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The theme says it all, doesn’t it, ScubaQueen?
“Town to town and up and down the dial …”
I once quit a station in Carrrollton and went to the competition, and the Program Director at BTR had the nerve to tell me “You’ll never work in this town again!”
I laughed in his face.
"Dude, this is Carrollton, Georgia, not fuckin’ Hollywood!" :rolleyes:
But you’re right: “Those were the days, my friends…”
Do you still dream about your “radio days”?
I do.
Sorry for the hijack, but I don’t get a chance to talk “radio” much anymore… ![]()
Quasi
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oh my yes i do indeed.
i remember those days well.
i still have my third class license framed and on the wall of my computer/tv room. today the license is dumbed down and nothing special, but back in the late 70s/early 80s you had to study your ass off for them. hadda go up to chicago to take the three-hour exam!
remember the manuals and all the elements you had to learn? the dive master is an electronics engineer and i love to surprise him now and then with something pithy i dredge up from memory. ![]()
cart machines. who *didn’t * hate them? i should know. i MADE every damn one of them we used at the station. and boy did they **ever ** take a lifetime to re-cue. especially when you underestimated your talk-up into the next record. or while you were trying to meet the cubs audiofeed for the afternoon ballgame. i hated that…
speaking of cueing, not only was i the news director i was also the morning drive time jock. i can still back-cue a record perfectly! ![]()
those were indeed the days.