I launched WXTK, New England's first FM News/Talker in 1991 at the dial position of 94.9 for then-owner Ernie Boch. I chose the call letters, designed the format and studios, hired the staff, anchored the morning news, hosted a talk show, signed the syndication agreements with Rush, Dr. Joy Browne, etc. and almost killed myself physically with a 20 hour workday.
Today, this FM powerhouse has moved up the dial position to 95-point-something and is the top rated radio station on Cape Cod and most likely anywhere in New England with consistent arbitron ratings of of 12-plus... for almost every other radio station that's a demographic, not an audience level.
Ernie called almost every winter morning from his estate on Martha's Vineyard to remind me his wife wanted to hear a countdown to spring. After a few months of owner interference with programming and after he fired all my employee's who actually earned enough income to survive because early advertiser commitments fell through, I'd had enough.
One day Ernie Boch, now deceased, called me into his office and said to me: Do you know why I had all these windows installed in my office? No, I said. Boch responded; I draw my power from the sun. Great I thought, Ernie's a rich whacko and I was tired, so I told him so. Even Boch's generous 50% raise couldn't keep me there. I quit and moved to Providence, Rhode Island where I took a TV gig and I hated TV.
Thoughts?
Today, this FM powerhouse has moved up the dial position to 95-point-something and is the top rated radio station on Cape Cod and most likely anywhere in New England with consistent arbitron ratings of of 12-plus... for almost every other radio station that's a demographic, not an audience level.
Ernie called almost every winter morning from his estate on Martha's Vineyard to remind me his wife wanted to hear a countdown to spring. After a few months of owner interference with programming and after he fired all my employee's who actually earned enough income to survive because early advertiser commitments fell through, I'd had enough.
One day Ernie Boch, now deceased, called me into his office and said to me: Do you know why I had all these windows installed in my office? No, I said. Boch responded; I draw my power from the sun. Great I thought, Ernie's a rich whacko and I was tired, so I told him so. Even Boch's generous 50% raise couldn't keep me there. I quit and moved to Providence, Rhode Island where I took a TV gig and I hated TV.
Thoughts?