doctor steve

About me:

Perhaps we succeeded; when P.A. John and I set out, I figured it'd be either a mild success or a total train wreck. I'm cool with either, as both will give me stories to tell for years to come. I invite you to read the all-too self-indulgent multi-part blog diary of the weekend we spent putting "Weird Medicine" on the air. It was just so insane, I had to write it down for my own sake, savoring every detail. I'm sure it's just torture for anyone else to read, but there it is.

It has been a rush meeting all of the people I most admire in the radio business, including Gregg "Opie" Hughes, Anthony Cumia, Fez Whatley, and the amazing Ron Bennington, the greatest broadcaster in the history of the business.

Check out our webpage http://www.drsteve.com ...every weird medicine show is currently archived there.

I've had a lot of people ask me about the theme music to the show; it's the creation of Sherwin Sleeves, playright, musician, and all-around good egg. His work can be heard frequently on 'The Ron and Fez Show', on XM 202.

"Paging Doctor Steve" by Sherwin Sleeves:

I’ve got diphtheria crushing my esophagus
I’ve got ebola virus dripping from my nose
I’ve got the leprosy of the heart valves
Exacerbating my incredible woes
I want to take my brain out and blast it with a wave
An ultrasonic echographic and a pulsatating shave
I want a magic pill for my ailments
The health equivalent of Citizen Kane
And if I don’t get it now in a tablet
I think I’m doomed and I’ll have to go insane
I want a requiem for my disease
So I’m paging Dr. Steve

[Chorus]
I take a scalpel
To the vertabrae
Need some suction
In the carotid
Bring the crash cart
And do the kung fu
With the shock pads
And now he’s dead uh oh…

I’m in the mortuary dead as a doornail
I’m posthumous, incredulous and cold
I’ve got a bad case of the deadsies
Paralyzing all my thoughts and bones
Someone take their brain out and slip it in my head
I can’t do it for myself cause I’m already dead
I’m thinking Frankenstein to the maximum
Shoot some lightning in the marrow of my bones
Or mark an expedite on the afterlife
And push me quickly into heaven with a heave
But if I don’t get in for my cause of death
I’m blaming Dr. Steve

A rare photo of Sherwin Sleeves, composer, levitator