When I worked as a pastry chef apprentice my boss would listen to Art Bell when we went in at 1-2 AM to start baking muffins and shit for the complimentary Continental breakfast at the resort/condo complex/assisted living place I worked at.
Served 200-300 people a day off-season. 1000+ on season.
If I had not messed up my mixing shoulder working chocolate and the like I'd still be baking. It feels good to feed people.
No, it's all about weird stalkers and death threats that Art received and contacted the FBI about.