My sister sent me a forward this week from the website Awkward Family Photos. Â I will warn you not to go there unless you have a lot of time to spare, it can be engrossing… and grossing, too. The one’s Mackie sent were particularly funny and had funny captions. But that email reminded me of this post that I put in this blog ages ago. Please read it if you weren’t reading back in 2009. I was funny.
But writing about family members I can’t write about because they might read it reminds me of disc jockies that I also can’t write about. I started a little Facebook group a few weeks ago. I am not prone to creating Facebook groups, but I’ve created 3 that I’m proud of and one that flopped with me as the only member before I abandoned it. But this new group is called “I was a DJ when DJs jockied discs and I don’t mean CDs.” Yes, a ratherÂ belligerentÂ name. A radio friend and I were exchanging emails and talking about the days before giant corporations took over the most fun business in the world. We said we should write a book. Instead, I took the easy path and created a little Facebook group and added 17 friends that I have that I knew played records back in the day. We decided the “requirement” (that we really could not enforce, of course) was that you had to have played records, used carts to play your commercials, and had to have taken meter readings. Â I also added that you had to have either smoked in a control room or worked with people who did. Tomorrow makes 3 weeks since we began this little venture and there are now 249 members of the group, all posting fun stories constantly! I have no idea how many are from the Amarillo area — which bred a bunch of disc jockies — but there is a lot. But there are major market, big-time DJs that we all looked up to, too. We are having a lot of fun with it.
But one thing that I didn’t expect was all the memories it would bring back! I really had some fun times in my early days of radio. I got to talking via Facebook tonight with a disc jockey I worked with 30 years ago and had not heard a word about or even had a passing thought about in most of those 30 years. Now I’ve caught up with him a little and learned where he’s been and what he’s doing. I don’t have a lot of hilarious stories about him, but I have some stories that I wouldn’t tell in a public forum because I wouldn’t want to embarrass him, even though they aren’t all that embarrassing, he’d never read them most likely, and you don’t give a hoot. I suppose if I were a better writer I would disguise the names and the places and you’d never know if this all really happened to someone or not.
In fact, that may be what you can expect from me soon… DJ stories that may or may not have happened to me or have been committed by me or someone I knew or someone I never knew or no one at all… Â DJ stories to come with all the names and places and identities disguised. I may write them all in first person as if I was an honest-to-God witness to these shenanigans or might have even been the instigator myself. Hopefully no one (and by that I mean my mother) will know which ones really took place in my life.