Radio First Termer
2011 News: New 1/4 reel to reel source of a complete show discovered and will be available here soon.

 

Radio First Termer Restoration Project 1971-2008



What is Radio First Termer?

Radio First Termer was a pirate radio station which broadcast nightly from January 1, 1971 to January 21, 1971 in Saigon during the Vietnam War. The program was hosted by on-air personality "Dave Rabbit," an anonymous United States Air Force sergeant (The two other members of the crew were known as "Pete Sadler" and "Nguyen". Their real names are unknown.

"Dave Rabbit", who is greatly considered as the Godfather of Pirate Radio. According to Corey Deitz of About Radio, "Rabbit" began his radio career in Vietnam working as a studio engineer for Radio Phan Rang. After three tours in Vietnam, "Rabbit" and his friends launched Radio First Termer from a secret studio in a backroom of a Saigon brothel. The make-shift studio walls were lined with mattresses to deaden the sounds emanating from the brothel. The station broadcast for a total of 63 hours over 21 nights (between 1 January 1971 and 21 January 1971). "Dave Rabbit" later admitted in an interview that he was forced to stop broadcasting because he was fearful that his friends, who were protecting him and the show, were in imminent danger of being arrested and imprisoned themselves by his base commander, who hated his show and suspected that someone was protecting him.

The Radio First Termer Show (restored!)

There is only one known broadcast of Radio First Termer known to have survived. My first experience with this broadcast was a raspy, almost inaudible version on cassette that I listened to while driving across the US about 15 years ago. Ever since that first listening I have always thought how wonderful it would be to replace the music portions of this "mind blowing" experience with high quality, get you out of your seat, versions of the same songs.

The restored files presented here are just that. Luckily for me a much higher quality broadcast surfaced in 2007. From that was born the Radio First Termer Restoration Project. The finished files are a remixed version of the original broadcast along with full quality editions of the songs he played back in 1971. They available for listening through this website in a relatively high quality mp3 file. You can access them from the links in the upper left corner. They are each approximately 100 megabytes and one hour in length. Each link opens in a separate pop-up window with a track listings.

Dave Rabbit's Own Story

21 Days in the Saigon Underground: The Birth And Death Of Radio First Termer
In his own words by Dave Rabbit

35 years after the last words were spoken on the "Big 69", I find myself excited again about having the opportunity to relive and tell the true story of a part of my life that will be with me until they bury me face down in my grave so the whole world can kiss my ass.Just kidding, I have had a great life. However, like all things, there always seems to be something missing and, in my case, it was not being able to do my 3-hour radio program for an eternity. The fun, the fly by the seat of my pants without a net shows, the close calls, the looking over my shoulder knowing that this may be the day I end up spending the rest of my tour in Long Bien prison. It was a self-inflicted, self-fragging adrenalin rush. The only purpose of the show was to give the troops a laugh, a break from the life and death struggle that they were in second to second, if only for a heartbeat


I wish I could tell you that I had a master plan or even had an agenda when it started out. I cannot. However, it is funny how things that are not planned in the beginning seem to mold things as they go and you find yourself hanging on for dear life on a roller coaster from hell. As I recount the events that led me to Saigon and my destiny, remember that only one little thing had to change, just one. If any little thing changed on this journey, Radio First Termer would have never existed. One other bit of irony, if you will, is that my birthday is August 15, 1948. AFVN’s first day of broadcast in Vietnam was August 15, 1962, on my 14th birthday. You can call it luck, I call it FATE.


In the summer of 1965, about the time Adrian Cronauer was giving AFVN a new reality check, I was an incoming junior in my High School. I always had a desire to be a rock and roll star. I had a Fender guitar and a Fender amp. Three other students and I started a band and, in our minds, we were going to be the next Beatles. One day, about 6 weeks later, two other guys came over for a jam session and they were great. Bottom line, I sucked and was told I was not needed.


After my junior year started, I was approached by the new guys and asked if I would be interested in just singing. I said yes, and one of the hottest bands in our area was born. During this time of screaming out songs by the Kinks, Rolling Stones, Beatles, etc., my voice began to change a bit and became deeper. This was also, and there are numerous teachers (if they were still alive) that would attest to this, that I began my class clown, hell raiser, indestructible stage. The band and I stayed together until my senior year until I got in a fight with a fan and was fired. So is the life of a rock star.


Like most students of the time, I watched the Vietnam War play out over dinner with my folks. With each passing story, with each passing death that I saw, I knew that I was not going to go there. As I had a late birthday, August 15, my parents held me back a year and did not start school until I was seven. Therefore, August 15, 1966 I was an incoming senior and was draftable by the Army as I was eighteen. Of course, I was deferred because I was still in High School, but I knew my days were numbered and I had, if memory serves, a low number.


Upon graduation in May 1967, I made the intelligent decision that I was bored with school and did not want to go to college. So to avoid being drafted and going to Vietnam, I enlisted in the U. S. Air Force for four years. "I'll show them", I said. Therefore, on my 19th birthday, August 15, 1967, I left for basic training in Amarillo, Texas. From basic, I went to tech school for Ground Radio at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, Mississippi.


After 6 weeks, I found out that I was colorblind and the Air Force gave me a choice of reassignment. I had the choice of Security Police or Supply. I chose SUPPLY and went to Lowry AFB in Denver, Colorado. This Air Force career choice, unknown to me at the time, would be instrumental in my story.


My first real assignment and duty was Barksdale AFB in Shreveport, Louisiana. Barksdale was command headquarters 2nd Air Force for SAC (Strategic Air Command) and the home of the B-52's. Now one thing that you must know is that if every other command, other than SAC, demanded pressed uniforms, highly polished shoes, quarters bouncing off the beds 2 feet in the air when dropped.... then SAC was 10 times worse. Even with my con artist ability to get night shift duty where I was virtually self-employed, the barracks inspections and all the bullshit associated with it was not my choice of life.


Therefore, as the old saying went in those days, if I wanted to get out of SAC, I had to make a drastic move. The next day, after a few of us who felt the same way had a night out drinking, we all marched into the personnel office and volunteered for Vietnam. We walked out, laughing and saying to each other that it would be 6 to 8 months or more before we would have possible orders. We all had orders in less than 30 days. My next assignment, Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam.


May 1968. If memory serves, the flight from the states to Vietnam was around 16 hours. I remember when the pilot came over the loudspeaker and informed us that we were beginning our descent, I looked out my window and saw the dark green mountains and wondered where "charlie" was hiding. I also remember a chill coming over me and saying to myself "shit, what have I gotten myself into"! The guy next to me said "amen". Cam Ranh Bay, the gateway to Vietnam. Every major incoming and outgoing item that supported the war, including new troops, went through Cam Ranh Bay.


My year tour of duty at Cam Ranh was not that eventful. The biggest thing I had to deal with is watching the civilian jets land with new incoming troops, refuel, and watch them take off again with a plane load of survivors who were lucky enough to make it through and go back to the "world" again. It was truly heartbreaking. More heartbreaking than that, however, were the caskets that were being loaded into the military cargo planes. If ever a person needed a dose of reality, that flight line would give it to you.


Towards the end of my tour at Cam Ranh, I went to personnel and selected my top three choices for stateside. I chose great bases with little chicken shit factors. When my orders arrived I was excited, I was getting the hell out of Vietnam. I opened my orders to see what great assignment I had, and there it was, Tinker AFB, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Great! F**KED by the Air Force again.


Tinker was a depot base that was 90% civilian run with the 10% military being the step and fetch it boys. Now I find myself doing some really important work for the war effort by doing inventory control and counting nuts and bolts. Well, to quote an old country and western star I told them "take this job and shove it". I marched down to personnel and, you guessed it, volunteered for another Vietnam tour. In almost the time it took me to pack my bags, I was off to Phan Rang Air Base, Vietnam.


August 1969. Believe it or not, I was home. Unlike Cam Ranh, Phan Rang was considered an R & R site for the ground troops. We had an air-conditioned theater, swimming pool, movie stars (just kidding). I was assigned to Headquarters Squadron this time, not supply, and as I told you at the very beginning, FATE was going to lend a hand. I was roomed (cubicalled) with a fairly decent guy, but he was short and only was there a few days.


My next roommate, who arrived a few days later, was assigned to the broadcast group for the base. They did interviews with the troops, sent the tapes back home to the folks and to the papers, that kind of thing. We hit it off okay, although we were complete opposites in personality. He was very close to the vest and me, well; let us say I was not.


Then one day he comes into our hooch and informs me that Phan Rang is going to start doing a local 3-hour broadcast that will override AFVN's signal. He informs me that all of the bases are creating their own little radio stations and shows and will promote activities that are happening in their own communities. He says he will have to ask his Major, but feels that if I wanted to; I could be his studio engineer for the launch of RADIO PHAN RANG, 101.75 FM.


It was a crazy set-up. We had a couple of Teac reel to reel decks, an amplifier, a monitor speaker, a portable cassette player, a turntable, a telephone and a few cords and wires that hooked everything together. However, the neatest thing was this little switch. When 8 p.m rolled around (and we had a big clock that was God), we flipped the switch which put our signal out over the radio relay station that overlooked Phan Rang.


50 Watts was nothing to brag about, but it covered not only our base, but also the towns and hamlets that surrounded Phan Rang. We use to do a gig where I would call in as "charlie" and request certain songs to be played.
Occasionally, the "boss" would let me do a Red Cross donut dolly report or something equally as stupid, but as the Japanese once said, "Beware the sleeping giant". That year, I learned a tremendous amount of things, but more important, made a tremendous amount of friends in the Relay Station.


By August 1970, my tour was coming to a close. My year at Phan Rang was extremely productive and in addition to all the others I had met, I became best friends with a member of personnel, whose name was "Pete Sadler". Not wanting to go through the nightmare of stateside roulette again, with a little help from "Pete", I was given another Vietnam volunteer assignment, to Tan Son Nhut Air Base, Saigon and he decided to tag along. September 1970, after going home for a 30-day leave, I arrived at my final Vietnam destination, Saigon. It was beautiful. Again, I was stationed in Headquarters Squadron and "Pete" and I became roommates. Over the course of the next few months, we listened to the bullshit that was constantly cranking out on AFVN. Stars & Stripes was no better. I remember receiving some newspapers from my Mom and comparing them to what we were being told in the Stars & Stripes. That is when "Pete" and I really started understanding what bullshit was being poured over our families and friends back home, but more importantly, the guys who were putting their lives on the line every day and not realizing that we were never going to be able to win the war in Vietnam. The politicians and their buddies, who were cranking out weapons and ammo out the kazoo, were making sure of that. Winning was not profitable.


"Pete" and I kicked around doing a show similar to what was done at Phan Rang. The bad news, of course, is that Saigon is home to AFVN and if they kicked out someone like Adrian Cronauer, I sure would not have a chance in hell to do a LEGITIMATE show. What to do, what to do. If my dream was to take shape, I needed help and I needed it from the right people. First thing we needed was equipment. The same rig that we had at Phan Rang, but better.


I thought about asking my parents for a thousand but decided; "Midnight Supply" was a more viable option. A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend made sure we had the best. Next, we needed a place to broadcast from. We sure could not do it from the base; we had to do it somewhere in downtown Saigon. But where? There was a "gentlemen's club" aka "whore house" where "Pete" knew the "madam".


We approached her with renting one of her rooms on a monthly basis on the top floor in the far back. She requested a few things in return for the favor of keeping her mouth and those of her girls shut. You might recall I said choosing SUPPLY would be important down the way for an Air Force job. So, we had a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend deliver a few products that guaranteed us our first 30 days and additional products for whatever time after that was required. The next thing was to make the room soundproof as possible as we could not have street sounds, screaming or banging next door interrupt our shows.


We covered the room in 1" thick cork tiles and mattresses. We added a few pieces of needed furniture here and there and the studio was set. We did some test runs with recording and playback to see if we could hear background noise etc. The only thing we added was foam padding around "Pete's" and my microphones. That small addition allowed me to get closer to the microphone also.

It is November 1970 and everything is ready except material and how to broadcast our signal beyond the Saigon area. Those friends of mine that I made back at Phan Rang in the Relay Station were the true geniuses that made everything happen. AFVN was able to carry their signal throughout Southeast Asia because they relayed their signal from tower to tower throughout the country. If we could not go all the way, I just did not want to risk it at all.


Fortunately for us, the Phan Rang guys had some great friends in the other area stations, and with a few electronic devices and wiring, we were set to go with a flick of a switch. Not counting the hotel full of whores, we now had a group of about 10 trusted people that knew what we were going to do.


Recruiting "Nguyen" was a no brainer for us. We knew we needed a female voice and she was a bud and we trusted her. More important than that, she worked in the office of AFVN and got us all kinds of filler stuff including "Your Air Force in Action". Probably the most important thing she did for us, however, was let us know how "hot" we were and if we needed to shut down.

It is Thanksgiving 1970. "Pete", "Nguyen" and I meet at the station to begin our final plans of what we want to do. Believe it or not, at this stage we had not decided on a name or anything like that, as it would be moot if we could not get on the air.

The original program name was going to be Radio First Timer to play off the "first time in country" slogan. However, the more we sounded out with each other, it just did not ring for us, and so we changed it to Radio First Termer.


Since we were going to be broadcasting in FM, we had a full dial to choose from to use as our broadcast frequency so I picked my favorite number 69, and the rest as they say, is history. We met every day after work and on our days off and hammered out music, commercials, gimmicks and shticks. We all covered the "latrine scene" and wrote down any and all things that were written. "Nguyen", believe it or not, brought in a lot of funny stuff from the ladies latrines. We went into it knowing that we wanted to have 30 DAYS worth of programming.

Honestly, I thought we would be lucky if we lasted a day. I did not see how we could keep pulling it off for multiple days without being caught.


To make our broadcasts smoother, we pre-recorded each day's music and marked each day accordingly. If you listen, you will hear "Pete" cutting the Akai reel to reel on and off occasionally. We also pre-recorded all the gimmick stuff like "Capt. Pansy's Daily Weather", "Swap Shop", "Theater Schedule", etc. We had three big Akai reel to reels. One for pre-recorded music, one for pre-recorded commercials and one for pre-recorded gimmick stuff. Unlike DJ's that have a delay in case of screw-ups, we were totally LIVE. You can catch "Nguyen", "Pete" and I in tongue twisters a few times but we just had to struggle through it. Everything is done. We are ready. We plan to hit the airwaves on January 1, 1971. We just have one last thing to do, get the word out.

January 1, 1971. D-Day. Although we have tried to spread the word as much as possible, we do not have the luxury of showing our hand too soon. We decide to take a big gamble and hope that it does not bite us in the ass. We decide that we are going to preempt AFVN on their own frequency and promote the new Radio First Termer. At 7:59 p.m. on January 1, 1971, the following message plays on AFVN's own frequency.


"Vietnam, in just 30 seconds your radio experience will change forever. Turn your radios to 69 Megahertz on your FM dial. If you don't we are going to re-up you for another tour of Vietnam".


With that, AFVN returned to their regular crap and at 8 p.m., 2000 hrs. for you maggots, Radio First Termer was BORN. With the increasing threat of being discovered, 21 days and 63 programming hours later, it was laid to rest forever.
Taking one of the famous radio lines ever spoken by Edward R. Murrow and changing it just a bit, my last words were:

"Good Night Vietnam and Good Luck!"


During our run, we did do a few crazy things that drove the base commander crazy as well as the establishment; we had placards made with the rabbit logo saying "Rabbit Power". We also had about 250 Dave Rabbit Hard-On Shirts hand painted that were sold by Vietnamese Merchants to the troops. All of the station equipment, mattresses and furniture were given to the "madam" as payment for rents due. In March 1971, "Nguyen's" tour was up and she went home. I elected to go back to school and got an early discharge leaving Vietnam in May 1971. "Pete" discharged a few months after and went home. The three of us kept in contact for a few years off and on, but like most real life military friendships, moved on with our own lives and lost contact somewhere along the way.

In the summer of 1982, 11 years after Radio First Termer ceased, I am at a dinner party and begin talking with a gentleman. Somehow or other, we get to talking about military service. He tells me that he was in the Army and served in Wiesbaden, Germany. I tell him I served in Vietnam. He asks me if I ever heard of Dave Rabbit. I ask him why? He tells me that Dave Rabbit and his Radio First Termer program is extremely popular overseas. I ask him, how he heard a program that was done in 1971. He tells me he has a tape. I tell him that I am Dave Rabbit and would like a copy of the tape. He makes me do some of the latrine sayings in my DJ voice, and then proclaims that I have made his day. I say no, you have made mine.


That is the first time that I knew that someone, somewhere and somehow made a recording of one of the programs. He makes me a copy. A few months later, my teenage daughter decides that she needs some cassette tapes to record some of her music on. She grabs the tapes of Radio First Termer. One day when I am getting ready to transfer them to another median, I hear radio songs, but not mine. My daughter has wiped out my only copy. I would never find this guy again.


On February 9, 2006, 24 years after my tapes have been wiped out by my daughter and 35 years after the show in Vietnam, I am searching the internet for some Vietnam pictures for a project. I click on a sight that has Vietnam Audio Files. I look down through the list and come upon two that say Radio First Termer.


I click on each and am blown away that they are from one of my programs. Even more intrigued, I do a search for Dave Rabbit and Radio First Termer and am even further blown away when I see the number of sites that has to do with the program and especially the Home Page created by Will Snyder, who in my mind, started the internet Radio First Termer World Wide Phenomenon. Like a kid in the candy store, I downloaded every MP2 file Will had on the Home Page.
As I said at the beginning...... FATE!


To those of you who have made Radio First Termer a passion and love and have kept my dream alive for all these years ... From the bottom of my heart ... THANK YOU!
- Dave Rabbit

The Restoration Project: How?

The process of restoring these audio files was fairly straightforward. We first had to round up all the original music files. In most cases it was merely a trip to the radio station CD library where one of the restorers works. That furnished us with about 60% of the material. The next level of discovery was scouring places like allmusic and Amazon's used sales because many of the tracks were not currently in CD release. After we got through those there were still a few tracks that posed real problems locating, yet in all but one case we were able to find a lossless version. For that single problematic track the only version we could find was via anonymous email after posting and searching on many music collecting websites.

For the Radio First Termer broadcast portion we got lucky again, because right around the time we started this project a much higher version quality surfaced on the internet. This is what we used for our restoration, we still did a single pass of noise and distortion reduction, otherwise we left them untouched. After we had all the elements in place we encoded everything into ProTools.

For the mix there was a lot of futzing around with the fades between the new and the old material since the original content was slightly off speed. We felt this odd, otherworldly audio sensation only added to the overall effect, deciding to leave the speed uncorrected. The results are a little jarring at times, but we felt that the other all presentation was what we were after.

We then finalized the audio and divided up the files into three parts, each one fitting on a single 80 minute compact disc.

That is pretty much it.

The Restoration Project: Who?

There were really just two of us who pieced this project together, but of course many thanks are needed. First and foremost is to Dave Rabbit himself, without whom these iconoclastic broadcasts never would have been made. That goes for his partners Pete Sadler and Nguyen as well.

I would also like to thank my good friend Chris O'donnell who first turned me to Radio First Termer in my 1989 Honda Civic LX somewhere along the plains of Kansas. To Buster Crabb, the man who gave that first cassette to Chris O'Donnell and served in the Vietnam War and who experienced first hand both the magic of Dave Rabbit, and the horrors of war.

Another thank you goes out to Chris Ragazzo who was so inspired after hearing these recordings that he has been in touch with Dave Rabbit since and continues to try and pioneer a some sort of a film project documenting Dave's legacy. He constantly reminds me that it was not just my own experience that made these files so engrossing.

Of course I would like to thank partner in this project is Matt Holzman, a radio producer who did most of the ProTools work and had access to the audio archives from his station. On that note to Ray Guarna for doing the noise reduction and eq on the original Radio First Termer broadcast.

To Corey Deitz for breaking the story of Dave Rabbit resurfacing literally days after we had finished this restoration project.

To my freinds over at hippopotty.com for their support and continued output in the world of shared music.

To my sister Rachel Cline, who forced me to make this website more legible, more accessable and just plain old, better.

The Restoration Project: Why?

Why, because war is horrible.

At the time I first heard these recordings I was old enough to be considered for the draft. After hearing these recording I had made up my mind that I would do whatever it takes to avoid enlisting, conscientious objection, moving to Canada, it did not matter, whatever it takes.

Dave Rabbit had a profound effect on me. After that first cassette listening I could never get those sounds, thoughts, feelings, out of my head. As the internet grew, I would sporadically send out queries on anything related to Radio First Termer. At some point in the mid 90's I finally hit pay dirt and indeed found mp3 files that were from the exact same cassette that I had first heard. It seemed odd, and amazing that the very same files on this webiste I had found were the ones I had heard so long ago on that cassette. In retrospect it is not weird at all, those are the only files that have survived.

I made my own first pass at a restoration from those audio files, I pieced them together as best I could and made a single 80 minute compact disc that I distributed to a select few people in my life. My feeling is that this material can be pretty hard to listen to and not necessarily for everyone.

Then, In 2007 I finally decided it was time to complete the project. The only disappointing part of listening to these recording was the fact that the music tracks were so great, but you couldn't turn it up due to the audio quality. So using the excuse of my annual offering to a music sharing group I belong to entitled hippopotty, I partnered with a friend to replace the tracks with crystal clear digital copies. We went out in search of the original tracks, which in some cases meant a trip to the out of print world of Amazon and on one extreme case meant an mp3 that was emailed to me by a complete stranger. (oh, it is the only mp3 sourced audio file in the group). Then we basically "remixed" the audio files in protools using the new tracks where ever possible, but never removing any of Dave Rabbits unforgettable dialogue. We decided not to mess with the pitch/ speed of the original files as they added a an every vibe that, real or not, added a true sense of time and place. Those three discs are what I have included here for your listening "pleasure". Please be forewarned, there is some sketchy, profane content and may not be suitable for all.

In putting this site together my biggest problem was deciding what to deliver? For me the greatest way to listen to these files is continuously and in some sort of transcendental state of mind, like on a long drive. So I was mixed as whether to make a downloadedable version in full quality that you could then burn to disc and listen to on your own time vs. making the files ready to stream? I opted for the latter, but if you are interested in getting a hold of a full quality version, please contact me

 

 

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