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!
A-men! And the crew before never puts 'em back. God, I love the holidays. Five million carts, noooo labels. Show brings back memories for me. (College and high school radio only, here)
It’s the one in which Jack had just come back from a trip to Asia, where he accidentally tipped a guy some huge amount (a year’s salary?). The guy was so grateful that he told Jack where to find this great candy, but nobody tells Jack about the candy’s hallucinogenic side-effect. He brought the candy back to the office and passed it around.
Les and Herb pretend to be competent and hard-working, Jennifer feigns being an airhead, Venus and Johnny ratchet up some racial tension, Bailey plays a stoner, and the Big Guy holds the whole show together as the powerful, all-knowing Station Manager. Not a bad episode at all, for a clip show.
Yeah, and those holiday “sale” spots are supposed to be taken out of rotation after Christmas, but one of them always seems to remain in the rack and gets played, and more often than not, it’s a jewelry store account, so they call and bitch and sales has to make an adjustment.
You didn’t have to worry with that since you were working for a college/high school station, but those were fun times.
As were the times when I’d be reading a news story and one of the jocks would set the copy on fire as I was holding it, or the times when the station owner’s wife was out shopping for new clothes and we’d get a call to insert 20 spots for that store within the next hour so she could “trade out” those items.
Or how about when the program director would record a particular song onto a cart at a slightly higher speed so there’d be extra time for commercials? Life In The Fast Lane, for example.
Or playing Stairway to Heaven when you needed some extra time on the john or “other” acitivities?
Or taping your whole show and carefully not mentioning times and temps, so that you could replay it while studying for a final or actually leaving the station for more of those “other” activities?
I guess it goes without saying I was a night-time jock as well as the News Director.
I think it was “Venus and the Man,” Season 3, Episode 12. The night-time cleaning lady is having problems keeping her son in school, and Venus the ex-school teacher offers to talk to the kid. After the usual back and forth, with the kid claiming that chemistry was too hard, Venus relates the proton, neutron and electron to gangs, and the kid has a breakthrough.
The Pros are positive dudes who live in the center of the neighborhood with the New Boys. The Elected Ones circle the neighborhood. They’re real negative dudes.
“Tron” is Swahili for “Dude” so they’re protrons, neutrons, and electrons.
It should be “proton”, but you would still pass a high school exam.
a tornado is approaching, but the only civil defence message Les has is about Communists attacking.
Cincinnatti has been attacked by the Godless… tornados"
Not only was “Turkeys Away” inspired by a real-life radio promotion, but so was “Dancing Ducks” (investigated during the “Real Families” episode to reveal that ducks had been forced to dance by being placed on a hotplate).
Not only that, but nobody’s mentioned the Ripper. You know, your old pal Rip Tide, who asks you the three things that a record needs to be played on his show:
It’s gotta have a beat, right? (Right!)
It’s gotta have soul, right? (Right!)
And it’s gotta be paid for, right? (Huh? Just play the music!)
Listen, Pizzaface, around here, I crack the whip and you make the trip, okay?
i remember those days well.
As far as I can recall, it wasn’t a clip show—??