Let's be honest here since we're apparently dealing in beads. A budding beer aficianado, ironically named Ryan "Scotch", produced imaging for a rock station back in the day. Light years, some might say, ahead of the station itself at the time. Although he did have a penchant, albeit hidden, for Supertramp and Zeppelin's Achilles Last Stand, he blatantly ripped off riffs from the likes of TOOL and Alice in Chains to make the station sound hipper than the rest of the tired old "laser beam" classic rock stations. The tragic end came years before it should have. Unforseen events involving his family, a nightclub fire and a certain volatile red head eventually led to the clearing and cleaning out of his modest third floor desk, thus silencing the voice and prematurely ending the constant, yet deserved, mental torture of the sales staff that occupied the second floor of that haunted building. I hear that he still wonders why the hell the Vermont Highway Department waits until after the morning commute to plow the highways. Maybe some questions are never meant to be answered.......
