Host
Rocco
Villain, Cincinnati, OH. studios
A midday plunge
into delirium.
Every Friday at noon, we carefully tiptoe along the crumbling edge of the weekend with Pranzo con Rocco. It's not merely an hour stuffed with prime cuts of classic rock; it's a midday plunge into delirium—a funhouse-mirror warping of whatever "truth" the internet once held.
By the time Rocco's show sputters to a close, listeners will have experienced one or more troubling conditions: mild-to-severe hearing loss, a suspicious chin growth, low-grade sepsis, and a wicked case of the mange.
Around here, it's become ritual—a dark little omen that the weekend's grimy underbelly is beginning to stir right beneath our feet.
House Rituals
Three hard-and-fast rules of the Pranzo con Rocco dining room. Learn them before you sit down.
Three rituals
before the first riff.
The Arrival
Tune in by 11:58. No exceptions. The doors close at noon sharp and the room goes dim. Anyone who wanders in halfway through his set is required to spend the rest of the show whispering apologies to an exact replica of Lizzo's butt. No appeals. No mercy. We are not joking.
The Sandwich Rule
You may eat. You may drink. You may heckle. But the meal must be handheld. Two hands, one sandwich, maximum forehead perspiration. Soup is a perma-ban. Napkins are for the weak.
Cucina Guidelines
The kitchen is closed and the lounge is open. No cooking live, no recipe segments, no plated demos. The only thing being served is the music, the attitude, and whatever unspeakable condiment Rocco is alleged to keep in the back office. Do not sniff. Do not lick. Do not ask.
Troubling conditions
you may experience.
Hearing Loss
Mild to severe. Often irreversible. Always worth it.
Suspicious Chin Growth
Appears without warning. May be sentient.
Low-Grade Sepsis
Sets in by the second deep cut. Bring fluids.
The Mange
Wicked. Persistent. A rite of passage.
Tune in. Bring fluids.
Don't make plans after.
- Day
- Friday
- Time
- 12:00 PM ET
- Format
- Classic Rock
- Vibe
- CHAOS