In the 1960s, or so the backstory goes, John Caravella was a top Disc Jockey in Los Angeles where he went by the name of "Johnny Sunshine." Apparently, you can't say the word "booger" on the air in L.A. because after he did, he was sacked, and poor Johnny went on a downward spiral where he went from "town to town up and down the dial." As he did so, he used the aliases of "Johnny Duke," "Johnny Style," "Johnny Cool" and "Johnny Midnight" where he hit rock bottom working at W.K.R.P. in Cincinnati, a classical music station where he didn't even bother to come up with a name.
Everything changed when new program director, Andy Travis arrives and changes the format during Caravella’s show and the Doctor was born with one of the best soliloquies in 1970's television:
“All right, Cincinnati, it is time for this town to get down! You've got Johnny... Doctor Johnny Fever, and I am burnin' up in here! Whoa! Whoo! We all in critical condition, babies, but you can tell me where it hurts, because I got the healing prescription here from the big 'K.R.P. musical medicine cabinet. Now I am talking about your 50,000 watt intensive care unit, babies! So just sit right down, relax, open your ears real wide and say, "Give it to me straight, Doctor. I can take it!"
This launched the most interesting character on the W.K.R.P. in Cincinnati show, and for four seasons we see his ups and downs, and this burnt-out hippie eventually rises to number one in the city, an incredible task for a D.J. that makes every wrong financial decision, lives like a college student and is stuck in the early '60s musically.
It seems difficult in our eyes to imagine anyone else beating him to become the first inductee from W.K.R.P.