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1290wgli
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Re: WNYG memories (a classic thread hijack)
Jesus, I have 10,000 memories in that place
I remember all the cartoons we put on the wall and doctored to reflect our strife.. or the soda machine that gave free refills... just kept spitting out Pepsi cans until it ran dry.
The record room we would search thru looking for the "good" oldies (mostly records that came from WGLI).
Racing reports, Rush Traffic, Harry Hepcat's "Sea Cruise" record hanging from the nail. The photos of wanna-be doo-wop groups and some legit. The lockers, "C.A.B.", LA Airforce production package. Music 40% Voice 80%, the Dokorder.
The station where everyone was the engineer. Sing-A-Long with Frankie C (to kill a half hour). Guns & Roses on "Carte Blanche" Sunday Nights. The Scully that shared a pot with 10 other things you needed at the same time. A, A+, B, C, DW (am I missing any 45 catagories?). The yellow EBS lights that we could activate from the console (how cool?.. running the CBS-FM jingle out of the test) . The SILENT SLEEVE breaker. CNN news and the -10 noise floor from the satellite. WNYT.. no, wait, WNYG. Techni-Weather with Mr. Bill. The one-armed chair for Chipper, the cheesy Radio Shack cue speaker from 1902... the RCA speaker in the lobby from 1802. The "activity" in the attic. Saturday nights with HH, The Popcorn Polka. The index cards (who said "Honey" after "The Men In My Little Girl's Life" is a bad segue?) "In My Life" and the infamous Warren typewriter. The PD's office that doubled as a bedroom. Listener Appreciation Night on the couch. Halloween Radio Theatre. 45's at 33 (right back where we started from). "From The Paid to the Unpaid". "Then & Now Top 10". "Country Sue" and later "Country in NY". "Crusin' with Speedy" Victory Iced Tea. Breaking the Autogram meters. The GREEN lightbulb that was supposed to be an On Air Light. "The Blind Spot". Mighty Mac, Lenny Cocco, Phyllis Rose, Jim Pierce, Maniac Mike, Chipper, Sean Vesley, Big Ed Newlands, Frankie "The Love Sponge" (sorry) Foglia, Harry Hepcat
What have I told you about hanging out in the studio.... And... for God's sake, let's all remember the golden rule!!!!!
> > > Remember, we're going to do whatever we want without any
>
> > > concern at all.
> > >
> > > How is life behind the dessert tray?
> > >
> >
> > And what wouldn't we do, to go back and do it all over
> > again.
> >
>
> Geez, ain't that the truth.
>
> It's a Monday afternoon in December of 2005, and here I am
> doing traffic reports while Mike fills in for Jim in the PM
> under general manager Phyllis.
>
> Only the positions have changed. The names have remained
> the same.
>
> I was just leaning against the back window, looking out at
> the parking lot, and it was a view from ten-plus years ago.
> If only I could turn around and see the main control board,
> a ton of old beat up records, smoky, nicotine-drenched shag
> carpet on the walls, and one of us sitting at the mic. But,
> it's not to be. I turn around and see a nicely painted
> white production room. To my right, the transmitter, and
> through the right window, ANOTHER radio station. In the
> ex-news room, I see an air studio.
>
> Strangely, the bathroom hasn't changed. It's still got that
> NYG-restroom odor!
>
> Damn, I miss that place.
>
> There was a weekend back in 93 or 94, IIRC, when myself, Tom
> Ross, and Jim Pierce camped out at the place from Friday
> Evening until Sunday Evening due to a blizzard. Ya know
> something? I would give anything to do that again. You
> haven't eaten until you've had a hot ham sandwich that was
> made by Jim Pierce using nothing more than a coffee maker.
>
> I remember another Sunday night with Jim, myself, Mike, and
> Ed hanging out spinning records during the off-time of the
> paid-programming. The DJ-duel between Ed, Jim, and Rev.
> Porter was never to be equaled!
>
> There will NEVER be another place like it. Was it an insane
> asylum? Hell yeah. But at least the inmates were running
> it.
>
> I wonder if those Cub Scouts remember the time when they
> were almost run down by Ed & Mike after screaming into the
> parking lot from a record-buying spree in Huntington?
>
> Good times......Good times.......
>
> (Oh, BTW, Mike....I haven't seen the desert cart in two
> weeks, and it's pissing me off! Maybe Alberto will bring me
> some chicken when he comes in for his show!)
>
Jesus, I have 10,000 memories in that place
I remember all the cartoons we put on the wall and doctored to reflect our strife.. or the soda machine that gave free refills... just kept spitting out Pepsi cans until it ran dry.
The record room we would search thru looking for the "good" oldies (mostly records that came from WGLI).
Racing reports, Rush Traffic, Harry Hepcat's "Sea Cruise" record hanging from the nail. The photos of wanna-be doo-wop groups and some legit. The lockers, "C.A.B.", LA Airforce production package. Music 40% Voice 80%, the Dokorder.
The station where everyone was the engineer. Sing-A-Long with Frankie C (to kill a half hour). Guns & Roses on "Carte Blanche" Sunday Nights. The Scully that shared a pot with 10 other things you needed at the same time. A, A+, B, C, DW (am I missing any 45 catagories?). The yellow EBS lights that we could activate from the console (how cool?.. running the CBS-FM jingle out of the test) . The SILENT SLEEVE breaker. CNN news and the -10 noise floor from the satellite. WNYT.. no, wait, WNYG. Techni-Weather with Mr. Bill. The one-armed chair for Chipper, the cheesy Radio Shack cue speaker from 1902... the RCA speaker in the lobby from 1802. The "activity" in the attic. Saturday nights with HH, The Popcorn Polka. The index cards (who said "Honey" after "The Men In My Little Girl's Life" is a bad segue?) "In My Life" and the infamous Warren typewriter. The PD's office that doubled as a bedroom. Listener Appreciation Night on the couch. Halloween Radio Theatre. 45's at 33 (right back where we started from). "From The Paid to the Unpaid". "Then & Now Top 10". "Country Sue" and later "Country in NY". "Crusin' with Speedy" Victory Iced Tea. Breaking the Autogram meters. The GREEN lightbulb that was supposed to be an On Air Light. "The Blind Spot". Mighty Mac, Lenny Cocco, Phyllis Rose, Jim Pierce, Maniac Mike, Chipper, Sean Vesley, Big Ed Newlands, Frankie "The Love Sponge" (sorry) Foglia, Harry Hepcat
What have I told you about hanging out in the studio.... And... for God's sake, let's all remember the golden rule!!!!!
> > > Remember, we're going to do whatever we want without any
>
> > > concern at all.
> > >
> > > How is life behind the dessert tray?
> > >
> >
> > And what wouldn't we do, to go back and do it all over
> > again.
> >
>
> Geez, ain't that the truth.
>
> It's a Monday afternoon in December of 2005, and here I am
> doing traffic reports while Mike fills in for Jim in the PM
> under general manager Phyllis.
>
> Only the positions have changed. The names have remained
> the same.
>
> I was just leaning against the back window, looking out at
> the parking lot, and it was a view from ten-plus years ago.
> If only I could turn around and see the main control board,
> a ton of old beat up records, smoky, nicotine-drenched shag
> carpet on the walls, and one of us sitting at the mic. But,
> it's not to be. I turn around and see a nicely painted
> white production room. To my right, the transmitter, and
> through the right window, ANOTHER radio station. In the
> ex-news room, I see an air studio.
>
> Strangely, the bathroom hasn't changed. It's still got that
> NYG-restroom odor!
>
> Damn, I miss that place.
>
> There was a weekend back in 93 or 94, IIRC, when myself, Tom
> Ross, and Jim Pierce camped out at the place from Friday
> Evening until Sunday Evening due to a blizzard. Ya know
> something? I would give anything to do that again. You
> haven't eaten until you've had a hot ham sandwich that was
> made by Jim Pierce using nothing more than a coffee maker.
>
> I remember another Sunday night with Jim, myself, Mike, and
> Ed hanging out spinning records during the off-time of the
> paid-programming. The DJ-duel between Ed, Jim, and Rev.
> Porter was never to be equaled!
>
> There will NEVER be another place like it. Was it an insane
> asylum? Hell yeah. But at least the inmates were running
> it.
>
> I wonder if those Cub Scouts remember the time when they
> were almost run down by Ed & Mike after screaming into the
> parking lot from a record-buying spree in Huntington?
>
> Good times......Good times.......
>
> (Oh, BTW, Mike....I haven't seen the desert cart in two
> weeks, and it's pissing me off! Maybe Alberto will bring me
> some chicken when he comes in for his show!)
>