It’s been an interesting week with reminders of all my days in radio popping up. Right now I am listening to a fabulous hour-long CD that a Facebook friend that used to work in Amarillo sent to me. It has airchecks (tapes) of disc jockies that worked in Amarillo in the 50s and 60s, along with commercials and other things that remind me of home. Snippets of music and commercial slogans make me sit up and say, “Oh yeah, I remember that!”
Along with that, this week someone is demolishing the KVET building I worked at on Lamar in Austin. There is a reunion of the old employees in the parking lot the evening before that sounds like a lot of fun, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to go to it. I worked in that building less than 6 months. When I first went there in August of 2001, I thought, “Wow, this is a cool, old authentic radio building!” It was so old-fashioned with it’s long narrow stairway up to the actual studios and offices on the second floor. The studios were incredibly cramped and the sales people practically sat in each others’ laps in their offices. It didn’t take long for me to realize how nasty dirty that old building was and it lost a lot of its charm when I first pulled myself up to the board and my fingers hit rock hard chewing gum that had been put there by disc jockies for decades.
I have also talked to some people this week and had the opportunity to tell some of my radio stories. It brought back memories of stations I might have only worked at a month before I moved on (yes, I could be fickle) and stations that I spent years at and loved so much about them. I don’t want to be in radio again, I just want it to be 1981 again, I think.