1--KOIT PD slaps his forehead) " I coulda had Bobby Ocean!"--michael hagerty
2--OMG! ...that WAS the Program Director! Andy something. So much for a union announcer. Must be cheaper than to have a real DJ. Like Bobby Ocean... --geek-orama
I know everything changes, but, with the sudden departure of Bill and all the behind-the-scenes folks, Julie, Laurie, Larry and the old reliable More Music Morning Show, it's too bad the change doesn't seem for the better.
When there are still folks in the biz remembering your name long after your last light rock, less talk air shift, it's such a bonus. In the middle of all these changes, thanks Michael and Geekdawg for the total recall. Such DJ Name Retention deserves at least
a little back story to better season it to your taste. Not at all untypical of hundreds of others here in California and across the nation, here's a little wider peek into what's going down at that once Number One frequency.
DISCLAIMER -it's just another POV; doesn't require defense, still:
Unlike Ralf Barbieri, I did not get yelled at, nor shown any disrespect at that previous Less Jock, Light Rock radio station with which I was associated. I got nothing.
For several years I was the station's James Bond, and accepting last minute on-air missions was my challenge. In fact, it began as a DJ's dream job -- the PD, respected throughout the metropolis and it's furthest fringes as a top tier broadcasting player who had kept this station at the top of the pile for freakin' EVER, contacted me. Said he wanted me on the air staff.
Wow; I was actually asked by their successful-beyond-reason Program Director to join the ratings dominating air team. No auditioning, no stressful interview, this never happens. He said he knew my range, knew I would fit in. Quite an honor.
It ended quite differently, but with no berating, no lies, no mean spirited attitude. In fact, Nothing. Once Entercom's hireling from New Orleans was installed, he either harshly criticized or completely ignored those whom he had been instructed to eliminate and only allowed attention to the ones he was told to retain. I guess I fell into group one.
All I know is, where I had previously been notified by assistant PD and all-around powerhouse, Julie, for fill in emergencies
(BTW: all requests, with only one exception in close to three years, were accepted and executed, once even with 15 minutes notice), I was never contacted again. At all. Never. Not even to say hello, goodbye, nyah-nyah, request my building key card or double check my employee ID number. Now I know what Nawlins' crickets sound like.
EDITORIAL: Any entity that would ignore her boss' accomplishments and eliminate his paycheck for the
sole purpose of displaying numbers at the next stock meeting scam would, of course, have missed the occasion for their product's programming development with integrity. That station could have sounded FANTASTIC, after Bill, under Julie.
