Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Breaking News! - Art Bell Retires. Again

For the 23rd time, Art Bell has announced his retirement from the late-night syndicated radio talk show, Coast to Coast A.M., he began a decade and a few years ago.

Bell, who died five years ago, said from the grave that he was leaving the weekend hosting job because wanted to spend more time with his new wife and new daughter after his marriage last year to a 20-year-old Filipino mail-order bride less than a month after the unexpected death of his "soul-mate" Ramona.

Ramona, still stung by the then 65-year-old Bell's lack of respect for the grieving process said she isn't surprised by his most recent retirement annoucement. "What, you mean he's retiring again!?" she asked while sitting as the contents of an urn of ashes in Bell's sock drawer.

"Geez, I tell you - if it wasn't one thing it was another. First he retired because he just wanted to retire after 30 years in the business. Then after no one complained, he came back. Then he quit after his son, Art Bell Junior was kidnapped by a child-molester and thanks to a Toronto radio station, people thought that Art was the molester. So, sure, I can see wanting some time after that. Then he came back, made up some story about falling off the new back-yard deck he was putting up on our trailer-home and started calling in 'sick' four nights out of his scheduled five. And came back again. Then he decided to retire again just because he had turned 60 and thought it was his right. But when his replacement, George Noory started to become popular, Art decided to come back again -
but just for weekends.

"And then I died. On a trip in our new RV to the county seat, no less. Kind of a busman's holiday it was, seeing as we spent the rest of our time living in a motor-home up on blocks in the middle of the Nevada desert anyway.

"But God bless him, he was back on the job three weeks later. Art needs radio. Art needed to work after I died. Art needs to feel important. Either that, or he just loves radio more than he loves my memory."

Bell's new wife and child speaking through a spokesperson for Seance-entology report that they hope to be reunited with Bell soon through astral-projection.

Unfortunately, Bell has never mastered even the basics of travelling astrally.

"Oh sure, I remember when he claimed to have had his first out-of-body experience when we made our trip to Paris back in 1999," says Ramona from her urn. "He said he floated out of our bed, through the window and them hovered over the Eiffel Tower before being sucked back to our bed. Lord knows I love the guy and Whitley Steiber is a tonne of laughs too but even I couldn't keep a straight face when he walked out of the bathroom of our hotel room in Paris and sprung that one one me.

"Take it from me - the only sucking Art did that night was from gasping for air after puking his guts out into the bidet after those crazy French chef's served him an undercooked steak. As he always does with red meat - or white for that matter, Art poured half a bottle of ketchup over top and never had a clue that it was totally pink inside.

"Oh, and as for his other claim about us seeing a triangular craft, possibly a UFO hovering overtop of us on our way home from Vegas one night? Well, I'm dead now and so is Art so the truth doesn't matter. But we cooked up that story ourselves. I'm surprised that no one ever caught on but his radio show had just become hot with 100 stations picking him up for syndication, and he was getting worried.

"So we're coming back from playing the slots one night and he says to me, 'Listen, Ramona - every one of the guests and experts on my show have seen a UFO, but I haven't. It just doesn't look good. Look - we can either go home or head over to Area 51 and spend the night looking for one - or we can just make up a story about seeing one right now and I'll talk about it on Monday - if my back don't start acting up again - if you know what I mean, ha-ha."

"So, NO - we didn't see no UFO that night ... and Art never really hovered over the Eiffel Tower in an out-of-body experience either. We made it all up."

Ramona Bell contined, "And I'll let you all in on another little secret - you know Coast-to-Coast's most popular guest - Richard C. Hoagland - that 'Face on Mars' guy? Listen to his voice really carefully next time. It's really Ashton Kutcher. And I ain't shittin' ya either.

"And another thing - most of the stuff you still hear on Coast, it's all made up!"

When contacted by ouijii-board, many regulars asked 'Is it me?' while they bumped the table and eagerly awaited Bell's patented dead-pan replay of - "Only YOU know the answer to that yourself, sir."

But then, he assured everyone that this retirement would indeed be his last when he stated the familiar reply to any on-air caller who didn't have the brains to turn down his radio when it was their turn to be 'on the air' ---- "Caller, please turn your radio OFF."

It may have took him ten ways to Sunday to actually say it, but - what the heck, we'll miss him. George Noory is great.
But there is only one Art.

Happy retirement, Art.

And we're looking forward to hearing you again before the 'Ghost to Ghost' show at Halloween.

Have a good weekend.

16 Comments:

Blogger Crazylegs said...

There is only one Art Bell - but that was before the Greys cloned him several times over and installed the results in key time zones across the Coast to Coast AM network to answer the phones. If only we'd been so fortunate when Dr. Demento ruled the radio dial.

7:53 PM  
Blogger Sonny Drysdale said...

You know, Crazy - I think you just might be onto something there.

It sounds like something you might read in a book with a title like, oh I don't know, 'Conspiracy Files' - but now that you mention it, it all makes sense.

Now - how do you explain Charles Adler? That guy is obviously not of this world.

1:42 AM  
Blogger Pagan Mnemosyne said...

Here's how 'Coast To Coast' works:

Monday:Announce imminent disaster/alien invasion/breaking news that will change the world. Promise more details Friday.

Tuesday: Fill in some details about said event. Hint at dark knowledge concerning above. Remind everyone that Friday is the big day.

Wednesday: Spend three hours talking about how the 'Government' wants to shut you down because of what you're going to say on Friday.

Thursday: Hype Friday's show to the point of rabidity. Play Crystal Gayle.

Friday: Announce big news: instead of imminent disaster/alien invasion/breaking news that will change the world, choose one of the following:

1. Price of gas will go up five cents.

2. Chicken is good for you.

3. Scientists have determined that there might be life maybe on some planet in space, but probably not.

The following Monday?

Repeat the process, but never mention the last week's Big Story ever again.

Or retire.

3:18 PM  
Blogger Sonny Drysdale said...

So what are you saying, Kid?

That an invasion by China on U.S. soil ISN'T imminent?

Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and find out by this Friday then, won't we Mr. Smarty-Pants.

2:33 AM  
Blogger Honey Pot said...

Did he really retire? Mercy, I just seen a thing in the msm the other day with Mad Maude Barlow wanting to raise the alarm about the Americans taking over Canada for our water. How is she suppose to get the message out with Art in retirement?

9:23 AM  
Blogger Butch McLarty said...

Everytime I hear that song, Hot Legs, by Hot Rod Stewart, I think of Honey Pot Sugar Scoop.

Who's that knocking on my door?
It's gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round for more?
Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you Honey Pot

Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand
I'm a working man
Gonna need a shot of Vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talking to you
Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you Honey Pot

Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
He's touching sixty four

You got legs right up to your neck
You're making me a physical wreck
I'm talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school
Hot legs, you're making me a fool
I love you Honey Pot

Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you Honey Pot
Hot legs, youre wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, you're still in school
I love you Honey Pot.

2:13 PM  
Blogger Honey Pot said...

Butch, you into the sauce again?

Butch, do you love me
enough to unban me from alt?

Let me come back kick some ass, and shake it up abit?

It would do wonders for your site.

You can always ban me again after the whingers start complainning.I like getting banned, gives me energy.

Girls just want to have fun.

5:34 AM  
Blogger Butch McLarty said...

You promise to wear that nurse's uniform that you know I like so much?

9:03 AM  
Blogger Butch McLarty said...

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2:16 PM  
Blogger Sonny Drysdale said...

Thanks Butch - POWER TO YHE PEOPLE!/Right on!

I notice that we have Howie Hampton's support too. Quel surprise.

2:05 AM  
Blogger Butch McLarty said...

MEMORANDUM OF AGREEMENT between His Lordship Butch (The Beast McLarty, proprietor of www.altlondon.org and Honey Pot Sugar Scoop, permitting her to return as a registered user to www.altlondon.org.

1. Honey Pot Sugar Scoop shall at all times post on www.altlondon.org while wearing a white nurse's uniform, fish-net hose, white nurse's shoes and a hijab.

2. Honey Pot Sugar Scoop shall at all times address His Lordship Butch (The Beast) McLarty as "His Lordship Butch (The Beast) McLarty."

3. Honey Pot Sugar Scoop shall at all times refer to U.S. President George W. Bush as a "simpleton" or a "half-wit."

4. Honey Pot Sugar Scoop shall at all times refer to Jack Layton, leader of the federal NDP as "the next prime minister of Canada."

5. Honey Pot Sugar Scoop shall at all times voice her support for universal health care, documentary film-maker Michael Moore and socialism, and hereinafter always refer to Canada by its proper name of "Canuckistan."

6. Honey Pot Sugar Scoop shall at all times demand that Canadian troops in Afghanistan be returned to their home military bases in Canuckistan, including the Van Doos.

7. Honey Pot Sugar Scoop shall at all times refer to Her Ladyship Betty McLarty as "Her Ladyship Betty McLarty."

8. Honey Pot Sugar Scoop shall at all times refer to the "Gods of Glowtardism" as "The Most Holy of Deities" and swear alleigance to them each and every morning at sunrise.


______________________________
Honey Pot Sugar Scoop

______________________________
His Lordship Butch (The Beast) McLarty

DATED this ____ day of July, 2007

7:17 AM  
Blogger Butch McLarty said...

Here's the song that comes to mind when Honey Pot Sugar Scoop wears her white nurse's uniform.

Song: Devil With a White Dress On/Good Golly Miss Honey Pot

Fee, fee, fi, fi, fo-fo, fum
Look at Honey Pot now [2: look out once again, now], here she comes
Wearin' her wig hat and shades to match
She's got high-heel shoes and an alligator hat
Wearin' her pearls and her diamond rings
She's got bracelets on her fingers, now, and everything
She's the devil with the white dress, white dress, white dress,
Devil with the white dress on
Devil with the white dress, white dress, white dress,
Devil with the white dress on
Wearin' her perfume, Chanel No. 5
Got to be the finest girl alive
She walks real cool, catches everybody's eye
She's got such good lovin' that they can't say goodbye
Not too skinny, she's not too fat
She's a real humdinger and I like it like that
She's the devil with the white dress, white dress, white dress,
Devil with the white dress on
Devil with the white dress, white dress, white dress,
Devil with the white dress on

("Good Golly Miss Honey Pot" interlude:)
Good golly, Miss Honey Pot
You sure like to ball
Good golly, Miss Honey Pot
You sure like to ball
While you're rockin' and rollin'
Can't you hear your mama call
From the early, early mornin' 'til the early, early nights
See Miss Honey Pot rockin' at the House of Blue Lights
Good golly, Miss Honey Pot
You sure like to ball
While you're rockin' and rollin'
Can't you hear your mama call

7:35 AM  
Blogger Honey Pot said...

....ahhh, let me think. No I can't go with those terms.

You gave me a good idea though, I have to do an Edith Cavell this weekend.

Sonny, how is going? Are you guys getting anywhere?

8:19 AM  
Blogger Sonny Drysdale said...

Hi H.P. - no, we're not getting anywhere.

But I almost got run over the other day by an idiot in a 10-tonne truck who tried to run the picket-line without stopping.

Singlehandedly held the mutha up tho. Looked straight into the eyes of uncertain death and laughed.

3:26 AM  
Blogger Nanook said...

I wish I could say I see the humor value in the situation. I think it's unfortunate and we're not being told the real story and I do not believe it's because Art Bell had previous relationships go south. I totally find the Ramona impersonation to be incredibly distasteful. It's one thing to make fun of someone while they're around to defend themselves, but to disrespect the dead like that is quite another.

10:41 PM  
Blogger Sonny Drysdale said...

Hi Nanook - no disrespect was intended re: Ramona.

However, LOTS of disrepect intended for Art Bell. As a first-time caller/long-time listener, I'm getting really tired of the frequency of all these 'retirements.'

Believe me, he'll be back.

4:38 AM  

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