nmoore6676 said:
DavidEduardo said:
henry said:
Radio used to put "regular people" on the air. They were relate-able. They became your friends. They were average joes who occasionally became celebrities.
Today radio puts "celebrities" on they air. They live in bigger houses than you do. They aren't your friend. They aren't relate-able (Seacrest, Donny Osmond, etc.)
So Gary Owens, Casey Casem, Wink Martindale, Bill Ballance, Robert W. Morgan and many many others lived in little houses in Lynwood?
Actually while I was still a grade school kid one of the very popular local radio personalities lived in a small tract home right down the street, not even as large as ours. Another who also happened to be Jonathan Winter's mom lived in more affluent digs but still within our area of town. I think the poster was more referring to the aura they presented, though I've heard that Robert W. was far from Mr. Personality in real life. Of course we are all aware of Bill Handel's Persian Palace but he still appeals to the common man.
I realize that poster nmoore was not trashing Robert W. Morgan, but I still feel the need to speak on his behalf. I worked at Golden West with RWM for four years. Our paths crossed often. I started there running the board during the all-night Transtar shift. Morgan's producer would come in sometimes as early as 4:30am and turn the thermostat all the way down, the way Robert wanted it. In no time, the studio would be like an icebox. It got to the point where I was taking my jacket to work during summer. We used to joke that Morgan was a polar bear. More often than not, he would come in grumpy, the same mood I'm usually in when I wake up. He always came in at least a half hour early. And without fail, every morning, he would tell me to go home as soon as he walked in, that he would take over the board from there. I was always tired at that time, and my teeth were always chattering at that time, so as a result, I loved Robert for doing that.
No question that Robert W. was moody. There was a nice, generous side to him, and there was another side to him somewhat akin to a Pacific Southwest Diamondback rattlesnake. There were times he angered me, but in due time I came to realize that he did that to everybody at GWB. The receptionist there told me that he had bitten her head off many a time, and the GM had also felt his wrath at times. It was part of Robert being Robert.
Then there was the proud papa Morgan when his daughter started working at Pirate Radio. There was the Morgan that had anti-racism posters in his office. And, there was the Robert W. Morgan who greeted me like a long-lost friend the very last time I saw him, late one night in the parking lot of the Sunset Strip Tower Records as I was coming back from a UCLA basketball game. He couldn't have been friendlier.
The only thing all this proves is that Robert W. Morgan was human. While I didn't consider him a personal friend, I would not hesitate to work with him again. He was a great talent, and L.A. radio is not the same without him.
Maybe it was also an extension of the theater of the mind of early radio and a lot of the first TV hosts transferred over from radio. Back then, in my youth, the movies stars were presented as glamorous yet many of them like Jimmy Stewart still carried off an ah shucks aura as well. The publicity of stars back then emphasized their home and family lives, though for Joan Crawford and Bing Crosby their children dispelled those illusions later on. Is it possible that today we have too much exposure of our celebrities with their peccadilloes and many of them are not truly people we WOULD WANT in our living rooms?
Again, this goes to show that celebrities, like anybody else, are human with the same faults and foibles as the rest of us. Are stars supposed to be held to a higher standard than the rest of us? I wouldn't think so.