Rick Nelson's hit "Garden Party" was all about JUST THAT.
He was booed at Madison Square Garden, because he didn't look...square, like he did on TV in the 50s.
"I played 'em all the old songs. 'Thought that's why they came."
But he didn't look the same.
I have tickets for Barry Manilow in Vegas later this month, and for THAT kind of dough, he BETTER sing "Mandy."
I sure hope he HASN'T moved on.
When I was in Washington, I was "a suit."
'Managed WTOP for 7 years, then VP-of-something-or-other at USA Today for 3 years.
January 1, 1995, I hung out my shingle. Me, Inc. Finally in-control-of-my-own-time.
I knew the PD at WBIG Oldies 100 from umpteen Washington broadcasting events.
I called him to say two things:
1. "DON'T STOP. I LOVE IT!"
This station -- formerly smooth jazz -- was now on its way to #1 25-54.
I -- a 40-something at the time -- was his demographic bulls-eye.
HOWEVER they were picking-and-rotating titles, IT WAS WORKING.
And the jocks sounded like they were HAVING FUN.
So, as a listener, I was calling with applause.
And an offer...
2. "Holler if you ever get into a jam," I told him.
Like most broadcasters in the Washington market then, he didn't know I'd been a DJ.
"I did this in the 70s, at WPRO," I told him.
And -- having managed a staff -- I knew about...the flu.
So I told him I could suit-up if he ever had a bench problem.
Or just grab a shift from-time-to-time.
"Whattya mean, like 'recreational jocking?'" he asked.
EXACTLY, I beamed.
So, after not-having-been-on-air for 13 years, they had me come in late-late at night...to a studio where the-only-piece-of-equipment-I-recognized was a microphone, and do a "break-in shift." Believe me, it felt more like "forcible entry." But I just played it as-though-I-was-coming-back-from-the-weekend circa 1975, WPRO.
THAT NIGHT...THE VERY FIRST TIME I TAWKED LIVE ON WASHINGTON RADIO...AFTER MIDNIGHT...the request line rang.
A thick New England accent asked, "Holland Cooke?"
"Yes, hello, Oldies 100," I replied.
The voice repeated, "Holland Cooke!"
I thought she hadn't heard me say hello the first time.
"Yeah, hi. What would you like to hear?"
Yet again, as though she had looked down at the sidewalk and spotted a $50 bill, she said "Holland Cooke. We used to listen to you every summer at the beach."
This was 1995.
That was 1975.
WE think we can move on.
I REFUSE TO COLOR MY HAIR. I earned every single one of these greys.
But I never cease to be flattered by moments like that one.
And I'll bet Barry Manilow doesn't either.
HC
PS: Listen to the caller in THE LAST BREAK:
http://www.hollandcooke.com/wbig.ram