I'll never forget the buckets on top of the production room RCA "consolette" at 1430 Main St. to catch the rainwater leaks through KB's roof. It was a quaint touch.
It was also scary to be completely alone in that building at night with your back facing a plate-glass door opening directly on the parking lot. Any nitwit or miscreant could walk up with direct-line vision into the control room. Many was the time I would be talking live on-mic while some weirdo was rapping loudly on the glass. The noise would go over the air. Then you'd answer the door where some shady type would aggressively demand some alleged "prize" he had won on-air.
It's amazing that during KB's years at 1430 Main - not a terrific neighborhood - nobody got shot at through that door. Or that nobody threw a brick through the glass.
It was also scary to be completely alone in that building at night with your back facing a plate-glass door opening directly on the parking lot. Any nitwit or miscreant could walk up with direct-line vision into the control room. Many was the time I would be talking live on-mic while some weirdo was rapping loudly on the glass. The noise would go over the air. Then you'd answer the door where some shady type would aggressively demand some alleged "prize" he had won on-air.
It's amazing that during KB's years at 1430 Main - not a terrific neighborhood - nobody got shot at through that door. Or that nobody threw a brick through the glass.