Lets Talk About Awful

Not Pictured: Sobriety

Those of you that have followed Blue Ribbon Radio over any point in the last three years know that there is no more awful pair of bastards this side of hell than me, and my co-host, Andrew. We drink until you have liver damage, we have ingested more drugs than Charlie Sheen on a runner, and at least one of us has shot someone in the face. We're the worst.

But what does it really mean to be "awful"? Why have we based our entire show, and internet presence, on something that the normal person, even some of our would be listeners, would find offensive?

The answer is pretty simple. It's who we are, and we refuse to misrepresent ourselves as anything less. Why would we? The entire point of country music is truth, and that's what we represent. Just like Waylon Jennings, George Jones, Hank Williams, and countless others, we wear our faults on our sleeves, and we're proud of them. We know we're terrible, and we embrace it.

The world is littered with people shunning their natural instincts and ignoring who they are for profit and popularity. We have announced loudly "FUCK THAT!" We are who we are, and there are many more like us, and they will get we do, and you guys are the reason we do this.

We have no voice. There are other shows, and blogs, and as good as they are, they do not embrace the absolute awful that we represent. This is why we have created the "All Encompassing Blog Of Awful". This isn't just a place for me and Andrew to blow off steam, this is YOUR blog.

We all have a voice here at Blue Ribbon Radio. It's a slurred voice, but a voice nonetheless. When you get drunk after a long week at work and need to let off steam, don't hold that shit it in. Write it down and send it to us! Do you want to record a podcast? Send it to us! Everybody needs an outlet for their awful. This is your outlet. Embrace it.

We're back. We're awful. Cheers.



Chris Miller is currently living in Chico, Ca. He spends his free time trying to think of ways to entertain people he's never met