What an appropriate day, Friday the Thirteenth. For all the years Art
Bell held forth, I would listen in the wee hours. I never knew how
much Art believed, himself, and how much was just good entertainment.
And by the way, although we never met, Art Bell and I crossed paths
on this Friday the Thirteenth. It was also my 83rd birthday.
Carl Jarvis
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Art Bell, mysterious narrator of the American nightscape, dead at 72
https://www.seattlepi.com/news/article/Art-Bell-mysterious-narrator-of-the-A
merican-12834850.php
In the small of the night, when the mind is open and the defenses are eased,
mysteries blossom and conspiracies run wild. In the darkest of hours, Art
Bell was a light left on for the lonely, the insomniacs, the Americans
searching for answers in a society they believed was spinning out of
control.
For more than two decades, Bell, who died April 13 at 72, stayed up all
night talking to those people on the radio, patiently encouraging them to
tell their stories about alien abductions, crop circles, anthrax scares and,
as he put it, all things "seen at the edge of vision." The Nye County,
Nevada, sheriff's office said an autopsy will be conducted to determine the
cause of death.
At Bell's peak in the 1990s, his show, "Coast to Coast AM," was on more than
400 radio stations. He took calls all night long, alone in the studio he
built on his isolated homestead in Pahrump, in the Nevada desert. He punched
up the callers himself, unscreened, keeping one line just for those who
wanted to talk about what really happened at Area 51, the U.S.
government reserve that for decades has been a locus of UFO sightings and
purported encounters with alien beings.
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