Big Uke is a man of strong opinions, stronger beverages, and absolutely no formal qualifications. A recurring voice of reason on What Were We Saying? - if your definition of “reason” includes ranking poolside cocktails with the intensity of a Supreme Court ruling. Big Uke brings unearned confidence and earned charisma to every segment.

Known for delivering Top Ten lists that feel both deeply researched and completely improvised, he has the rare ability to unravel on air while insisting he is, in fact, the only one holding the show together. Equal parts dive-bar philosopher and mall food court critic, Big Uke stands firmly on hills no one else noticed were there.

Tubesox is a broadcaster in the same way raccoons are urban planners - relentless, curious, and occasionally knocking over something that wasn’t his. As co-pilot of What Were We Saying?, he specializes in confident detours, unnecessary deep dives, and introducing segments with the energy of a man who just found the aux cord at a house party. 

A self-appointed curator of grievances, Tubesox treats minor inconveniences like federal cases and sizzling restaurant plates like personal enemies.  Not grumpy. Never grumpy. Just deeply committed to the idea that things could be 12% better, and someone has to say it out loud. 

If Big Uke is the steady hand on the wheel, Tubesox may very well be the guy leaning out the window narrating the road trip - loudly, passionately, and occasionally into the wrong microphone.

Edgar is a man who claims to be the producer (a title that traditionally involves things like booking guests, checking audio levels, or knowing where the patch cords are), yet has pivoted hard into referring to himself exclusively as “The Chairman.”

This man has never chaired a meeting in his life.

He doesn’t produce the show. He presides over it. From a bean bag chair.

He introduces himself to people like we’re running a Fortune 500 company, and not two guys arguing about ranch dressing and smart fridges.

You say, “Hey Edgar….” He says, “That’s Chairman to you.”

Buddy. You once forgot to hit record.

The only thing you chair is the awkward silence when a bit doesn’t land.

Long live The Chairman. May his reign over absolutely nothing continue indefinitely.