There is no finer profession than radio to provide you more laughs, joy, and stories to tell your grandkids. "Let me tell you about my airshift the night Elvis died..." or, speaking of Elvis, the late-night phone calls from Sam Phillips back at WLVS. "Now, Jim, you know I love you, son. But we got a problem..." I'll always love my Sam Phillips stories. Or, the great parties we used to throw at WRVR. I'll never forget the grand opening of Mud Island and the wine party extravaganza. And then there are the stories about working at the glass-cage-studios of WMQM in the lobby of that Midtown building next to Methodist hospital. Or when I worked at another religious station in Collierville where the only living being I saw during an entire 6-hour airshift was a cow that occasionally wandered along the fenceline outside the front door of the station!
I could also go on and on about the great stories I have from my days at WQOX. I, like Radiosaur, was there way-back-when. I started in '74, staying until graduation in '77. No CDs. No carted music. Just 45s cued on the turntable. Jim Futrell, Carol Koch-Cristianson, Joe Dyer, Janice Knapp and others were our teachers. (I hear we lost Janice a few years ago, too. In fact, it was Jim F who called to tell me.) Anyway, you get the picture...
Radio can give you great memories. I stayed with it for 20 years myself, mostly because I loved everything about it. (Yeah, it's also nice for me when the cute checkout girl at Kroger recognizes my voice...) However, I learned rather early that I wasn't a very good jock; I was much better reading news. Still, it left me with a feeling that people enjoyed (and respected?) what I was doing. It gave me a sense of service. It made me feel fulfilled. That's why I stuck with it as long as I did. Heaven knows I wasn't making a great living.
But radio will never be the same as before deregulation and convergence. It won't provide its employed masses with a really good living anymore, either. Unless you are the next Rick Dees (or other wonderfully gifted people I worked with in Memphis), you have to be prepared to do a little work on the side. A Saturday remote; some agency voicework -- whatever it takes to help make ends meet.
Unfortunately for me, the industry is now more about business and less about serving in the community interest. But that's okay, too. Times change. When it no longer serves your own interest, you have to move on.
At least we "old schoolers" still have memories of what radio was really meant to be.
Wow. Is that a sour outlook, too?