Re: My introduction to KJOY
Fascinating story, Tube. I'd love to hear more whenever you care to share.
Email me at the address below and tell me who the blank you are...we worked together at KWG. It's been driving me nuts for the past month! I thought I knew who you were but was wrong. Was it Bill Bishofberger (sp?) you were referring to? Bill was a great guy. Wonder where he is now. I miss him. He let me sit in for a while on his show sometime in 1989 when I swung by to see that legendary Hotel Stockton storefront studio at El Dorado and Weber.
Since this thread is about Ort Lofthus, I didn't think it too far afield to reminisce about my visit to the great 1280 KJOY, since Ort was GM.
Like Jay, I've never met Ort either, but have heard plenty about him, having worked with a bunch of his former employees while up at KWG.
It was the afternoon of July 1, 1981. I was in downtown Stockton with my parents for an unrelated reason when suddenly our car's radiator began to overheat. My dad swung off the Crosstown onto El Dorado to find a gas station so he could put water in the radiator.
We went up El Dorado to Channel Street, I believe. Quick left. A Chevron station at Channel and Center. A big parking lot took up the rest of that block. While we waited for the car to cool down, I could see the "KJOY" sign with a smaller "1280" beyond the expansive parking lot and El Dorado Street. A couple of KJOY vehicles parked on the other side of the cyclone-mesh fence that separated the parking lot from the gas station, one of them had "The Great 128" painted on it. Curiosity piqued. This kid who had already decided on a career in radio HAD to go over there and check out whatever he could. Parents said OK...I was OFF!! I must've stood in both Weber and El Dorado windows watching the DJ at the board for what seemed like an eternity, trying to soak in as much as I could visually. You see, for the next year, I would be a religious listener of KJOY, the Great 128, and everything I was seeing at that moment would have to suffice in memory since we lived an hour away and I was too young to drive down and watch. All I had to go on visually as I listened to KJOY was what my mind retained as I watched from the sidewalks this summer day.
Not much to see through the Weber Avenue window, the window that the jocks and jockettes faced as they did their shows. The backsides of some equipment and XLR connectors. Surprisingly, the El Dorado Street window afforded more of a view of the studio. In this window, I saw different jocks' name signs both leaning on the end of one counter and lying on the studio floor. These signs sat in a big block of wood with a groove in the top in the Weber Avenue window as the DJs did their shows. Quite a few of these signs both stood and laid there. I remember one in particular and what it read. "Pat Kelley," I read...hmmm, wonder when he's on the air? As I look back with a current-day perspective, I'm somewhat amazed that KJOY still did this as late as 1981. Amazed, but very glad.
Still watching. The DJ takes a phone call. As he converses, I look around at the rest of the studio. To his left, cart racks full of carts, a tiny room with a window that I later learned was a newsbooth, a big metal box that had a meter and said "AM Monitor," whatever that is. "Why would they monitor the entire AM band?" I wondered before I knew what an AM modulation monitor was and that it was only tuned to one frequency. DJ off the phone, and with apparently nothing more to do at that moment, he sits idly as the song plays, elbows on the counter in front of the board, looking around in a supervisory manner, as if to make sure everything's running smoothly, nothing in need of immediate attention.
OK, the view from the sidewalk's great, but now, I need to MEET that guy! Shake his hand, talk to him! I need to SEE this stuff up close! To be in this inner sanctum of broadcasting! Through the door at 110 N. El Dorado Street, Stockton, California! The KJOY lobby. The receptionist, a sweet young lady, greets me. "Hi," I reply, asking as politely as I know how if I can see the studio and meet the jock in there. Alas, it was not to be. I was politely turned down, with the explanation that the DJ "kinda needs to get it together" as she put it. "OK, thanks anyway." But I before I turn to leave, I notice a spiral staircase just to her left going downstairs into the ground. "That's our production studio," she informed me. "That's where we make our commercials." "Oh, OK, thanks again," I say as I make my way toward the door to rejoin the rest of humanity. "Thanks for coming in!" she says cheerfully as I depart the Great 128 to begin a year of devoted listenership from afar.
The DJ I watched on the air that day? His sign in the Weber Avenue window said:
"Roy Williams"