Keefer's story begins in the swamps of south Florida in the summer of 1967. As a young boy receives a cheap Motorola transistor radio for his 8th birthday. Surrounded by alligators, water moccasins, and the occasional puma, the low-rent transistor becomes his only friend.

Late at night, the Motorola picks up many weird and wonderful sonic waves. Strange sounds begin to shape, and in some cases warp the young boy's impressionable years. "On Beeker Street" from Arkansas, Carribbean rhythms from somewhere out in the ocean... devil music from Memphis... political rantings from Cuba.

Then he heard his first Beatles song, followed closely by his first Stones song. Things were going to be different now! The young boy used to sing in the church choir. "A voice like an angel," his momma would say. But after Rock 'n Roll, he was no longer with the program.

Fast forward to 1977. Along with Patti Smith, The Ramones, and the New York Dolls, Keefer discovers a dog-eared copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and develops a serious taste for bad craziness. He adds Hunter S. Thompson to his list of heroes, which already includes Bob Dylan, Keith Richards, Joe Namath, Muhammad Ali, Charles Bukowski, and George Carlin... and embarks on countless years of strange behavior and occasional gunplay.

After a series of odd jobs - working in the oil fields of southern Illinois, a cook in St. Louis, pouring concrete with a road crew out on the county line - our boy fell into radio. It was a gig that didn't ask a lot of questions, and suffering from severe brain damage coupled with a paranoic fear of government officials didn't keep him from obtaining gainful employment.

He fought the good fight in the backwaters of Champaign-Urbana, Springfield, East St. Louis, and Columbia, before washing up on the shores of KBCO. Keefer is listed as "day-to-day" on the roster.