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Part 9
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A bit of a Twist; Welcome to the USA
By Brian Lord
I'd just like to make a comment
here, before I continue with my trek through radio, about the current
phenomenon known as Susan Boyle. This may not draw approval from all.
Susan Boyle is a rather frumpy, middle aged, gleeful Scottish lady
with a very good singing voice. I did not say excellent, I said good
and with some luck she could have or may yet find that her singing
will afford her a living. Not in the top line theaters in the US or
England but certainly she is good enough to land some parts somewhere
or cut a CD. However the BEST thing that Susan Boyle has done is to
show up people like Simon Cowell and his ilk for their shallowness.
What the "Idol" shows seem to have ignored is that ability has
nothing to do with physical image. Susan's judges admitted that. When
they first saw her they said both they and the audience were against
her "but you proved us wrong". Why? Because she did not sound as she
looked. I hope Susan goes on and wins her Command Performance because
she is, in her own way, lovable. But this experience should impress
everyone that there is no connection between appearance and
talent. Go
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[San Bernardino, California, 1960s]
Ron Jacobs called me into his office and played me an air-check of
myself which he had taped. I came out of a record, back intro'd it,
gave the time and introduced a song from the Spector school of
over-indulged ultra sound and played Da Do Ron Ron, walking up to the
post and hitting it (hurrah). He wasn't impressed, pointing out that
maybe I had told three or four people something that might have been
of interest: the time. He then proceeded to do a brilliant 30 second
rap on secret radio station cameras hidden in freeway overpasses and
a blue T-bird that had just been caught doing 130 miles per hour by
the fuzz and the driver was flat on the ground, quivering. However he
cautioned me to pace such things because nobody ever called a radio
station and said, "Hey man, that was a great sequence".
I also remember him telling us in a meeting one time, "There is
something onomatopoetically wrong with the word "suck". So don't use
it when you're talking to teenyboppers on the control room
telephones". He was a wild ride, Ron Jacobs. He said to me shortly
after we had all arrived
"Lordyoulikeallthismusicshitsoyoucanbethemusicdirector". Jacobs never
took a lot of time reaching conclusions and even less time expressing
them.
So it was that I was the Music Director and the first to greet a
record promoter one day who came to K/MEN 129, the call letters and
frequency of our station in San Bernardino/Riverside, with a record
called Deep Purple. Don't confuse this song with the group who named
themselves after acid and didn't exist in 1962 (but don't ever let
anybody tell you that Deep Purple wasn't the first heavy metal band).
This was the song written in 1933 and had been a 'standard" for the
big bands and their refrain vocalists.
The version had a slight rock beat and featured the brother-sister
team of Nino Tempo and April Stevens. It was pretty much assured of
air play because our Program Director, Bill Watson, used to bonk
April Stevens. I didn't know this at that moment and gave the tune a
thumbs up. It was a bit of a fluke because Nino had forgotten the
words in the recording studio and April spoke them over his humming.
The producer decided to leave it that way.
Many of you will probably recall that another version of this song,
an exact replica, came out several years later sung by Donny and
Marie, the Osmonds. You could hardly tell the difference unless you
played them back to back however I don't know if the Osmonds were
even born at this time, early 1962.
Deep Purple became a number one hit on Billboard, sold a million and
that meant I received a Gold Record for being the first Music
Director to recognize its hit potential and play it on the air. The
Gold record caused a considerable amount of consternation. Watson
wanted to hang it in his office where guests could see it;, the
station manager, Jerry Jolstead, wanted to hang it in his office and
I wanted to take it home which is what I eventually did -- after all
those guys didn't make the decision to put it on our playlist. I
recall there was a lot of swearing over all this. That was new to me.
At CFUN, Frosty and Dave and Jerry and I didn't refer to each other's
body parts and our social heritage like these guys did in California.
But the K/men genuinely liked each other and were good friends.
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We didn't have a real Newsman, not at first. Except for the morning
DJ, Huckleberry (if you ever saw him in those days you'd have known
why he was called Huckleberry; that and his last name was Clemans.)
My news-run was Afternoon Drive and Jacobs was always at me to get
more balls into my news delivery. He actually drew a picture -- which
I'll leave to your imagination -- and glued it in front of my news
mic. Being from the distant North I was a little slow in picking up
Southern California terminology. The company's name was Lockheed not
Lougheed as in the Burnaby highway (I hit it cold). And the
individuals name was 'Hay-suse' not 'Jesus' Martinez.
Some of you may remember the KHJ newsman, Jaaaay Paaaauuuul
Huuuuddleston. Before he went to Los Angeles he was opposite me on
the rival station. Huddleston had brass balls so I had to sound good.
Many years later I got to know J.Paul, a great guy, and we became
friendsish.
The K/men were very expectant waiting for the first ratings to come
out and when they did they were abysmal -- 3's and 4's. People had to
be listening, I'd broken a gold record (big deal) somebody heard us?
But Jacobs was cool, he'd seen this all before at K/POI in Hawaii.
And the situation became clear in the second book; we were a solid
number one and had eclipsed the slime over at KFXM.
Things got crazy pretty soon; we built an image in Southern
California. There were some wild times involving the K/men and "the
Stars". Next time: Sonny and Cher, McCormick arrives in Fresno and
Dean without Jan.