Hi, I’m Whip. I’m mildly neurotic with compulsive tendencies that tend to get me in trouble. Fun trouble!

I graduated from Denver North before it was all fun and ‘gangsy’. Gangs, what can say, there’s never a dull moment when they’re around. I also fancied myself as a baseball player at that time and I’m proud to say that several future major leaguers struck me out.

Later, I learned to tap a keg while I was being educated at UNC.

The first time my band ever played I somehow wound up with someone else’s soiled underpants on the top of my head. I have pictures if you care to see them. Email me.

I save bees from drowning in swimming pools. I once got kicked out of Billy Idol’s “baby Mama’s” house for playing his son’s drums.

I choked Carson Daly before he was “Carson Daly”. What’s that? You ask “who is this Carson Daly?”

I still have an excellent throwing arm. King Rat played a birthday party in my basement (well, 2 songs and then Lakewood Police saw an end to it.)

I once angered Howard Stern so badly that he went on the air and said that the station that we both worked for either fire me or he’d quit. Guess who almost lost that one. Thank you Howard for being kinder than I was.

I’ve never slept with Lynne Ryan.

I got my 1st break in radio running the audio board for preachers with bad breath.

I swam in floodwaters in Houston and 2 months later got flesh eating disease. Don’t swim in floodwaters.

I drank 40’s at a housing project in New York with an old lady who told me she was an old porn star. And then she proved it by taking me back to her apartment and showing me her porns. Not bad, not bad at all in her day. And, no, I didn’t.