For several million years, 94 Rock’s TJ Trout ruled the radio airwaves with razor sharp teeth, abrasive skin and the ability to swim while sleeping. I sat in on his show a few times. It probably sounded like fun in Radio Land, but TJ was deadly serious in the control room and could shoot a panic-inducing glare, even while making laughter noises.
Last December TJ escaped Albuquerque in a flurry of shark shit and classic rock pheasant feathers. He told the Alibi he was going to do some fishing, and we’re happy to provide photographic evidence that he’s made good on his threat. We miss you, TJ.
TJ writes, “Post the shark pic! And tell everyone I miss 'em!” Ok, so it’s not a trout.