Thanks for the kind words Rad, but I'm not working in the medium that I've loved for the last 30 years of my life. A few months before I got run over by the bus in Dallas...my PD stood toe-to-toe with me one day before all this and said, “If we’re talking, we’re losing.” I said, “This is freakin’ Dallas Texas, if we’re not entertaining, we’re losing.” They told me I wouldn’t have been happy there anyway. They actually were running stopwatches on talk breaks.
So after I got downsized last fall, I hung around until it looked like nothing was happening, and I headed for downtown Brant…I hadn’t been home for the holidays in 13 years, so it was nice. Spent time with my mom (83), my sis and my nephews and their families. My job was to teach my nephews’ children the finer points of wall art with their own boogers. I visited folks in town, caught a Bills game, saw some old radio guys that I hadn't seen for awhile, and folks that I knew that had cancer. I’ve got something to give them.
While I was home I got a call about an opening in the midwest. I went to KC in December to interview for the host chair on a 3-person morning show at the ENTERCOM classic-rocker. I was there 3 days. Nailed it. The PD called me on December the 23rd and said I was their guy, and 2 weeks after the 1st of the year, I couldn’t get him…or anyone else to return my phone calls. Read that to yourself again. Amazing! Never in my life…you know what I mean.
I also had a call from the PD of the ENTERCOM news/talk station in one of my old markets, Greenville, SC about a PM drive opening. Beautiful part of the country. After talking on the phone with this guy I sent to him what he called, in his own words, "One of the most professional packages he had ever received," but after I didn't hear from him for over three weeks, I sent an email saying it's too bad this couldn't work out. He wrote back and CC'd the OM and the LSM saying that I had no idea how much he was doing behind the scenes, and that I had a bad attitude and might be difficult to work with. If my presentation was so professional, then why couldn't I be treated like one. When I walk into a restaurant and ask for sweet tea, and they had me a glass, a spoon and some Splenda, then I might be difficult.
I'm going to give ENTERCOM the benefit of the doubt and say that these two blurps on the radar screen of the universe are purely coincidental.
However, this is the kind of stuff that puts guys like Stan and Dave M and hundreds of others out to pasteur long before they're due. It's almost cannibalistic what's going on in some broadcast centers around the country.
Meanwhile, I knew that a couple of folks that I used to ride with here in Texas were going to start up a small production company to produce a local motorcycle-friendly webcast through a new company here…plus a new travel series that is also motorcycle only. While I was still home, they flew me back to Texas for the 1st segments that we shot for a week in an area between San Antonio, Fredericksburg and Austin that is called the hill country. Beautiful. Two days in Luckenbach followed by 2 more in Austin is good for the soul.
As soon as I got home, I packed my truck and trailer and headed back to Texas in May. Within a week we were back on the road for segments in San Francisco, Santa Rosa, Sonoma, Napa Valley, and the Pacific Coast Highway. Plus, on the way back we shot stuff at “The Corner” in Winslow Arizona (cue the Eagles song in your head) and Cadillac Ranch near Amarillo.
Are you kidding me?! Awesome. The hair stood up on the back of my neck when I crossed the Golden Gate for the 1st time ever in the saddle of my bike. I was harder than Chinese arithmetic driving down the P.C.H. And, some of the vistas in wine country are so breathtaking that you think you can stop, get off the bike and shake hands with Jesus!
The folks here are pithching the travel series to two American networks plus another in England.
Someone asked me what my short-term goals are for this. Couple…I want to be on the road for the next 3-5 years…and a new house that I can call my own…one that I can tow behind my pickup truck! What self-respecting Brant Boy don’t have a house with hubcaps?!