Rocco "Il Meccanico" Prosciutto

Every Friday at noon, when respectable folks are stuffing their faces with food truck fare, Rocco kicks open the studio door to unleash "Pranzo Con Rocco," the only Cincinnati radio show that smells like gasoline, old vinyl, hydraulic fluid, and questionable decisions.
 

Broadcasting live from a damp, dimly lit room in the back of his shady chop shop, Rocco spends the morning resurrecting decades-dead transmitters, replacing blown head gaskets, refurbishing old broadcast consoles, and detailing his tricked-out '60 Impala with the intensity of a man who has absolutely voided every warranty known to humankind. Sparks fly. Smoke wafts skyward. By showtime, he’s already a half dozen slugs into a bottle of Kentucky bourbon that likely predates the station itself, muttering cryptic blessings over the cart machines using a rotating selection of pagan rituals he found in a thrift-store paperback titled "Secrets of the Midnight Tractor Cult."  The station interns swear the lights flicker every time he chants. What follows is chaos in its purest, most delicious form:
 

• Frankensteined control room equipment humming like ancient gods awakening

• Cherry Bombs growling outside the studio as clients barter aftermarket parts for airtime

• Underpaid show producers fielding listener requests, handling media inquiries, arranging guest interviews, and cleaning up broken glass
   

But the madness doesn’t end with the broadcast. After the final record spins, Rocco prowls Cincinnati's back alleys, trading station merch for pump kits, scribbling real-time listener feedback on oil-stained napkins, and recruiting lost souls into his ever-expanding cult of sound. His listeners—mechanics, mystics, and malcontents—swear the show keeps their engines fine-tuned and their spirits restless. To them, Pranzo Con Rocco isn’t just entertainment; it’s survival fuel, a reminder that music can be dangerous, unruly, unsanitary, and gloriously alive.
 

Pranzo Con Rocco isn’t merely a show—it’s a weekly rite; a ritual; a mechanical séance with classic rock radio as the medium.
 

If it’s Friday. If it’s noon. If it's noxious…

Rocco is on the air.