It really DOES come-in-threes, eh?
Ed McMahon, Farrah, and Jacko...all Seventies ICONS.
In McMahon's and Jackson's case, talents appreciated all-the-more in the 80s and 90s.
In Fawcett's case, a wistful reminder of a time that parallels today.
Economy-in-the-dumper, soaring gasoline prices, concerns-about-what's-happening-on-the-other-side-of-the-world.
But her smile lit us up.
SOME station should be playing Tavares' "Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel."
A few months back, at R&R's Talk Radio Seminar in California, I got to meet Suzanne Somers, "the other Farrah."
I told her that, in the 70s, before VCRs, I was a night time DJ, so I never got to see "Three's Company" in first-run.
(Ditto "Charlie's Angels," with whom I was also competing-for-attention at night.)
"But I felt your presence," I told her.
"I get that a lot," she smirked. GREAT line.
I got voicemail last night from a pal of mine, who runs a bunch of stations. He was driving from Washington to the Philadelphia area last night, after the Jackson story had broken. He said that, along the radio-rich Mid-Atlantic I-95 corridor, AM/FM handled Jackson's passing LOTS better than satellite radio.
HC
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PS: TOUGH comeback start for John Smoltz, who STILL got a standing-O @ the Saux-at-Nats game last night. Although Sox fans WAY-outnumbered Nationals fans, the welcome seemed, as they say in Washington, "by unanimous consent." He struck out the first batter, then, as one writer put it, "nerves and adrenaline and rust" got to him. By the time he settled down, he looked like Smoltzy again. 62 of 92 pitches were strikes. New Nats stadium is NICE, but can't handle a sell-out crowd. Ditto Metro, which was a nightmare. Now, back to The Block...