Hello my name is Gabriel Quijas. You may know me better as Drunk the host of Drunk In The A.M.. I was born in Long Beach C.A. on the day hell froze over way back in 1976. When I was a young lad, living with my mother in the beautiful town of Oceanside C.A., I would leave the radio on at night time. I would lay in bed listening to A.M. radio. Back then there was no Art Bell just boring news talk. So you can imagine that it put me to sleep quickly. Yet I would stay up late wondering about the people behind the show's. I would wonder how the voice's travel across the air. Yet as a kid is growing on in life, I forgot about all those thought's. It would not be till many year's later that the spark of radio came back into my life.
As a young adult I was very into making beat's, an flowing on the mic, which lead me to my love of production. Now I never had the money, or the mind set for schooling. I am more of a self taught person. It was at this time in my life that I worked at a golf course. Late at night from midnight till eight in the morning. So to keep my mind sharp during long night's of mowing fairways, I would listen to my radio Idol. Mr. Art Bell of Coast To Coast A.M. fame. It was during those long night's of listening to his tobacco strained voice, that I knew one day I wanted to do that.
As the year's went by, I was Emceeing on stage, and spinning the wheels of steel at clubs. I never tried to get into the radio game. I wanted to be a rapper, had the writing ability, had mad flow skills, yet I fell into other paths. We all have taken a path we should not of been on. Thank the good Lord above, I was able to remove myself from that path.
I found myself working in property management in sunny San Diego. Starting over in a fresh place, learning new trades, meeting new people living life. Still I was doing the music thing in Diego, but not really was more into work. Yet I still was a avid Coast To Coast listener, would stay up late at night, drinking on my porch smoking cigs, chilling with the ladies. Life moved rather quickly in San Diego, next thing I knew I was slowly getting into the first internet radio show I started. After a failed attempt to get into normal radio. My first show was at night time, which was nothing serious, just hogging up 60 Yahoo chat room's and locking the mic down. Which lead me to other means to start, a more involved show.
I had been lead to a site that no longer exist on the web. They let you stream audio and video for free. They would track how many viewers & listeners you would have. So I was very into doing this show. To be honest I do not remember what the heck I called the show. I remember the morning show I would do, that was called Burnt Toast. Yet the night show was the one that was off the chain. I lived in a huge house that let me be creative.
I had a live band in the studio room with me, we had strippers grinding on lucky winning listeners. We had a open bar set up. It was live, it was ill, it was also trouble. It was a constant battle with neighbors, over loud noises, and very ahh naked people. We interviewed local music talent. Talked about the Gulf War 2, so many other topics that I do not remember.
You must be wondering why, that show is still not going. Well to be honest, got in a tad bit of trouble. Seems I made some rather harsh statement's about President Bush 2. That were not nice. What did I say you ask? Well besides the constant bashing over a liar, I said I wanted to give him a hair cut. Yeah a hair cut. Well that was just a excuse to shut down a bastard that was talking to much shit about Da Prez and "The War". After the Secret Service & the San Diego P.D. showed up in force one day, to make it clear that it was time to shut the fuck up. Which I did not like very much. Yet after a very crappy battle with "The Law" my show was over. I never wanted to get back into any form of radio ever again. For many years I had a bad taste in my mouth over what went on. Years went by. I figured as long as Bush 2 was in power, I could not do what I love.
I left San Diego after many years. This is a gap where I will not share with you. In July of 2008, finding myself as a family man, without a job, being a full time stay at home dad. I was going crazy needing to find something to occupy my mind. I found myself look at website, after website, looking for a new chance to start up a new show. With the election in full swing, I had a ton of things to spark out about. I found a website called Blogtalk Radio. Hell I had no idea what a Blog was. Let alone what a talking Blog was. So after much thinking, and research into this Blogtalk Radio, and comparing them to my other options. I jumped on board. With no clue how to do it at all. Between the down time of my daughter sleeping, I began the thinking process of what is now Drunk In The A.M..
Now I did not just go on the air with the show. I figured that to have a brand name, that will not be tainted as sucking right away. I should test the waters so to speak. I saved the Drunk In The A.M. Show name till I was truly ready. My test show was called the Anchormen Show. Which I co-hosted with my long time friend Jim. We both worked on that golf course together, back in the day, and were both huge Art Bell fanatics. We would talk late into the night on that golf course, wondering about doing radio, how we could break into it. Well Blogtalk Radio was our chance. We jumped into it and it was the worst show on Blogtalk Radio. Was crap. Jim jumped ship cause he really did not have the heart for it. I kept going. Hell how do you give up on a dream.
So there I was diaper in one hand mic in the other. Not that I had really figured it out fully yet. I wanted to get Drunk Radio going. So mid July 2008 was my first show.
As thing's got worse in my family life, I kept spending more time with btr, then with my girlfriend, was burned out on a year plus of 24/7 daddy day care. My life was all about my daughter and radio since my relationship was sinking. One day I found myself all alone. No family. Just me and BTR. Yes a ton of missing info, that is not for you to dwell on. I had two options only, one fall into a deep depression, or two fall into Drunk In The A.M. full time. I choose to not give up on my dream. I had listeners, which became my day to day family. They are the one's who got me through my bad time.
Drunk In The A.M. was still not the show I wanted. It was not till I hit rock bottom. Was not till I packed two bags, and fled from California for a fresh start. Most flee from the Mid West to start over. Well like Tom Green I am the backwards man. I moved to Davenport Iowa with a broken heart, not really knowing if this was the answer for me. So I had a ton of past shows to sit and listen to in the Snake Pit.
So after I was ready to get back to work, after moving to the land of corn. I kept on with that boring politico talk, until I got a call from a certain Irish Lass. I took a call from someone as mean as me. She said I was retarded, and a rather boring American bastard. All because I did not like Rick Astley. One phone call changed the direction of my show. Something's in life are meant to be changed. I have said Ingrid is my Robin Quvivers and I am Ingrid's smelly donkey. So for the last six month's we turned our show onto the path of laughter, heart ache from time to time, and of course plain old fun. O small side note, good thing's happen to Drunk radio host's. My family came back, we all now live in Bettendorf Iowa. Happy as drunk's given the key to the gin mill. Listen to the show to get the missing pieces, since I blab to much about my private life with you my listener.
As a young adult I was very into making beat's, an flowing on the mic, which lead me to my love of production. Now I never had the money, or the mind set for schooling. I am more of a self taught person. It was at this time in my life that I worked at a golf course. Late at night from midnight till eight in the morning. So to keep my mind sharp during long night's of mowing fairways, I would listen to my radio Idol. Mr. Art Bell of Coast To Coast A.M. fame. It was during those long night's of listening to his tobacco strained voice, that I knew one day I wanted to do that.
As the year's went by, I was Emceeing on stage, and spinning the wheels of steel at clubs. I never tried to get into the radio game. I wanted to be a rapper, had the writing ability, had mad flow skills, yet I fell into other paths. We all have taken a path we should not of been on. Thank the good Lord above, I was able to remove myself from that path.
I found myself working in property management in sunny San Diego. Starting over in a fresh place, learning new trades, meeting new people living life. Still I was doing the music thing in Diego, but not really was more into work. Yet I still was a avid Coast To Coast listener, would stay up late at night, drinking on my porch smoking cigs, chilling with the ladies. Life moved rather quickly in San Diego, next thing I knew I was slowly getting into the first internet radio show I started. After a failed attempt to get into normal radio. My first show was at night time, which was nothing serious, just hogging up 60 Yahoo chat room's and locking the mic down. Which lead me to other means to start, a more involved show.
I had been lead to a site that no longer exist on the web. They let you stream audio and video for free. They would track how many viewers & listeners you would have. So I was very into doing this show. To be honest I do not remember what the heck I called the show. I remember the morning show I would do, that was called Burnt Toast. Yet the night show was the one that was off the chain. I lived in a huge house that let me be creative.
I had a live band in the studio room with me, we had strippers grinding on lucky winning listeners. We had a open bar set up. It was live, it was ill, it was also trouble. It was a constant battle with neighbors, over loud noises, and very ahh naked people. We interviewed local music talent. Talked about the Gulf War 2, so many other topics that I do not remember.
You must be wondering why, that show is still not going. Well to be honest, got in a tad bit of trouble. Seems I made some rather harsh statement's about President Bush 2. That were not nice. What did I say you ask? Well besides the constant bashing over a liar, I said I wanted to give him a hair cut. Yeah a hair cut. Well that was just a excuse to shut down a bastard that was talking to much shit about Da Prez and "The War". After the Secret Service & the San Diego P.D. showed up in force one day, to make it clear that it was time to shut the fuck up. Which I did not like very much. Yet after a very crappy battle with "The Law" my show was over. I never wanted to get back into any form of radio ever again. For many years I had a bad taste in my mouth over what went on. Years went by. I figured as long as Bush 2 was in power, I could not do what I love.
I left San Diego after many years. This is a gap where I will not share with you. In July of 2008, finding myself as a family man, without a job, being a full time stay at home dad. I was going crazy needing to find something to occupy my mind. I found myself look at website, after website, looking for a new chance to start up a new show. With the election in full swing, I had a ton of things to spark out about. I found a website called Blogtalk Radio. Hell I had no idea what a Blog was. Let alone what a talking Blog was. So after much thinking, and research into this Blogtalk Radio, and comparing them to my other options. I jumped on board. With no clue how to do it at all. Between the down time of my daughter sleeping, I began the thinking process of what is now Drunk In The A.M..
Now I did not just go on the air with the show. I figured that to have a brand name, that will not be tainted as sucking right away. I should test the waters so to speak. I saved the Drunk In The A.M. Show name till I was truly ready. My test show was called the Anchormen Show. Which I co-hosted with my long time friend Jim. We both worked on that golf course together, back in the day, and were both huge Art Bell fanatics. We would talk late into the night on that golf course, wondering about doing radio, how we could break into it. Well Blogtalk Radio was our chance. We jumped into it and it was the worst show on Blogtalk Radio. Was crap. Jim jumped ship cause he really did not have the heart for it. I kept going. Hell how do you give up on a dream.
So there I was diaper in one hand mic in the other. Not that I had really figured it out fully yet. I wanted to get Drunk Radio going. So mid July 2008 was my first show.
As thing's got worse in my family life, I kept spending more time with btr, then with my girlfriend, was burned out on a year plus of 24/7 daddy day care. My life was all about my daughter and radio since my relationship was sinking. One day I found myself all alone. No family. Just me and BTR. Yes a ton of missing info, that is not for you to dwell on. I had two options only, one fall into a deep depression, or two fall into Drunk In The A.M. full time. I choose to not give up on my dream. I had listeners, which became my day to day family. They are the one's who got me through my bad time.
Drunk In The A.M. was still not the show I wanted. It was not till I hit rock bottom. Was not till I packed two bags, and fled from California for a fresh start. Most flee from the Mid West to start over. Well like Tom Green I am the backwards man. I moved to Davenport Iowa with a broken heart, not really knowing if this was the answer for me. So I had a ton of past shows to sit and listen to in the Snake Pit.
So after I was ready to get back to work, after moving to the land of corn. I kept on with that boring politico talk, until I got a call from a certain Irish Lass. I took a call from someone as mean as me. She said I was retarded, and a rather boring American bastard. All because I did not like Rick Astley. One phone call changed the direction of my show. Something's in life are meant to be changed. I have said Ingrid is my Robin Quvivers and I am Ingrid's smelly donkey. So for the last six month's we turned our show onto the path of laughter, heart ache from time to time, and of course plain old fun. O small side note, good thing's happen to Drunk radio host's. My family came back, we all now live in Bettendorf Iowa. Happy as drunk's given the key to the gin mill. Listen to the show to get the missing pieces, since I blab to much about my private life with you my listener.
