1069_KIFR said:As we approach the Holidays, I believe it is time for a thread to bring up either KFRC or John Mac Flanagan. Let the discussions begin!
RadioStarOne said:OK I'll bite! It's time for CBS to put some local personalities on 1550 KFRC! Enough of this Scott Shannon retread already come on the guy stinks to high heaven. John Mack in the mornings and Bobby Ocean in the afternoons. Let the banter continue! And while we're at it its time to bring back the sixties and early 70's jingles too! So there are you happy now?
michael hagerty said:RadioStarOne said:OK I'll bite! It's time for CBS to put some local personalities on 1550 KFRC! Enough of this Scott Shannon retread already come on the guy stinks to high heaven. John Mack in the mornings and Bobby Ocean in the afternoons. Let the banter continue! And while we're at it its time to bring back the sixties and early 70's jingles too! So there are you happy now?
Oh, man.....John Mack and Osh deserve soooooo much better than that.
And thankfully, they both know it. No way to wrap brilliant careers.
---Michael Hagerty
John Mack Flanagan said:My name in infamy? God, I hated (hate...) my name. I wanted something jammin' like Uncle Howie The Weird beard! or Chuckie Baby Baker, I worked with them in West Texas. McFlanagan, McFinnegan, McFarrigan, it just never worked. There were those who had a cult following about my middle name, MACK, (I was named after cowboy movie star Johnny Mack Brown ... but no one ever called me Johnny) but the whole thing just never worked. I just did what I did, and let the rest fall into place. Thanks for thinking of me. I love you all. What the world needs, a little kindness and love. When you think of me, think of good things. ... -John-
michael hagerty said:John Mack Flanagan said:My name in infamy? God, I hated (hate...) my name. I wanted something jammin' like Uncle Howie The Weird beard! or Chuckie Baby Baker, I worked with them in West Texas. McFlanagan, McFinnegan, McFarrigan, it just never worked. There were those who had a cult following about my middle name, MACK, (I was named after cowboy movie star Johnny Mack Brown ... but no one ever called me Johnny) but the whole thing just never worked. I just did what I did, and let the rest fall into place. Thanks for thinking of me. I love you all. What the world needs, a little kindness and love. When you think of me, think of good things. ... -John-
John:
For what it's worth, I never met a jock who didn't think you had the coolest name. Instantly memorable.
And back in the 80s, I dated a Tucson native. Had a KFRC aircheck in the cassette deck when I picked her up for dinner one evening....she switched it on, heard your voice and name and immediately remembered listening to you a decade and a half before at KTKT.
You did what we all were supposed to do, but few of us did as well as you....you made a lasting connection with your listeners. The fact that you're so fondly remembered here 30 years after leaving KFRC is proof of that.
---Michael Hagerty
It seems to have happened suddenly, looking back at it now, but it has been awhile.Thanks for thinking of me. I love you all. What the world needs, a little kindness and love. When you think of me, think of good things.
skyrocker said:It seems to have happened suddenly, looking back at it now, but it has been awhile.Thanks for thinking of me. I love you all. What the world needs, a little kindness and love. When you think of me, think of good things.
The once buoyant, boisterously cheerful voices behind the mics and music of the 60s and 70s are not with us any more. DJs, as we have known them, are dead.
They died out, not because of the times or advancing digital age, but because of lack of support, no back up. Once clusters of frequencies began to form, loyalty to Listeners and their Pipers, faded to black, replaced immediately with the ubiquitous, intemperate, piggishness that we know now.
Really, no one is much concerned. Even here in the Bay Area, due to lack of concern and accompanying funds, our own Bay Area Radio Hall Of Fame has passed away, one presumes, along with all memories it held. No support, again.
The music is still around - everywhere - from MP3 players to elevators. But the Magic Pans of the era, the fun-filled, eternally optimistic Disc Jockies have disappeared into the background like perfectly camouflaged woods fairies. Some have moved on, others watch the constantly passing parade, now as bystanders.
But this is not a fun parade. No one watching it is smiling any more.
Where their world was once filled and brimming over with eager confidence and joyous anticipation, the DJ's old "live" haunt is now a graveyard for generic voice tracks and personal dreams that can never regain their luster. Cut backs that brought forth no new blooms.
Of the many harsh realities, one that's been the most difficult to swallow for most jock I know: the daily realization that not only their employers, but their listeners just didn't care.
What's the difficulty? Well, it's just that these same once indispensable people have developed a work ethic found in most excellent performers - they have learned to give everything they had. Discovering that they are no longer needed or wanted is, to put it lightly, a bit of a heart dropping shock.
So, yeah. Think kindly and gratefully, if you can, when you remember these folks. They won't be back. And, they gave it their all.