What Happened To The Rambler?

Many have asked what happened to the Rambler for the past 20 years. This accounting was given to me directly from Dr. Ed Budd.

Twenty years ago there was an epidemic of "Disco Fever", and Dr. Budd successfully treated those patients with the help of the Rambler. Well, today, I have been diagnosing an alarming number of cases of "Rap Fever". So I consulted Dr. Budd to elicit a cure for these seemingly hopeless individuals.

A few weeks ago, I finally made contact with Dr. Budd, who had also disappeared near the time that the Rambler did. He revealed all the secrets to me. It seems that much work will be necessary to resurrect the Rambler from his frozen tomb, as mentioned elsewhere in this website, but that is the only way that we shall save humanity from the new epidemic of "Rap Fever" that seems to be taking over.

What happened:

As some of you remember from the last Rambler show in April of 1982, the Rambler was in deep mourning for his dog whom had died previously. After that show, the Rambler returned to the mountain to say his last farewells to his ol' buddy, and was never heard from again.

It was long known that the Rambler, similar to the story of Cinderella, had to return to his home before daylight or he would be frozen in time forever. Well, the Rambler was so grief stricken that he lost track of time. As the sun slowly rose above the horizon, the Rambler ignored the consequences; all for the love of his "four-legged boy". His final show was dedicated to him in fact.

As the sun climbed above the trees in the distance, the Rambler finally realized what was about to happen. He took off at the speed of sound toward the castle on the mountain. He made it to the basement to shelter himself from the sunlight. The Rambler became weaker and weaker, as he realized that the end was near. Finally, as the sun shown through the basement window, the Rambler was captured inside a solid block of ice. Frozen in time today, just as he was on that very fateful morning, the Rambler, cryogenically preserved; has escaped the ravages of time.

It was said that the sky turned black, the birds stopped singing, and thunder rumbled for hours in the vicinity. Today, disco has evolved into rap as the downfall of this generation. So, one could hypothesize that the Rambler would still be perfectly capable of performing his miraculous cures today; and that his will would be to eradicate rap as he did with disco in those days.

Dr. Budd told me the approximate location that the Rambler had last been seen. Through the miracles of modern technology; I began comparing old maps with the new satellite imagery available to all of us today. Last weekend, I made a lonely journey to the approximate location that I derived from the map comparisons. Using my GPS navigation, I have successfully located the Rambler. He is still frozen in that state of suspended animation, in the basement of that old castle, which is miraculously still standing on the top of that desolate old mountain.

For years, I, Dr. Lozmak, have studied the processes necessary to effect such miraculous feat, as resurrecting someone frozen in time. In my spare time, I have constructed many Tesla Coils, Voltage multipliers, and other such equipment needed to perform such a procedure. While it has not been done in this decade, I feel very strongly that it can be done. And I am willing to do the work to make that happen.

Many people ask, "why should I call QUT, or vote on the poll to say that we want the Rambler back"? And I simply tell them this: "Ramblerites" from all the villages throughout the countryside must emit their contribution by registering their poll vote at WQUT. The energy derived and collected from them will be stored in my giant capacitors, and at the proper time, I will release all of that energy into that block of ice, in hopes that it will successfully resurrect the beast. Only hoping that you have contributed enough energy to melt that huge block of ice.

When you look at the car beside you at the traffic-light, and hear the loud thumping of that bass drum rattling your head to the beat of some unknown "ghetto music", ask yourself; is this the legacy that I wish to leave for my children? There you will find the answer. HELL NO!!!!!

Just as he did in the 70's and 80's, I feel that the Rambler is our only hope to save mankind from what is now the epidemic of "Rap Fever".

As I stated before, "Doc Lozmak" needs your support and energy to attempt the resurrection of, "The Tennessee Midnight Rambler". It shall forever be known as the, "Ramblers Cosmic Resurrection".

So fellow "Ramblerites", go forth and cast your vote on the QUT website. Lets pool our energy, and save humanity from the clutches of that evil rap.

That's the story, and "long live it, long live Rambler Rock & Roll"

- Doc Lozmak, October 2003

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