radiothis! said:
Not the best story, but otherwise, life has been fairly uneventful. Wish I knew more about Dick Johnson lighting your copy on fire, Mr. Erie. That sounds like a great story!
(p.s. Erie-Lackawanna like the railroad? Didn't know you were a train buff? Or are you referring to the region in W.NY?)
Erie Lackawanna - think "Animal House" where Bluto passes out the pins to the newest Deltas and bestows upon them their new names. 1968, neighborhood pirate station run by the "older kids" took me under their wing and let me live the dream. One of the elders was Finster Binstley. Station Manager (kid in whose bedroom said pirate was located) was Ferd Berferd. I was dubbed Erie Lackawanna. No reason.
The copy-on-fire happened to just about anyone who ever held tinder-dry AP Copy in their hands while doing a cast - news, sports or otherwise. Dick Johnson did it to Don Huff, which was in return for Don doing it a few days earlier (Don has told this to folks on occasion). And I think Frank Fixaris set his own copy on fire one day with a lit butt burning on the top edge of a cart deck.
A great story recalled and re-told by the late Cousin Bob involved his morning thing in Portsmouth. Out of the news, newsguy (Don?) tossed it to Bob. Bob hit the cart and nothing happened. While chatting about the lack of music with his newsguy, Cousin removed the cart and remarked about the unravelled tape that "Look at this thing, it's all f---d up." Bob went on to explain later that he didn't even realize "it" had slipped out, and didn't know why, at the time, that his newsguy's jaw was on the floor. He was amazed that there was not ONE phone call - at that time or any other. Bob's easy-going demeanor more than likely left anyone who thought they heard something unusual thinking ... "nah..."
In Biddeford, about which the nightmares (now funny) are plentiful simply owing to the age and condition of the facility and equipment... new young buck broadcaster, younger brother of a CBS RadioRadio VP, didn't have the patch cords properly located for the EBS Tones. yes, he cracked the mic and did his own.
And with a show of hands: How many here were victims of your buddy or co-worker lifting the arm off of your ready-to-roll-slip-cued record as you were nailing the call letters to let the disc fly?
Or how many hit the cart to play a tune, talked it up and turned off the mic at the post only to hear the song end perfectly cold one or two seconds later? (Think "Heart Of Gold" by Neil Young) Long before Ashton, many of us got "Punk'd" by production wizards such as Argy and Nick.