Encore, Savage, encore! It's a good thing I wasn't guzzling coffee as I read your latest Saga of Saj, I would have nose blasted java all over the keyboard. The recollections here from Al Wallack to Savage and others, have brought back a few memories and made me appreciate my brief stop on the long and winding road of radio.
I'm a fan of NPR's Story Corps (truth be told, I thought of doing something remarkably similar years ago, as I'm sure a few hundred other radio people have) and wish people could upload audio of their tales here, complete with FX.
Wouldn't you like to hear an audio re-creation of Savage's cue speaker from hell story. Wouldn't you like to hear how a skating tonearm landing on felt sounds on a 50kw flamethrower at 12:08 a.m.
Wouldn't you like to hear a re-creation of guys like Frank Saj.
It's not so much stereotyping as character acting, but Frank Saj cannot be done without using an East Side Buffalo accent. Or Jim Adler's voice, gruff, with a dash of NY city street hustler... "I ain't here to babysit ya." Adler always had at least two good profane jokes for you when you worked with him and he was a gem.
Wouldn't you like to hear Fred Klestine's classic Yiddish Sid Freedman, Richest Man in Da Vorld shtick? And Danny's annual Christmas tree lighting?
I stand in awe of the guys who "went before us." You get to work with them if you're lucky and at least "a little bit talented." Maybe you become their peers, but rarely their equal. At least that's the way I feel. The best part is, if you're smart and have a modicum of respect for the game, you learn something from the tribal elders. If you're really fortunate, you might actually contribute in some small way to what they do.
Hard to top Savage's stories, but here's another Frank Saj fractured fable.
First daytime show I did at KB, Saturday midday. I'd worked a few weeks of summer relief all nites and like most jocks, I never worked with a producer. First time ever with an engineer and Frank Saj was in the control room. At that time the KB announce studio had a mic, two turntables and a McMartin rotary pot board which fed the RCA board in Master Control. The engineer ran herd on audio and also ran all commercials and tape.
"So, you're da new guy huh?" Frank asks.
"Guilty as charged." I respond.
"Well look, we got a lotta commercials here, so don't fock it up, okay new guy?"
I'm thinkin' I'm four hours away from working at Purchase Radio again.
So I say something like "I'm looking forward to working with you."
No reply.
"I'm a dead man."
So the show gets started and things go okay for about ten minutes, until we roll into the first commercial break. I tell Frank, "I'll give you a direct hand cue to start the commercial."
No response.
Song ends. I back sell it, read a liner and begin reading a live commercial (those were the days when there were "lives" on the log.) I try to burn off nervous energy. You know this routine, you wring your hands or do the Letterman-Leno routine as if you're warming them over a fire. Anything to calm down.
But suddenly, my nose itches and I instinctively reach up to scratch it around 20 seconds into the commercial in the middle of a sentence.
BAM! Cart fires.
At least I had the good sense to stop speaking and cut the mic. Push the intercom button. "What was that??!" I asked, slightly pissed off.
"You gave me da demn cue."
"No, I was scratching my nose. I told you I'd be specific and point to you."
"Well sonny, dat looked like a point to me."
I'm not nervous anymore, now I'm angry.
"Look, you've worked with some of the best, so bear with me here. When I want a spot, I'll point to you like this..." Exaggerated arm motion, finger extended.
Frank responds, "And I'll point to YOU..." gives me the finger and laughs.
The next two or three breaks were tense. Everytime I pointed, he gave me the bird in return. After that, I began to laugh whenever he flipped me off. After about two hours, the return finger stopped and the tension was gone.
I asked him, "What happened, your hand get tired?" He flipps me off one more time and laughs, "You keep up the good work, sonny, maybe they'll let you come back next week."
Savage! Your turn.