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ALAN COX is a Chicago native who began writing and performing stand-up comedy in college before bonding his molecules of interest to the electric world of broadcasting. Electricity has hardly been the same since.

The largest baby ever born at Ft. Lee Army Hospital in Virginia proved to be worth little else than a tin plaque and bi-weekly feedings. As auspicious as Alan’s entry into the world was, he promises his exit to be even more so. Arrangements are already being made years in advance to have his lifeless shell detonated over Monroe Harbor to the strains of “More More More” by the Andrea True Connection. Despite formative years marked by corporal punishment at the hands of pent-up clergy, he never so much as got a peck on the cheek and a soda from members of the recently defrocked. Alan still wonders why he was considered chopped liver as a young altar boy, while so many of his peers got to spend their subsequent years having fun in therapy. It’s this insecurity that has fueled his rabid desire to entertain.

Alan’s radio career began at WLUP, where his fearless and unpredictable antics on the Jonathon Brandmeier Radio Showgram inspired him to unexpectedly get fired. Hitting the road in search of fun, frivolity, falsifying prescriptions, and fans of alliteration, Alan made numerous stops around the broadcasting map. (The details of hosting his own show at small-town radio stations along the way hardly make for a compelling read, so consider them omitted. Suffice to say, deaf people considered themselves lucky.)  Most recently doing radio and television in Pittsburgh, Alan couldn’t be happier at the prospect of returning to evoke eye-rolling and uncomfortable cringing among his hometown listeners with his new co-conspirators at Q101.
Alan “lives” in Lincoln Park and subsists primarily on moral relativism, tequila, strawberry Fruit Roll-Ups, and the tender mercies of strangers.