Who is the most out there radio person you met?

[H-Wood]

I have come across many in my days. Since I spent my teenage years at WTRN that probably says something.

Greg Hevell would start his car at 5:35 to get off of work at 6pm. Winter, spring, summer or fall. I know he quit at least 15 times in the years I was there.

Tor Michaels was easy to send into a tizzy when I would bust on him on the air.

Bill Moses because things were always humming.

Bob "if you want your transmitter fixed play Lyin Eyes" Lynn could fix anything with rubber cement and duct tape.

Bab "Hey Lookit" Bailey was in a battle with Jack Morton for the lead in Stealth Accounts.

Kate "I broke many many chairs in the newsroom" McKowski hated anyone who wasn't named Adam Lee.

It's hard to believe that Brian has my old radio station in his hands.

There was CD Shaffer who was battling Kate for breaking chairs at the AMN.

Radio Pete was in his own planet.

I know if the WTRN building could talk, I would be in serious trouble, but thankfully the statute of limitations has run out for all my activities.

I never worked with Gamber, but I got to deal with Leberfinger. That is always special.

Lets hear about your wacko co-workers.

Harlow

 

[McCall]

I will leave out some names to protect the innocent. If you recognize any of them, PLEASE allow them to remain nameless.

I was working part-time at WVAM and WPRR. The overnight jock smoked more pot than anybody I had met before or have met since. Several pot breaks per hour. No kidding. Near the end of the pay period, he would sift through his car's ashtray looking for roaches. He was a nice guy, but way, way out there.

I worked with "Radio Pete" when I was at the AMN, and then again while at WPRR. He worked part-time on WVAM. Once, he went blind in the studio. Just suddenly went blind. He stumbled out into the hallway, feeling his way along the wall. His vision came back in short order.

The GM who interviewed me at WBHV in the early 90's, as mentioned in a prior post. He was wearing a dirty Pittsburgh Pirates T-shirt, cut-off jeans, and drinking coca cola from a two liter bottle. He looked like Manson. Charles, not Marilyn.

Bill Moses. A hilarious parody of himself. But a genuine WWII hero. How would you like to parachute behind German lines with "Moses" stenciled on your uniform?

Glenn Daugherty, an Allegheny Mountain Network engineer. The guy was in his 60's and could pick up college girls better than any fraternity brother.

Sales guy at WIYQ in Johnstown, master of the "stealth" contract. Invisible to everybody but him.

A station owner who removed the board and 3/4 of the records to DJ a dance. You know who you are!

A DJ who would leave little glass orange juice bottles filled with snuff spittle scattered around the studio. We warned him several times with no success, then poured one of the bottles into his drawer of the studio file cabinet.

Walter Jackson would order pizza with green peppers on it, then pick the green peppers off.

Bob McCarty. Enough said.

Cigarette B*tch, at WIYQ. Not an ounce of talent - at least no talent for radio. I'm sure she had some sort of talent of which I was unaware.

Billy Dann. He liked to watch cartoons.

 

[H-Wood]

I forgot Jimmy Novak and the Heavy Metal Show... That was always something to walk into on Sunday after his show.

Never combine Juvenile Delinquents and radio stations... Nothing good can come of it.

 

[missaretha]

Name one jock who either did not smoke weed a long time ago or one that doesn't smoke weed now. Sort of comes with the job. Salespeople are worse. I actually had one salesperson from KDKA tell me he smoked weed to relax and that he was a born again Christian because "you need Jesus in this business." His words, not mine.

Anyway...

Don't know if this qualifies as "out there" but it sure falls into the category of just short of insanity, some of you might remember it:

Kev and Wendy did a remote for Stocker years ago. Kev got into a Chevy and was lifted by a crane in the Stocker parking lot and did all his breaks live from up in the car hanging by the crane. Everyone knows the Stocker building is only one story high but this was not just a dangle, this was all the way up. Think BIG crane...

 

[SheepDip]

Radio in central Pennsylvania reminded me a little like the boat ride in Apocolypse Now--but the characters in the film were better adjusted. This is not a complete list, but off the top of my head:


One DJ at WIYQ was a moveable freak show. Tattoos covered his arms, perhaps to make up for the expressionless, psychotic stare. He was a born again and again and again Christian. He would find Jesus and then, inexplicably, lose him in a blur of cheap booze and women who wore ill-fitting clothes. We gave him cue cards to read during the breaks. But he couldn't read. We all thought that, somewhere, a traveling carnival was missing a hell of a ride operator.


One DJ, who shall remain nameless, suffered from blurred radio reality. While some insane people believe they hear voices; this DJ was convinced that people were actually listening to him. He dressed in sweatpants often, but always wore a ball cap impeccably.

Radio Pete was actually a CIA mole. That's the only explanation. His glasses enabled him to see 300 times farther than a regular human. He had a transmitter stuffed in his hair. He once told me he was proud that he could eat corn. I have no idea what he meant. Maybe a code.

Radio Rich stashed junk food the way squirrels harbor nuts. Perhaps he stored them for a long Ho-Ho winter that would one day come, a cupcake apocolypse.

Bill Moses once told me that I did not know Sh*t from Shinola. I was not alone. The mass of humanity, according to Bill, suffered from the ability to make this seemingly simple discernment. Since then, I have never shined my shoes. Just to be safe.


The horror. The horror.
These characters haunt me still.

> I will leave out some names to protect the innocent. If you
> recognize any of them, PLEASE allow them to remain nameless.
>
>
> I was working part-time at WVAM and WPRR. The overnight jock
> smoked more pot than anybody I had met before or have met
> since. Several pot breaks per hour. No kidding. Near the end
> of the pay period, he would sift through his car's ashtray
> looking for roaches. He was a nice guy, but way, way out
> there.
>
> I worked with "Radio Pete" when I was at the AMN, and then
> again while at WPRR. He worked part-time on WVAM. Once, he
> went blind in the studio. Just suddenly went blind. He
> stumbled out into the hallway, feeling his way along the
> wall. His vision came back in short order.
>
> The GM who interviewed me at WBHV in the early 90's, as
> mentioned in a prior post. He was wearing a dirty Pittsburgh
> Pirates T-shirt, cut-off jeans, and drinking coca cola from
> a two liter bottle. He looked like Manson. Charles, not
> Marilyn.
>
> Bill Moses. A hilarious parody of himself. But a genuine
> WWII hero. How would you like to parachute behind German
> lines with "Moses" stenciled on your uniform?
>
> Glenn Daugherty, an Allegheny Mountain Network engineer. The
> guy was in his 60's and could pick up college girls better
> than any fraternity brother.
>
> Sales guy at WIYQ in Johnstown, master of the "stealth"
> contract. Invisible to everybody but him.
>
> A station owner who removed the board and 3/4 of the records
> to DJ a dance. You know who you are!
>
> A DJ who would leave little glass orange juice bottles
> filled with snuff spittle scattered around the studio. We
> warned him several times with no success, then poured one of
> the bottles into his drawer of the studio file cabinet.
>
> Walter Jackson would order pizza with green peppers on it,
> then pick the green peppers off.
>
> Bob McCarty. Enough said.
>
> Cigarette B*tch, at WIYQ. Not an ounce of talent - at least
> no talent for radio. I'm sure she had some sort of talent of
> which I was unaware.
>
> Billy Dann. He liked to watch cartoons.
>

 

[H-Wood]

> Radio in central Pennsylvania reminded me a little like the
> boat ride in Apocolypse Now--but the characters in the film
> were better adjusted. This is not a complete list, but off
> the top of my head:
>
>
> One DJ at WIYQ was a moveable freak show. Tattoos covered
> his arms, perhaps to make up for the expressionless,
> psychotic stare. He was a born again and again and again
> Christian. He would find Jesus and then, inexplicably, lose
> him in a blur of cheap booze and women who wore ill-fitting
> clothes. We gave him cue cards to read during the breaks.
> But he couldn't read. We all thought that, somewhere, a
> traveling carnival was missing a hell of a ride operator.
>
>
> One DJ, who shall remain nameless, suffered from blurred
> radio reality. While some insane people believe they hear
> voices; this DJ was convinced that people were actually
> listening to him. He dressed in sweatpants often, but always
> wore a ball cap impeccably.
>
> Radio Pete was actually a CIA mole. That's the only
> explanation. His glasses enabled him to see 300 times
> farther than a regular human. He had a transmitter stuffed
> in his hair. He once told me he was proud that he could eat
> corn. I have no idea what he meant. Maybe a code.
>
> Radio Rich stashed junk food the way squirrels harbor nuts.
> Perhaps he stored them for a long Ho-Ho winter that would
> one day come, a cupcake apocolypse.
>
> Bill Moses once told me that I did not know Sh*t from
> Shinola. I was not alone. The mass of humanity, according to
> Bill, suffered from the ability to make this seemingly
> simple discernment. Since then, I have never shined my
> shoes. Just to be safe.
>
>
> The horror. The horror.
> These characters haunt me still.
>
I know those people in Hosopple were listening.

I still can wear a baseball hat with the best of them.

 

[McCall]

> Radio in central Pennsylvania reminded me a little like the
> boat ride in Apocolypse Now--but the characters in the film
> were better adjusted. This is not a complete list, but off
> the top of my head:
> Radio Pete was actually a CIA mole. That's the only
> explanation. His glasses enabled him to see 300 times
> farther than a regular human. He had a transmitter stuffed
> in his hair. He once told me he was proud that he could eat
> corn. I have no idea what he meant. Maybe a code.

I think I've deciphered the code. Radio Pete once told me that he had only three teeth his entire mouth.

 

[H-Wood]

> > Radio in central Pennsylvania reminded me a little like
> the
> > boat ride in Apocolypse Now--but the characters in the
> film
> > were better adjusted. This is not a complete list, but off
>
> > the top of my head:
> > Radio Pete was actually a CIA mole. That's the only
> > explanation. His glasses enabled him to see 300 times
> > farther than a regular human. He had a transmitter stuffed
>
> > in his hair. He once told me he was proud that he could
> eat
> > corn. I have no idea what he meant. Maybe a code.
>
> I think I've deciphered the code. Radio Pete once told me
> that he had only three teeth his entire mouth.
>
Was that he only ever had three teeth or three teeth left?

 

[SheepDip]

> > Radio in central Pennsylvania reminded me a little like
> the
> > boat ride in Apocolypse Now--but the characters in the
> film
> > were better adjusted. This is not a complete list, but off
>
> > the top of my head:
> >
> >
> > One DJ at WIYQ was a moveable freak show. Tattoos covered
> > his arms, perhaps to make up for the expressionless,
> > psychotic stare. He was a born again and again and again
> > Christian. He would find Jesus and then, inexplicably,
> lose
> > him in a blur of cheap booze and women who wore
> ill-fitting
> > clothes. We gave him cue cards to read during the breaks.
> > But he couldn't read. We all thought that, somewhere, a
> > traveling carnival was missing a hell of a ride operator.
> >
> >
> > One DJ, who shall remain nameless, suffered from blurred
> > radio reality. While some insane people believe they hear
> > voices; this DJ was convinced that people were actually
> > listening to him. He dressed in sweatpants often, but
> always
> > wore a ball cap impeccably.
> >
> > Radio Pete was actually a CIA mole. That's the only
> > explanation. His glasses enabled him to see 300 times
> > farther than a regular human. He had a transmitter stuffed
>
> > in his hair. He once told me he was proud that he could
> eat
> > corn. I have no idea what he meant. Maybe a code.
> >
> > Radio Rich stashed junk food the way squirrels harbor
> nuts.
> > Perhaps he stored them for a long Ho-Ho winter that would
> > one day come, a cupcake apocolypse.
> >
> > Bill Moses once told me that I did not know Sh*t from
> > Shinola. I was not alone. The mass of humanity, according
> to
> > Bill, suffered from the ability to make this seemingly
> > simple discernment. Since then, I have never shined my
> > shoes. Just to be safe.
> >
> >
> > The horror. The horror.
> > These characters haunt me still.
> >
> I know those people in Hosopple were listening.
>
> I still can wear a baseball hat with the best of them.
>
I believe you used several earphone techniques to keep the hat in shape: the upside-down "under jaw" technique and the variation of this, the "upside down, tilted head, one hand, one ear" technique.
Although, I do recall someone (not sure if it was you) who did the "crushed top" technique, in which the earphones were worn on top of the hat and smoosh the top of the hat.