Russell Rush was born in the backwoods of Southeast Iowa in 1978.  His parents were hippies and left him floating down the Mississippi river on a raft where he was found, cared for and nurtured by a pack of wolves.  Russell began speaking at such an early age they knew he had a gift--and ever since they haven't been able to shut him up.

Above:  Fort Madison Mississippi River Bridge Opening To Let Russell Float Through

Below:
House That Russell Grew Up In
Growing tired of his endless ramblings, the wolves sent him away to live with Monks... Rosie and Lyle Monks.  It was during his time with the Monks that Russell first started his radio career doing nightly broadcasts into his cassette recorder.  At the age of 16 the Monks grew tired of Russell eating up all of their disposable income and forced him to get a job.  Knowing nothing else but to run his mouth, the hometown radio station was a perfect fit.  Russell broadcast his first show on October 22, 1994 from 12 AM until 6 AM.  Radio would never be the same.  Russell still recalls the first studio he ever worked in.  It was actually a double-wide trailer with two record players, a megaphone as the microphone, and a wire hanger for the tower.  The station also had its own cat as its mascot--which contributed to quite an interesting essence, that Russell now bottles and sells as cologne called, “Rush”.

Russell spent the normal fifteen years in a private school and emerged with no formal education.  That said, upon leaving his hometown Russell did what anyone else with no education does....attend St. Ambrose University in Davenport, Iowa.  Majoring in Tecmo Bowl, Pizza, and Beer, and minoring in Physical Education.  Russell excelled and graduated with honors.

Above: Building Where Russell Was Rumored To Have Attended Class

After college Russell set out to conquer the world with all that he had learned.  He went to Spain to run with the bulls--surviving by actually being so slow that the bulls and the crowd completely passed him by before he even started.  He became a professional bull rider, but with him atop the mighty beasts, they refused to buck.  He entertained as a Country and Western singer laying claim to the hit song “Help I’m White And I Can’t Get Down” before being sued by its original composer.  For a while he gave plasma to make a living…and ultimately when he failed miserably at every single one of his endeavors…he turned back to radio.

Below: Russell's Magical Van
In the summer of 2001 Russell started on a journey cross country in a 1970 Volkswagen Van stopping at every radio station along the way to try and find someone to hire him.  Finally after running out of gas on I-74 east of Bloomington, Russell walked to the WBNQ studios where they hired him to clean toilets and empty the trash.  One night when no one showed up for the night show, Russell got the call to the big leagues... he was on the radio.   

But Russell was troubled.   He longed to roam free in wide open spaces, to reach for the stars, and be able to see them at night so big and bright, and to eat TRULY authentic Mexican food... so he fueled up his van, kissed the Midwest goodbye, and headed out to the Lone Star State... and the rest is history!