I like Art as much as the next guy. But I cant get over him marrying some young chick a month after his "soul mate" Ramona died.

fishy

He's a great entertainer and a really nice fellow.

I listen to him every night on my PSP radio player (one of three on my PSP) using the shoutcast system.





Great nights I have, yes.


Great nights, except when I'm half asleep, half awake and they're talking about stuff that frightens the dickens out of me. Hard to know what's real in that state.


Still, awesome.

The best thing about Art was he wasn't afraid to challenge his guests. Noorey seems to totally buy everything that guests and callers bring up without challenging any of it.

Ian....I'm not sure what his deal is. He usually bores me right to slumber. I often wonder if he can even get good guests to come on the show with him.

Originally posted by Frankenchrist
I like Art as much as the next guy. But I cant get over him marrying some young chick a month after his "soul mate" Ramona died.

fishy

I have the same problem. A twenty-something year old mail order bride, he changed her name and then they had a baby. He's old enough to be a great-great-grandfather.

And just getting rid of some of his kitties..... then joking and laughing about the poor cat cry-meowing as he was forced to leave.

to the Art of today.

to the Art that used to be.

i just started listening. 2 minutes of program, 5+ minutes of commercials. i just stopped listening.

They don't play the current show until midnight here so I don't listen anymore. I liked Ian better than wild horses knapp. Ian's bumper music usually tied to the subject plus he obviously read & retained whatever book was being pushed.

Originally posted by dreams n chains

Originally posted by Frankenchrist
I like Art as much as the next guy. But I cant get over him marrying some young chick a month after his "soul mate" Ramona died.

fishy

I have the same problem. A twenty-something year old mail order bride, he changed her name and then they had a baby. He's old enough to be a great-great-grandfather.

And just getting rid of some of his kitties..... then joking and laughing about the poor cat cry-meowing as he was forced to leave.

to the Art of today.

to the Art that used to be.

Jesus. I didnt know about the cats! I remember the day he brought the feral cat home and it was scared and hiding. Poor cat.


I dont care if my wife approved of me getting a new wife after she died. But I would be too crushed to hook up with some chick a week or two after my ol lady died.


Tell the truth Art, tell the truth.

I long for the days when the introductory song was played all the way through and Art talked UNDER it with his opening remarks, letting the song dominate and set the mood. He didn't YELL over it the way Noory does. It set the spooky tone. It was so cool. I used to love that show. It was like spending the night in another realm. All good things must come to an end I guess. It's just not the same with Noory.

The thing is I love the song. I think it's a great song and perfect for the show and it deserves to be highlighted.

Originally posted by Frankenchrist
I like Art as much as the next guy. But I cant get over him marrying some young chick a month after his "soul mate" Ramona died.

fishy

I believe his story that he met her online after Ramona's death. What I find creepy is how quickly he was able to bond with someone else after his wife's death. I just don't get that. But everyone is different. He's a Libra. I guess he just could NOT be alone.

The best thing about Art was he wasn't afraid to challenge his guests. Noorey seems to totally buy everything that guests and callers bring up without challenging any of it.

Ian....I'm not sure what his deal is. He usually bores me right to slumber. I often wonder if he can even get good guests to come on the show with him.

Yes!!!! And the thing about it is that the way Noory never challenges anyone gives me the impression he's just patronizing them, that he doesn't really take any of it seriously. It makes it less enjoyable to listen to.