Talk Radio Insanity Historian & Authority
NEW YORK – As I’ve written before, talk radio was fun as a caller and even more so as a caller who got to “commit radio” himself. I know, I realize that there’s the romanticization part of memory and recall in general that may and might certainly contaminate my recollection(s), but screw it. It’s my memory and I’m sticking to it.
I read every day of one dour story after another about my beloved radio and granted, there’s good reason for it. And it’s sad because at the rate things are devolving, I’m not sure if there will be new generations of talk radio folks in mainstream, conventional, terrestrial stick radio. Or talk radio stations. Or radio stations. Period. But I’m talking about the WKRP-esque environment that all of us who had the privilege of working in remember so fondly.
And simply put, there was an unregulated fun about the industry that went the way of the turntable. I can’t remember any other time when I thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of my “job.” Where folks were crazy, and I mean whacked. There was no HR department. And, granted, there were at times no civility, comportment or maturity. But too bad, Sparky, those were the breaks. Folks were raunchy, very un-PC, crude, brash and unapologetic. There was instead an unbridled creativity that I loved thoroughly. And enough can’t be said about fun. This crazy idea of fun that has been interpreted today as unprofessional. And, there may be something to that . . . but I digress.