Eddie RBG

Monday – Thursday: 10pm-5am
Saturday: 12pm-6pm
Sunday: 9pm-5am

Eddie RBG hits the airwaves Monday through Saturday, 7pm to midnight — fueled by resilience, love, evolution, and at least one dangerously large mug of black coffee. His rock awakening began when a classmate handed him a sketchy-looking Black Sabbath cassette like it was contraband and whispered, “You gotta hear this.” He listened, fell in love, and then bought it for five bucks of hard-earned lunch money. Peak childhood hustle.

Long before radio, RBG got himself into a Skid Row show with Pantera opening — something his mother absolutely, positively would’ve grounded him for until retirement age. But hey, rock calls, and sometimes you gotta answer it with mild deception.

He’ll go to bat any day for Silent Theory being wildly underrated, and his top rock anthem is “In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3.” Why? Because chanting WOAH-OH-OHs with 3,500 strangers is basically group therapy, only louder and with more hair.

If he could interview anyone, he’s picking Hendrix — but forget the formal Q&A. RBG wants a documentary slash psychedelic odyssey featuring him, Hendrix, a camera crew, and enough LSD to make a lava lamp self-conscious.

Off the mic, one hobby rises above the rest: listening to music while doing literally anything else. Cooking? Music. Cleaning? Music. Overthinking life choices? Music. Sleeping? Probably still music.

And he firmly believes nobody should feel guilty about their musical tastes — especially since he is fully prepared to admit he loves Joshua Kadison, piano ballads and all. Judge away; he’ll be vibing.

If radio ever lets him down, he’ll go right back to his runner-up dream job: Teppanyaki Hibachi Chef. Yes, he’s one of those chefs who flips shrimp, knives, and occasionally his own dignity with equal enthusiasm.

Listeners love teasing him about his mildly excessive list of medical adventures — two double-lung transplants, rejection episodes, pneumonias, collapsed lungs, dialysis… basically the bonus-level DLC of human survival. Yet here he is, still rocking harder than his lungs ever did.

When he isn’t on-air, you’ll probably find him at Club L.A., which has become less of a venue and more of a sitcom-style found family.

And if you need his life philosophy in one line?
Live life with love, love living life… and if you can’t fix it, turn it up louder.