Eighteen years later, this little misfit managed to get his own "radio" show on then-WOSR, a dinky little campus-cable-only station in the basement of SUNY Oswego's Hewitt Union, surrounded by fifty CD's, and lots of fun vinyl.

Somehow during this time, some drunk friends of his mistook him for a little Mexican and started calling him "Wild Pablo". It soon became "Crazy Pablo", and then, while searching through a stack of CMJ compilation CD's, something transcendent occured, for on this CD was the song that would forever change the world: "Taco Wagon" by the Young Fresh Fellows. Crazy Pablo had already become familiar with the Fellows from the They Might Be Giants song "Twisting", which led him to the Fellows' "Electric Bird Digest" album, which includes classics like "Sittin' On A Pitchfork" and "Hillbilly Drummer Girl". And the rest, as they say, is meaningless...

Once the discovery of said song led to the name of said radio show, a legend was created in his own mind. Five people a week were now tuning into Crazy Pablo's Taco Wagon. And then, in April of 1992, the newly-christened WNYO went FM, and then fifty people tuned in. Pablo had gained such notoriety among the students of Oswego, that his voice was recognized by members of the opposite sex.

Sometime after the fall semester of 1992, Pablo befriended this nutball named Jismo, who harrassed Pablo until he let Jismo come on the show, even though Jismo didn't have the requisite FCC license. So he let Jismo on the show and play Ned's Atomic Dustbin and maybe even some Moxy Fruvous.

Beyond just college radio, Pablo and Jismo were involved in many other extra-curricular activities until Pablo graduated in May of 1995, although at this point, he had had his fill of authoritarian bullshit and the new wave of "mainstream alternative" vomit that was taking over the station and was all too happy to leave.

After graduating from Oswego with a degree in broadcasting, Pablo got an internship at a "dad-rock" station, only to realize how much commercial radio sucked.

After six months of that Pablo came to the realization that his degree was mostly useless, so he worked at a well-known record chain for a year while living with his parents on Long Island. After meeting the love of his life, over the internet no less, Pablo then moved out to Seattle with her to work for the same record chain for yet another three years, addicted to free cds and employee discounts, until he followed her to Buffalo, the vast wasteland that it is.

Meanwhile, Pablo and Minerva (the aforementioned love interest) formed PassiveRegressive Creations as an outlet to release various creative projects, such as the critically-acclaimed cassette-only releases by Elephant Calf (spoken word with noise) and "(aka Simon)" (ambient minimalist noise waves) Blatant plug here: e-mail Pablo for details, webpage coming soon. Pablo also managed to fly across the country in August of 1998 to play a Caroline's Pneumatic Drapery reunion show at the Massapequa Bowl with Freaks From the Apocalypse, Microwave Orphans and Space Robot Scientists.

Pablo moved to Buffalo in 1999 to blindly follow his heart. But that's a different story all together. After weeks of joblessness, moneylessness, and months of temp jobs, he found a decent-paying indentured servantship at a huge multinationalconglomocallcenter offering technical support to ninnies who can't find the "anykey" on their computer. Around this time Jismo finally remembered his existance and told Pablo his evil scheme to start up the Taco Wagon.

Life being crazy like it is, Pablo returned to Long Island in late 2000, once again working for the aforementioned well-known record chain. The other Wagon folk consider his employee discounts glorious.

He now spends his time outside of work reliving his early twenties in hashless, acidless, unsouthern comfortable haze, listening to Alkaline Trio on endless repeat, going to shows non-stop (especially Bionic Finger), and getting cheated by Cupid and Mr. Sandman. He keeps swearing that he will rebuild the basement recording studio, threatening to record more music that nobody will care about - mostly songs written about the "love" of his life.
But he's feeling MUCH better now.

No, really.

As a final quote, "I don't have 51 computers or a Thing like Jismo, but I've got some recording equipment on a TV cart with wheels. If you have any extra electronics that make noise (or used to), especially analog synths, drop me a line."

E-mail DJ Pablo