Andre’ Eggelletion:
What’s not to love?
He’s an accomplished author, lecturer, master communicator, thinker, entrepreneur, economist, theologian, a great story teller, outdoorsman, singer, guitarist, composer, good looking, and funny as hell. If being “interesting” was an Olympic sport this genius/renaissance man would have all the Gold.
A proven ratings success:
Andre understands how to get ratings. The clever and persistent way he images his stations, and the skillful way he teases the audience across every break, is absolutely masterful. They can’t wait to see what this wile ol’ workaholic lunatic will say next.
He burns up the phones:
Andre gives new meaning to the word “broadcasting” because that’s exactly what he does; casts a broad psychological net serving up commentary with style and a hell of a lot of substance. He has an uncanny appeal to virtually everyone in the 25 plus demographic. Everyone feels invited to the party because, as he puts it, “you opinion is as good as mine… damn near.”
Lee Michaels, former national program director says “the man gets more phone calls than anyone I’ve ever seen. In fact, while filling in for Joe Madison on WOL and XM he got 102 calls on the air from listeners in a 4 hour morning show. He never got under 60 calls per show for the entire week that Joe was away. I think that says it all.”
Website: www.realdealtalk.com
September 20, 2012 at 6:59 pm
Hello Andre,
I thought I would submit a poem I wrote some years ago. I would like for you to read it on the air, in hopes that someone will hear it, think about it, and decide to try to stop all the violence. Thank you!
THE PARTY POOPER
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Brothers raise your fists!
All methods of gettin’ high must cease and desist.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
Partying up a breeze is not where it’s at
Now is the time to get serious.
Look around—check out the stats
More and more people are delirious.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
Drugs have destroyed most of their senses
Actin’ all crazy their nerves up in tenses.
Families fallin’ apart can’t trust you
As far as they can throw you
Get it together—get a clue.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
Genocide was designed to wipe out our races
Cause Forties are only sold in certain places.
That white powder and hard rock
That you think is so good…
Is kilin’ you and making you hock
Things you stole from the hood.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
The young and the old give drugs the lead
Makes you wonder why the slaves were freed;
Cause you’re still bound and shackled using drugs
That’s how neighborhoods turn out thugs.
This is a scoop from the party poop!
A wake up call is now in demand
Before we find ourselves back
In slavery chained hand-to-hand.
What goes around, comes around
Don’t get derailed—get back on track!
This is a scoop from the party poop!
A Civil War could break out through the nigh’
But the warriors would be few
Cause they’re out killin’ each other and gettin’ high.
What else can you do? Get a grip and renew!
Clean up your seed, form a new generation
Cause it is badly in need.
This was a scoop from the party poop!
Published by Gurlfren’ Ink
Detroit, MI