Had a laugh at today's Tom Taylor TRI newsletter, with the no-names bad radio stories; today, about remotes....for me, the worst ever was the late Saturday afternoon/evening "grand opening" of a strip mall somewhere in Dunwoody, maybe 1986 or so. I've blocked it out of my mind until reading Tom's email today. This one was miraculously scheduled simultaneously to the Georgia/Ga. Tech football game. I mean, at the EXACT same time. Setting aside that successful remotes are always tough to make work, this one was predictably going to be in-the-bag bad: the mall was way off the main street and tucked behind other businesses so as not to be visible from the street. Anyhow, not a single person showed up during the entire 2 hours, and the center had scheduled all kinds of crap for the "hordes" of people our AE had assured them would be there. So there was the karate store class demo'ing an entire karate class of kicks and thrusts to nobody, the dry-cleaner offering up 30% off coupons to nobody, a dance class from the dance academy store dancing for nobody, etc. etc. That was the first hour. Then...the sun went down. And here's me, spinning platters and making with the deejay yucko chit-chat, to an entire empty parking lot, in the dark. I mean, NOBODY was there except me and my equipment.
Oh--the AE? He never showed up, as he was watching the Ga/Ga. Tech game. Just like the rest of humanity.
People wonder why I drink.
Oh--the AE? He never showed up, as he was watching the Ga/Ga. Tech game. Just like the rest of humanity.
People wonder why I drink.