delivery.

Art, in all your years on the air, dealing with the subjects that you deal with, have you ever heard of this?

Is it some form of time travel, some alternate dimension?

My real question is, do you know any way that I could perhaps wake up these memories in my friends and more importantly Sophia?

I know they’re in there….  But it’s like a veil is pulled.

No one seems to remember this “Root Woman” and upon returning to the building, it appears to be abandoned. I don’t know what to make of this “voodoo lady”.

Any advice would be appreciated.

Quote from: cfm1021983 on September 19, 2013, 10:34:13 PM
Who Ya gonna call?

Hoagie Busters!

Ok... I have no choice. I just had to come out of the wood work for tonight.

LOL

"Dave" got smacked down tonight.   Go GET EM HOAGIE!!!

and... shout out to my girl CFM1021983 for making me get out of bed to listen to this RADIO GOLD

Quote from: General Johnson Jameson on July 30, 2013, 08:32:50 PM
I agree with you Sir. Art's commercials were top notch. Kind of in the way Paul Harvey would put that polish on whatever product he was talking about. I wouldn't mind commercials at all if it were Art doing the voicework himself. The man is just that good.

I used to actually enjoy them. It was part of it.
I used to actually want everything he pitched. C.C. Radio.... Chitosan!  lol

Art's announcement has prompted me to pop out of the shadows to say hello and introduce myself!

I'm a long time fan of Art's. I first heard him around 1997, back when would deliver pizzas on third shift.
The nighttime, city streets and Art Bell were the perfect combination.
I was 18 back then.
I'm 35 now and still an avid Art fan. Last night I finally cancelled my C2C subscription and started up my XM.
Eagerly waiting the return of the master!!

No more UFO Phil....

My sanity is returning already.

Hello gabbers.
Long time lurker, first time poster...
Art's announcement has prompted me to pop out of the shadows to say hello and introduce myself!
I used to post a lot on the Fantastic Forum back in the days.

I'm a long time fan of Art's. I first heard him around 1997, back when would deliver pizzas on third shift.
The nighttime, city streets and Art Bell were the perfect combination.
I was 18 back then.
I'm 35 now and still an avid Art fan. Last night I finally cancelled my C2C subscription and started up my XM.
Eagerly waiting the return of the master!!