RI Free Radio | Listen and Enjoy The Music Free
  • RI Free Radio
    • Our Mission
  • Listen Now
    • Song Request
  • On-Air Calendar
  • Blog
  • Event Calendar
  • Media Partners
    • Causes >
      • PSA's
  • Podcast Archive
  • RI Traffic cam
    • RI Beach Cam
  • Contact Us
    • Support us
    • Submit Your Blog
    • Music Submissions

ICYMI: RI Free Radio - New Year's Eve LIVE

1/2/2019

Comments

 

​Chuckles the Klown, George Goner, and Chuck DeClown Join Tony Jones LIVE at the RI Free Radio studio to countdown the final hours from 2018 to 2019. 

Comments

Notes From The 3rd Shift: Book Review - 1965: The Most Revolutionary Year in Music

10/31/2018

Comments

 
Picture
 ​Talk about a case of be careful what you ask for, because you might get it. I complained about a non-fiction book I recently reviewed, saying that it ran wild with unverified facts and the author’s opinions substituted for historical truth. Well, those are not among the faults to be found in Andrew Grant Jackson’s new book “1965: The Most Revolutionary Year in Music.” Whether it has other faults depends upon how seriously a reader takes the subject of popular music. This book is footnoted and indexed. It also contains the best four-page summary of the Vietnam War I have ever read. If you are a music freak with a love of rock music and the soul of a librarian you will enjoy Jackson’s work. For those who hated school and couldn’t wait to escape back to the stereo in their bedroom or to the garage band practice space, I’d say check out something else.


I admit to bias on this question. I’m one of the garage band kids. But they gave me this book to review, and I’m going to review it. I also enjoy the study of history, and as I said, the author’s non-musical thumbnail sketches of events like Vietnam are excellent. I won’t argue about Jackson’s ‘Most Revolutionary’ subtitle, either. I could, and if I did, I’d use one of those 1950’s years that contained Little Richard, Wanda Jackson, Elvis, Chuck Berry, and Jerry Lee Lewis all making music at the same time. But the year 1965 included Dylan’s “Like A Rolling Stone,” and that song by itself brings a lot of weight to the argument. Besides, if you’re talking decades instead of years, the 1960’s wins the revolutionary award hands down, and ‘65 is as good a year to select from it as any.

“1965” is well-written and packed with information. It will help you in your next ‘best of’ argument with a fellow music geek. You know: who’s the best band, best guitarist, best vocalist. I’d look forward to a future book from Mr Jackson titled “Most Revolutionary Performer”. My vote would go to Little Richard, with runner-ups Elvis, David Bowie, and Lou Reed. I say this to encourage Mr Jackson. But lighten up a little next time around.

-George Goner
(Host of The Haunted Cabaret on RI Free Radio) ​​

Comments

Notes From The 3rd Shift: Book Review - “Snakes! Guillotines! Electric Chairs!: My Adventures in the Alice Cooper Group”

8/23/2018

Comments

 
Picture
​“Snakes! Guillotines! Electric Chairs!...My Adventures in the Alice Cooper Group” by Dennis Dunaway, Alice Cooper’s bass player in his original ‘60s-early ‘70s band, is a must-read. Not only because it will send you scurrying like a musical retro-rat to the dusty box at the back of your closet to dig out Alice Cooper CDs with names like Easy Action and Love It to Death and
Billion Dollar Babies, but because this book also has the Black Juju power to send you out the front door to the nearest dive bar in search of live music.

Really. At least it’s true if you held a lighter instead of a smartphone in the air at arena rock shows. It might even be true if an old person gave you the book for your birthday, and you’re actually trying to read it because they grounded you, and took your phone away for doing something really fun and really stupid, and you’re bored. People do lots of fun stupid things in the book. Dunaway could have added a whole extra set of exclamation-pointed words to the title: “Drugs! Sex! Chickens!” He disinters an era of music and demented goings-on that deserve to be relived. And the music needs to be heard, because of its quality.

In that box at the back of my closet, along with the best of Alice Cooper, are CDs of The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, MC5, Lou Reed, and Paul Butterfield. Dunaway knew many of the musicians in these bands personally. His stories about them, especially Jim Morrison, are highlights in the book. So are his accounts of the girlfriends, groupies, GTOs, and assorted freaks and geeks of Hollywood Boulevard.
​
But it’s obvious he still holds a special love for his own Alice Cooper group. Especially for his high school buddy Vince Furnier (aka Alice), and guitarist Glen Buxton. According to Dunaway, Rolling Stone Magazine named Buxton one of the hundred best rock guitarists. Listen to the Love It to Death album and judge for yourself. Read the book and judge that for yourself, too. I think you’ll be glad you did both.

​
-George Goner
(Host of The Haunted Cabaret on RI Free Radio) ​

Comments

Notes From The 3rd Shift: Book Review - “Just A Shot Away: Peace Love and Tragedy with the Rolling Stones at Altamont”

8/20/2018

Comments

 
Picture
​The Grateful Dead are more to blame than the Rolling Stones for the concert at Altamont, and the murder of Meredith Hunter by the Hells Angels did not take place during ‘Sympathy for the Devil”, but four songs later during “Under My Thumb”. These are the two major takeaways from Saul Austerlitz’s new book, “Just A Shot Away: Peace Love and Tragedy with the Rolling Stones at Altamont”. So the Stones lose a bit of evil lustre. There goes the satanic ritual/human sacrifice angle so dear to the hearts of suburban 16-year-olds listening to “Beggars Banquet” in the 1970s on their cassette players, arguing about which rock band was the most evil.

The illusions of youth must die sometime.

Austerlitz describes the Stones as disinterested, not diabolical. The Hells Angels are brutal thugs. The concert organizers are both incompetent and self-interested. The audience of 300,000 is drunk, high, and delusional. All the elements for what the author calls a ‘misbegotten’ show are in place (great word, if used too many times).

The book is fascinating. Who knew the Grateful Dead were responsible for most of the
organizing, and that they turned chicken and ran to a helicopter to escape the violence they’d helped bring about? Or that they and others behind the fiasco tried to put together a major event in less than a week? Or that Marty Balin of Jefferson Airplane got punched in the face for swearing at a Hells Angel who complained the fans were knocking over and vandalizing the Angels’ motorcycles? Or that Meredith Hunter, the murder victim, was a junkie and not such a nice guy? Almost 300 pages of entertaining incidents and details.

Good job so far. Then, Austerlitz goes astray.

The story of Altamont has holes in it. Facts that will never be known. Of course it does. How could it not, when most of the witnesses to the event are guilty of criminal or at least irresponsible behavior, stupidity, and being loaded with alcohol, weed, and acid?
Unfortunately, Austerlitz chooses to fill in the narrative gaps himself.

He puts thoughts in people’s heads, words in peoples’ mouths. Describing the last moments of Meredith Hunter’s life, with music playing at rock concert volume amid screams of enthusiasm and terror, Austerlitz claims the dying Hunter, lying on the ground after being stabbed six times, said, “‘I wasn’t going to shoot you.’” He further claims the dying man said this “softly”. No source is given for this direct quote. It’s a shame Austerlitz chooses to discredit himself this way as a writer of fact, while writing about a subject he claims to care so deeply about.

Read the book, but don’t trust it too much. Just like Meredith Hunter and several other violence-and drug-induced casualties at Altamont learned the hard way not to trust all those professed ideals of peace and love preached by the ‘60s counterculture. 

-George Goner
(Host of The Haunted Cabaret on RI Free Radio) 


​

Comments

Notes from Terror Con...Of Zombies, Lasik Girls, & Lady Vampires

2/27/2017

Comments

 
Picture
So here we are at Terror Con, the crew of Rhode Island Free Radio.org. Also in attendance: evil clowns, a couple of zombie Star Wars troopers, a killer car, a battered Jurassic Park jeep, and aisle upon crowded aisle of merchandise vendors, food vendors, artists, authors, and a bunch of ‘B’ movie and TV show celebrities not getting as much attention as they’d like for their 30 dollar autographs and 50 dollar photos. It does my heart good to see the clowns, dead stormtroopers, and a faux Batman and Wonder Woman getting more attention than the grizzled oldster who played Danny Torrance in The Shining once upon a time. (You remember, the kid with the stupid haircut that rode the Big Wheel and talked to his finger.) There’s also Kane Hodder (Jason Voorhees), some folks from The Walking Dead, the Cenobites from Hellraiser(minus Doug Bradley), Adrienne Barbeau, a Freddy Krueger pinball machine (Our own Tony Jones has his eye on the pinball machine), and last but not least a table full of RI Free Radio stickers, pins, CD’s and candy that needs to either be given away or thrown away by 5 pm Sunday afternoon.

Saturday, 9 am. We dose ourselves every hour with caffeine and sugar. Our self- promoting outgoing natures do not manifest without help before 2 pm. My outgoing nature threatens not to manifest at all after a conversation with the owner of Christine, the car I mentioned at the top of the first paragraph. Sad to relate, I found the present owner to be just as obsessed with the evil auto as the kid in the King novel and Carpenter’s movie adaptation. Can’t sit behind the wheel, can’t lean on it, can’t touch it. Oh, well. Just a missed photo op for Tony Jones and me and the rest of the RI Free Radio crew. My real concern is for that man’s family. I hope one of the demonologists at this event notices the state of affairs around that car and takes the proper steps.

11 am My mood revives with the arrival at our booth of two Lasik Girls. Cute, eager, intellectual. By the time they finish their pitch to restore our 20/20 vision, and the second one has discussed the conditions and problems threatening our world and their solutions, we have also been visited by robed cultists, a fanged leather-clad female vampire, Michael Myers, and Santa Claus. We give out CD’s, buttons, and stickers. I convince our Dj Psycho Eddie, a large man in prison garb and face-paint, to stop asking little kids if they want candy because it’s creeping me out. Ask the parents about the candy, I tell him. Give promo stickers to the kids to stick on mommy’s car. We try to talk somebody into slapping a RI Free Radio sticker on Christine’s back bumper, but nobody’s brave enough.

Sunday, 1 pm The day goes on. The pile of internet radio station merch in front of us goes down. We meet several possible recruits to our RI Free Radio Family. We teach you the internet radio ropes for free, we tell them, you won’t owe us any gigantic student loan amounts when you’ve finished learning. This is true. We take the commitments we make seriously. Less seriously do we take the inflatable T-rexes bopping down the aisle, or the Crypt Keeper’s voice screeching over the announcement intercom.

3 pm I have a problem of my own: for every single dollar in my pocket, there’s a Ben Franklin worth of stuff I want to leave with. Posters and Godzilla action figures, autographed books and signed pics, a set of erotic female monster stickers that stick to anything. That Freddy Krueger pinball machine (maybe I’ll talk to Tony about going halfsies on that)... Lasik eye surgery. Christine.

5 pm I settle for the erotic female monster stickers that stick to anything. For the rest, there’s next year. 

-George Goner
(Host of The Haunted Cabaret)

Comments

Unspeakable?

5/23/2016

Comments

 
Picture
​Fog creeps in the small hours of morning among the old grey buildings of Providence’s business district. It halos streetlights, and the headlights of the occasional wandering car or city bus. The salty tang of Narragansett Bay has drifted in with the fog. I can taste it when I go to the door for a breath of outside air to escape the mustiness of the building lobby. I’m halfway through the Third Shift on Tuesday morning, deciding if I have the balls to leave the security desk for another trip in the freight elevator down to the basement men’s room. I don’t want to, not after what I heard earlier tonight, but I washed down a small pepperoni pizza with three Diet Cokes and a Ginger Ale just after midnight, and there’s really no question I need to answer the call of nature.

The freight elevator door slides open at basement level, and I walk along a corridor lined with trash bins and maintenance doors to the men’s room. The bathroom door is ajar and the lights are on just as I left them. If anything’s waiting in there, I want to see it from the outside corridor. Not that I saw anything the first time, you understand, it’s only what I heard. But that doesn’t prevent me from imagining the possible owner of the mouth that hellish noise came from. I cross the tile floor to the urinal and unzip. Waiting for my bladder to agree that it needs to piss more than it wants to get out of here takes a minute or two.

I transferred to the Kurd’s Head Building from the apartment complex three weeks ago and up until now everything has been peaceful. Even the water cooled, century ­old boilers have not overheated, and the water pit that supplies them with water has not overflowed. The shriek I heard, that turned my spine to water just after I came on duty at eleven, does not reoccur by the time I finish my business.

It’s been two months since that night, and the shriek, enraged and nearly ultrasonic in its fury, has not been repeated. The most disturbing thing in that men’s room is the stained tile from a leaking urinal. Which explains, I suppose, why weird events become stories around campfiresand at Halloween parties and not documented phenomena. They don’t operate according to schedule. People who claim to collect solid evidence like detectives of the paranormal find their cases shot full of holes in the ordered scientific laboratory. This pleases me. Not everything in this world should be correlatable like an accountant’s business figures.

I’ve found myself in the neighborhood of life’s strange and unverifiable incidents several times. Sometimes it’s disturbing, sometimes amusing, a few times downright terrifying. I blog about some of them, use others in my short stories, or as material for my Haunted Cabaret internet radio show. Sometimes I decide it’s best to keep quiet and not tell at all. I do this not because these things are unspeakable, because nothing is unspeakable in our present ­day culture. Political correctness deals only with social indiscretions, not atrocities. Atrocities are reported with glee, by the media and in private conversation, with an affection that used to be reserved for adolescent love affairs.

Most of what you’ll see on the news that’s described as shocking and tragic: ISIS, the shooters killing children­ are media created. A small factual item is taken­ a terrorist attack, the murder of a kidnapped or abused child­ and amplified and glorified until it spawns a string of sequels. We love sequels, whether it’s Star Wars, Freddy Krueger the pedophile and cultural icon, or ISIS finding new and painful ways to kill people (The people we are fascinated to watch being tortured and killed lately are Christians, gays and women in general­ so much for America’s progressive agenda).

It’s impossible to describe, in suitable words, the feeling of waking in the pitch dark from a nightmare, frozen with terror, and feeling the indentation that sinks down the mattress as something heavy sits down at the foot of your bed. I can tell you about it, but I can’t describe the experience to make you feel what I felt. Even though this has happened to me several times, and once, something much worse.

So maybe there is such a thing as unspeakable. Not in terms of social taboos, at least not in this country, but in terms of words being insufficient to convey the extent of terror, like the time I saw the thing in the kitchen that almost stopped my heart. I can’t tell you about that any better than I just did. Words fail me...a terrible failure for a writer to admit. But they failed H. P. Lovecraft, who often resorted to piled­ up adjectives attempting to describe the ultimate horror, and St John the Divine, reduced to describing Paradise in terms of white bathrobes and golden stairs, so at least I’m in good company.

-George Goner
(Host of The Haunted Cabaret)

Comments

The Sorting Room: 

10/31/2015

Comments

 
Picture
​Working 3rd Shift, I have experienced horrors: Walking security rounds at the apartment house of the Hissing Woman; listening to the 2 am dead voices at the burned­out Lincoln Mill Building; the shrieking in the basement men’s room of the Arab Head Building in downtown Providence.

When I got hired to work a 1st Shift sorting room job at the Christian Army building on the East Side of Providence, I thought I was leaving such experiences behind. But I learned differently the afternoon a woman at sorting table two started screaming about opening the trashbag of human body parts. You’d think a Christian institution would be less prone to horror. However, the CA is not Christian. It’s a business masquerading as a religious organization. Maybe that’s why Dora Kyle found the pieces of her dead son, or thought she did, and embarked upon her one­way trip from sorting room to Butler Hospital. I don’t know.

I got the job at the CA because I needed cheap furniture for my new apartment. I stopped by the CA’s second hand store on Central Ave. in Pawtucket. On the door I saw this sign: Help Wanted. Truck Drivers & Sorting Room. My night vision and depth perception don’t allow me to drive a big truck. Sorting room? Well, I enjoy flea markets. I told the hiring manager during my job interview the following week. She laughed and explained the sorting room was where they dumped out the bags of donations onto wooden sorting tables and separated the cloths from the shoes and the books from the toys.

She asked if I wanted to give the job a try. I said sure... and regretted it. 

​(To be continued...)

-George Goner 
The Haunted Cabaret
@HauntedCabaret

Comments

A Goner on The 4th of July 

7/21/2015

Comments

 
Picture
On another 4th of July a long time ago we decided to find the best possible vantage point to watch the city fireworks display. One of my cousins suggested we sneak past the barriers and the security guards and lay up on the hill directly beneath the spot of sky where the fireworks would ascend and explode. So we did. Weed and alcohol were cheap and plentiful then, leading to great ideas. The rockets launched and the flowers bloomed and the white flashes thundered. When a smoking rocket fragment impacted next to my cousin Susan’s head, somebody, I think her friend Lisa, said maybe this is a bad idea. Somebody else said maybe we should move. But we held our places in the fallout zone because of course the falling piece of rocket had missed Susan’s head not hit it, missed by a good two feet, and the only thing actually hitting us so far was scraps of hot paper ash that didn’t even burn the skin if you brushed them off quick, not even the sensitive skin of the inner elbows as we lay with our hands behind our heads, looking up at the fireworks that flashed brighter and louder than they had any right to flash. Because that night, on another 4th of July, we were eighteen years old, and dodging the fallout, and the magic was in us and not in them.

-George Goner 
The Haunted Cabaret
@HauntedCabaret

Comments

Notes from the 3rd Shift: White Toad

3/15/2015

Comments

 
Picture
Sitting here at the security desk on third shift at the apartment complex. The elevator dings, the doors open, and out into the lobby rides Marine Bob on his motorized scooter. He takes a turn around the lobby, and pulls up next to the security desk. 


“I’ve got cabin fever,” he says. 


I don’t. I just got here an hour ago. “Those were good times,” he says, continuing a conversation nobody started. He looks at me.“This was down in Texas, back in the late 50s. The ranch foreman had me supervising this black work crew. He told me to make sure they called me Mr. Bob, and for me not to talk to them. You wouldn’t believe how they talked to their black workers down there. So one day I go to the store, and he sees me coming out with five sodas. He says, ‘I knew it! You’re talking to the blacks!’ Only he didn’t say blacks. You wouldn’t believe what he called them. And this was like 1958, 1960. So he says, ‘You’re staying here.’ Meaning right here at the ranch house. He puts me to work painting the ranch house.

“Now they have all these toads down there. I got bored painting the house so I started painting toads white. Pretty soon there’s all these white toads hopping around.“That night the ranch foreman says, ‘You got to get out of here!’ Turns out the family that owns the ranch is from Texas, but they originally came from New Orleans. All these white toads hopping around are giving them a fit. Something to do with Voodoo. They believe in black magic and all that stuff. They’re really superstitious...So between that,” Marine Bob concluded, “and me taking advantage of the Sheriff’s 15-year-old daughter, it seemed best to get out of town.” He waited for me to ask about the Sheriff’s daughter. I didn’t. Eventually he said goodnight, and piloted his motorized scooter back onto the elevator. Don’t worry. It doesn't matter that I didn’t ask. I’m sure I’ll be hearing the story of Marine Bob and the Sheriff’s daughter very soon.

-George Goner

Comments

Notes From the 3rd Shift: Doreen Lange

11/19/2014

Comments

 
Picture
For the third time tonight I turn the corner and she’s there, glassy eyes bulging. The staring thing. Shuffling forward in green slippers and black nightgown along the stained carpet of the third floor hallway. She stops when she sees me. The right eye sees. The left eye is filmed over, like an Edgar Allan Poe story. She hisses deep in her throat. I wait until the reptilian sound fades. Finally she stirs herself, and speaks. From a dry throat, without much apparent practice at human speech. “I don’t know what’s the matter. I can’t sleep.”
Speaking, she becomes the non-supernatural resident of room 307 here at the Blessed Name apartment complex, where I work security weekends, 3rd shift. Doreen Lange. 85 years old. Lucky at Thursday night bingo. A bummer of change for the washing machine. With a strong resemblance to the dead woman in the bathtub in Kubrick’s version of The Shining. 

On nights she can’t sleep, mind locked in semi-dementia, she plays scare the bejesus out of the security guard with me as I make my occasional rounds through the quiet corridors. I’m walking along, thinking of music, or sex, or maybe calling Domino’s for a pizza. Minding my own business. She likes to meet around corners. 

Did I call these hallways quiet? I guess usually they are. But I’ve told you before about the noises in the small hours of morning. The voices raised in whines and pleading. Other voices raised in cadenced prayer. Not in a language I can understand, it’s not English or Spanish or Portuguese. A Russian friend stopped by long enough to tell me it wasn't Russian, then left in a hurry. “I’ll tell you: better you here than me,” he said. “You couldn't pay me.” Well, he has a pension. I need the money. Besides, it’s just old people in the hell of senility. 

What do people in hell pray for? I wonder in idle moments. Eight hours of idle moments, sitting in the lobby staring at a reinforced glass door locked against the outside world. I make my round, come back to sit and 
stare again. Thinking about what waits around corners. Staring like her. But at least I blink.

-George Goner
 @HauntedCabaret
 

Comments

    We'd love to hear from you
    ​

    Submit your blog to RI Free Radio:
    freeradioinri@gmail.com


    Picture


    Archives

    February 2023
    January 2023
    December 2022
    November 2022
    October 2022
    August 2022
    July 2022
    May 2022
    February 2022
    July 2020
    May 2020
    April 2020
    March 2020
    February 2020
    January 2020
    December 2019
    November 2019
    October 2019
    September 2019
    August 2019
    July 2019
    June 2019
    May 2019
    April 2019
    March 2019
    February 2019
    January 2019
    December 2018
    November 2018
    October 2018
    September 2018
    August 2018
    July 2018
    June 2018
    May 2018
    February 2018
    January 2018
    December 2017
    November 2017
    August 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    May 2017
    April 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    January 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    August 2016
    July 2016
    June 2016
    May 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    January 2016
    December 2015
    November 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    June 2015
    May 2015
    April 2015
    March 2015
    February 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    September 2014
    August 2014
    July 2014
    June 2014
    April 2014
    December 2013
    November 2013
    October 2013


    Picture

    Categories

    All
    1965
    1st Congressional District
    2014
    2016 Convention
    2016 Election
    2018
    2019
    2023
    30th Anniversary
    3rdshirt
    46 Lounge
    4th Of July
    5 Best Live Music Venues In NYC
    5 Iconic Bands From New York City
    60s Counterculture
    ACLU
    Acoustic Punk
    Action Fiqures
    Advance Guard Militaria
    AFROPUNK
    Alice Cooper
    Already Dead
    Altamont
    Altered Reality Entertainment
    Amazon
    Ambassadors
    American Monster
    American Monster Tour
    American Music
    American Pale Lager
    American Pickers
    American Psycho
    Amybeth Parravano
    Anarcho
    Anne Armstrong
    Annual College Radio Day
    Anti Bullying
    Anti-Flag
    Antonia Orfield
    Argyle Goolsby
    Army Of Halfwits
    Arnold Schwarzenegger
    Art
    AS220
    Asbury Festhalle & Biergarten
    Asian Porcelain
    Auction Houses
    Austrian Economics
    Avenue Nuit Night Club
    Bad Medicine
    Bad Religion
    Bakeries In RI
    Baltimore
    Bandcamp
    Banshee Fest
    Bard Wire Dolls
    Benefit
    Best Music Schools
    Bill Belichick
    Billboard Hot 100
    Billion Dollar Babies
    Birthday Bash
    Black Flag
    Blake Filippi
    Blitzkid
    Blog
    Blue Monday
    Bob Healey
    Boneheads Wing Bar
    Book Review
    Boston
    Brian O'Halloran
    Broadway
    Bronzes
    Brown University
    Bullying
    Calling All Musicians
    Campus
    Candidates
    Candidates For Lt. Governor
    Candy Ambulance
    Cannabis
    Cannabis Church
    Cannabis Energy Drink
    Capital Jazz Festival
    Carolina Rebellion
    Casey
    Cash Prize
    Casting Call
    Castle Black
    C.C.R.I.
    Center For Freedom And Prosperity
    Chairman
    Charities
    Charity
    Chicopee
    China
    Chinese Porcelain
    Chris Hodenfield
    Chris Stapleton
    Christine
    Christopher Marcotte
    Chuckles And Laughs Show
    Chuckles' Crypt
    Chuckles The Klown
    Citizenship Award
    Classical
    Climate Change Advisory Board.
    Coalition For Fair Debates
    Coalition Radio
    Coeur D'Alene
    Coffee
    Coffee Farmers
    Collecting
    College Radio
    College Radio Stations
    Colorado
    Colorado Springs Comic Con
    Colossus Festival
    Columbus
    Comic Book Market
    Comic Con
    Comic Conventions
    ComicCrusaders.com
    ComiCONN
    Commission On Presidential Debates
    Community Organizer
    Compassion Party
    Concerts
    Conservatives Concerned About The Death Penalty
    Contemporary Art
    Contropolis
    Convention
    Conventions
    Cool Moose
    Cool Moose Party
    Cosplay
    Course Of Empire
    Cox Business
    Craft Beer
    Crowdfunding
    Cultural Diversity
    Cupcakes
    Dalton Deschain & The Traveling Show
    Damone
    Dan Mckee
    Darken Your Doorstep
    Darryl W. Perry
    Dave Matthews
    David Bowie
    David Cicilline
    David Ellefson
    D-Day: Over Normandy
    Dead Eyes
    Dead In A Dream
    Deathfest
    Deer Tick
    DelFest
    Delicious
    Democratic Candidate
    Democratic Freedom Caucus
    Democrats For Healey
    Dennis Dunaway
    Design Contest
    Dirty Heretics
    Diversity
    DJ
    DJ Psycho Eddie
    Doctors For Cannabis Regulation
    Donor Kidney
    Doo Wop Party
    Double Feature
    Do You Need Dental Care
    Dr. Jordan Peterson
    Dropkick Murphys
    Dr. Russ Young
    Dusk
    Earth Day
    East Cost Music Festivals
    East Greenwich
    Economic Development
    Ed Clark
    Edgar Allan Poe
    Edgar Allan Poe Story
    Ekphrasis
    Election
    Election 2014
    Election 2016
    Electric ZooIf
    Elijah Montoya
    Ellefson Coffee Co
    Elvis
    Elvis Aaron Presley
    Elvis Jumpsuit
    Elvislilsister
    Elvis Week
    Emilio DiSpirito
    Employment-at-will
    End Marijuana Prohibition
    Eric Palmieri
    Events
    Famous Monsters
    Famous Musicians
    Farm Aid 2018
    Fatt Squirrel
    Festival For The Eno
    Festivals
    Fete Music Hall
    Fight Of Our Lives
    Film Festival
    Firehouse 13
    Fireworks
    Flames Of Hope
    Flogging Molly
    Florida
    Foam Finger
    Food Blog
    Foo Fest
    For The Animals
    Fox Business
    Foxwoods
    Foxwoods Resort Casino
    Free Comic Book Day
    Free Dental Care
    Free Event
    Free Market Capitalism
    Friday The 13th
    From Boston To Berkeley Tour
    Full Lighting
    Fundraiser
    Galactic Theatre
    Gallery Director
    Gary Franchi
    Gary Johnson
    Gary Johnson 2016
    Gary Morse
    George Goner
    Ghostbusters
    Gina Raimondo
    GMOs Labeling Bill
    Gold
    Google Hangout
    Governor Gary Johnson
    Governor Gina M. Raimondo
    Governor Gina Raimondo
    Governor's Race
    Gov. Johnson
    Grant Program
    Grateful Dead
    Green Party
    Greenwich Cove Meadery
    Greenwich Odeum
    Grunge
    Guido And The Doo-Woppers
    Gutter Demons
    Gwendoline Christie
    Halloween
    Hartford
    @HauntedCabaret
    Haunted Cabaret
    Hells Angels
    Henry Rollins
    Heroes Of Cosplay
    Hey Kevin
    Hillary Clinton
    Hillary Email Scandal
    Hill Farmstead Brewery
    Historic District
    Honey
    Hope Artiste Village
    Horror Punk
    How Music Affects Exercise Motivation
    How To Move To North Carolina
    HUD
    Humidor Smoke Shop
    Hydraulic Entertainment
    Iconic Places Music Lovers Should Visit In NYC
    Independent
    Independent Music
    Indiana Primaries
    Inspiring Homeless Helper
    Interview
    Investing In Pop Culture
    Ironfish Auctions
    Ivy Doomkitty
    Jack's Abby Brewing
    Jamacia
    Jamaican Cuisine
    Jamaican Food
    James Supp
    Jamey Johnson
    Jay Gordon
    Jay Gordon Of Orgy
    Jazz
    J.C. Parkins
    @jeff4justice
    Jeff Shrader
    Jill Stein
    Jim Henson
    Jimmy Carter
    Jim Proser
    Joan Jett
    Joel Hellmann
    Joe's Place Perfume
    Joey Ramone
    John Carlevale
    John Mellencamp
    Jonee Earthquake Band
    Juilliard
    July 4th
    Jurassic World
    Jury Duty
    Just A Shot Away: Peace Love And Tragedy With The Rolling Stones At Altamont
    Justuff League
    Kacey Musgraves
    Karen Macbeth
    Kate And Allie's Salon
    Kayak Race
    Kenny Laguna
    Kidney Disease
    KinZie
    Knee High Fox
    Koffin Kats
    Krsy Fox
    Lady Gaga
    LASA Grant Program
    Las Vegas
    Legendary Shack Shakers
    Libertarian
    Libertarian For President
    Libertarian Party
    Libertarian Party National Presidential Nominating Convention
    Libertarian Party Of Rhode Island
    Lieutenant Governor
    Live At ONCE
    Live & Local
    Lively Experiment
    Live Music
    Live Radio
    Live Shows
    Locally Sourced
    Local Music
    Local Restaurants
    Louise Distras
    Lou Reed
    Lower East Side
    LPRI
    Magic The Gathering
    Maine Beer Company
    Main Street Association
    Manatee
    ​Mandala
    Manhattan School Of Music
    Marijuana
    Marijuana Policy Project
    Mark Cutler
    Mark Smiley
    Marshall Crenshaw
    Martin Luther King
    Marty Abrams
    Marvel Fan Fiction
    Maryland
    Massachusetts
    Math Rock
    Matt Fecteau
    Medal
    Medical Cannabis
    Medical Cannabis Festival
    Medical Marijuana
    Medical Marijuana Tax
    Meetup
    Megadeth
    MEGO
    Mego Corp
    Memorabilia
    Memphis
    Meredith Hunter
    Mesos
    Miami
    Michale Graves
    Midnight Creeps
    Mike Stenhouse
    Militaria
    Misfits
    Moderate Party
    Mollie Flanagan
    Morningside Heights
    Movers
    Moving
    Moving Kings
    Music And Happiness
    Music Festivals
    My Adventures In The Alice Cooper Group
    MyNightOut Radio
    Narragansett
    Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats
    National Kidney Foundation
    NEFAC
    Neil Young
    Neutral Nation
    Nevada
    Newbury Comics
    New England
    New England First Amendment Coalition
    New Jersey
    New Music
    Newport
    Newport Festivals Foundation
    Newport Jazz Festival
    New Release
    New Releases
    New Year's Day
    New Year's Eve
    New York
    New York City
    New York University
    Next News Network
    Nichelle Nichols
    Nicolas Cage
    Nim Vind
    #NOHPVmandateRI
    Nonprofit
    Non-profit Arts Organization
    Non-Sports Trading Cards
    NORML
    North Carolina
    North Kingstown
    North Providence
    North Providence Democratic Town Committee
    Notes From The 3rd Shift
    Nourish
    NYC
    Nye
    ONCE Somerville
    Once Upon A Sign
    Only On Weekends
    Operation Clean Government
    Orgy
    Osaka Popstar
    Our America Initiative
    Oxtail
    PAC Organizer
    Paddleboard
    Paranormal Groups
    Parking Ticket Trap
    Pat DiNizio
    Pat DiNizio Scholarship
    Patrick Simas
    Patti Smith
    Pawtucket
    Peace Now
    Pension Settlement
    Peter Neronah
    Pink Ink Funk
    Pissed Off Radio
    Podcast
    Podsnappery
    Poetry And Art
    Pokemon
    Pop Culture
    Pop-noir
    Poscast
    Post-punk
    Po Taxpayer
    Pottery
    Powerman 5000
    Powwow
    PRARI
    Presidential Nomination
    Press Conference
    Property Tax
    Protesters
    Providence
    Providence Night Out
    Providencenightout.com
    Providence Police
    Providence Restaurants
    Providence Restaurant Weeks
    Psychobilly
    Punk
    Punk Aid
    Punk Rock
    Purple Heart
    PVDFEST
    PVD Horror
    Quahog Week
    Quinnipiac
    QXT's
    Race Relations
    Radio
    Ramones
    Rancid
    Randall Rosenbaum
    Ravi Shavi
    Raw
    Recovery Month
    Regulate Rhode Island
    Regulate Ri
    Rep. Blake Filippi
    Rep. Robert Craven
    Reptilian
    Republican
    Research Proposals
    Reverend Horton Heat
    Revival Brewing Company
    Revival Fest
    Revolution PAC
    Rhode Island
    Rhode Island Comic Con
    Rhode Island Community Food Bank
    Rhode Island Department Of Environmental Management
    Rhode Islanders Against Mandated HPV Vaccinations
    Rhode Island Food
    Rhode Island Hospital
    Rhode Island Indian Council
    Rhode Island Medical Society
    Rhode Island Restaurants
    Rhode Island Sea Grant
    Rhode Island State Council On The Arts
    Rhodemap RI
    RI
    RI Cannabis Convention
    RI Center For Freedom And Prosperity
    RI Center For Freedom & Prosperity
    Ric Flair
    Richie Ramone
    Rick’s Musical Instruments
    RI Comic Con
    RI Comic-Con
    RI Food Fights
    RI Free Radio
    RI General Assembly
    RI GOP
    RI Governor
    RI Mission Of Mercy
    RI NORML
    RIPAC
    RI Republican State Central Committee
    Rise Against
    Robert Healey
    Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame
    Roger Williams Park
    Rolling Stones
    Ron Paul
    Russell Taub
    Salem Wolves
    San Diego Comic Con
    Sasquatch And The Sick-A-Billys
    Savage Messiah
    School Of Design
    Security Guard
    Seeking Extras
    Sen. Ana B. Quezada
    Senator Elaine J. Morgan
    Sex Coffee
    Shannon And The Clams
    Shayfer James
    Shayna's Place
    Sierra
    Silver
    Singles Compilation
    Smack Daddy
    Small Business
    Small Business Saturday
    Snakes! Guillotines! Electric Chairs
    Socialism
    Southcoast Toy And Comic Show
    South Coast Toy & Comic Show
    Speaker Series
    Spinitron
    Spinitron.com
    Spoken Word
    Spring 2020
    Starry
    Starry Night
    Star Wars
    Star Wars The Force Awakens
    Star Wars: The Last Jedi
    State Of Rhode Island
    Stitcher
    Stock Culinary Goods
    Stop Al Qaeda
    Strike A Chord
    Sturgill Simpson
    Submit Your Film
    Super Cassette
    Suzanne M. Henseler Foundation
    Sympathy For The Devil
    Tasting
    Tauntauns
    Teal Walk
    Tear It Down Booking
    Ted
    Ted 2
    Teespring
    Ten Things
    Terminator
    Terror Con
    Tex Railer's Doomtown
    Thanksgiving Eve
    The 5 Best NYC Music Festivals
    The 80's
    The Alchemist
    The Big What
    The Black Boy
    The Blackhearts
    The Callouts
    The Coalition
    The Coffee Exchange
    The Components
    The Cove Music Hall
    The Dark Crystal
    The Dead South
    The Devil Makes Three
    The DiSpirito Team
    The Drawing Room
    The Hunger Games: Mockingjay
    The Juilliard School
    The Mesos
    The Misfits
    The Most Revolutionary Year In Music
    The Roving Midnight
    The Sheila Divine
    The Smithereens
    The Tony Jones Show
    The Upstart Crows
    Tigerman WOAH
    Tim Reynolds
    Tommy Koffin
    Tony Jones
    Tony Jones In The Morning
    Tony Jones' Rockin' New Year's Eve Broadcast
    ​Tony Jones Show
    ​Tony Jones Show
    Tony Jones Show
    Tony Jones & The Cretin 3
    Too Close For Comfort
    Top 10
    Top Secret? Who Cares?
    Tour
    Transformers
    Travel Collecting
    Travis Laundry
    Unfiltered
    University
    University Of Rhode Island
    U.S. Marijuana Party
    Varnum Armory
    Varnum Continentals‎
    Varnum Memorial Armory Museum
    Vic Victor
    Vintage Cameras
    Vintage Clothing
    Volunteers
    Warren
    Warwick
    Watch Here
    WaterFire
    WaterFire Providence
    Waterfront Powwow
    WBRU
    Wealth Inequality
    Well Established
    Where To Find Great Live Music In Miami
    Why Are All The Best Music Schools In NYC?
    Wickford
    Wickford Art Association
    Wickford Art Festival
    William J. Murphy
    Willie Nelson
    Worcester
    WPRO
    WREAK
    WWE
    WWE Network
    WWII Foundation
    Xfinity Theatre
    Yacht Club Soda
    Yard Sale
    Youth Art Month
    Youtube
    Youtube Live
    Yugioh

    RSS Feed


    Picture

Picture


Tweets by @RIFreeRadio

Picture
Picture
  • RI Free Radio
    • Our Mission
  • Listen Now
    • Song Request
  • On-Air Calendar
  • Blog
  • Event Calendar
  • Media Partners
    • Causes >
      • PSA's
  • Podcast Archive
  • RI Traffic cam
    • RI Beach Cam
  • Contact Us
    • Support us
    • Submit Your Blog
    • Music Submissions