TERRESTRIAL RADIO:”Yuck”

   Right off the bat I will disclose that as a younger man the advent of a clear FM broadcast channel and the music played on said channel might have been linked to my steering away from having a career in baseball. A fair to good hitter, an outstanding All-star infielder, and while not the ace of the staff I was a pretty good pitcher. Then, slowly, something happened.

   It just might be the two AM radios that I remember most. Two radios exactly the same model except one was black which was in my parent’s bedroom on Dad’s nightstand, the other a white model on top of the Frigidaire in the kitchen. Very rarely if ever would either be on but when one was, especially “whitey” in the kitchen, the sounds would be amazing. The magical tunes seemed to send the cares and woes of this seven year old far away. When I was tall enough to switch it on that one in the kitchen got a good workout. Then Christmas of 1959, I received a small transistor radio all for myself.The first tune I heard was MACK THE KNIFE by Bobby Darin and life would never be the same.

“Oh, the shark babe has such teeth, dear,

And he shows them pearly white

Just a jack-knife has ole MacHeath, babe

And he keeps it out of sight”.

   In 1865 Guglielmo Marconi was credited with inventing the “wireless” that is the first practical signaling system, therefore he was later granted the title of the “inventor of the radio”.

   To me it seems humorous and somewhat prophetic that the town I live in, Copiague, New York, a small hamlet located on the south shore of Suffolk County, Long Island would once have been named Marconiville.  There is still a large iron awning in the center of town proudly declaring to all visitors “MARCONIVILLE”. And of course, there is the obligatory Marconi Blvd, which years later in my story will be the location of The Record Rack, a short lived but interesting shop where I purchased many of my vinyl wares. Yes, at one point in his life Marconi resided in my town, however so short a time it was.

   In November of 1967 I was purchasing mostly albums, having drifted away from single (45rpm) releases.This change in my purchasing, as well as the purchases of like minded teens listening to the same current music, was due in part, a large part, by one singular event; that being the change in FM radio broadcasting.

   (A brief history thanks to Allen Sniffen) In 1966 the Federal Communications Commission ruled that major market FM radio stations could no longer simulcast their AM sister stations.  FM had to become separate with individual programming.  This was deemed necessary to allow FM to grow and develop its own audience.  The ruling put radio station owners in a bind.  They needed to come up with new formats for these weaker and less desirable stations. Since FM was more difficult to receive,  its universe of potential listeners was much smaller… and so was its billing. 

    The new formats therefore had to be both different and relatively inexpensive to program. It was in that environment that RKO General Broadcasting launched its new WOR-FM  (98.7Mhz) “Hot 100” format on July 30, 1966.  The name is deceiving because, in fact, it was the first progressive rock station in the country.  It marketed itself as stereo as a way to distinguish itself from AM radio.  The problem was that many of the records played by the station were not in stereo.  While it was true that most record albums were stereo, singles were not.  Since the singles came out before the albums, much of the new music it was breaking was in mono.

   So to me as a 14 year old, my listening experience changed overnight, well actually after purchasing an AM-FM radio which did not exist in my house.The newly staffed WOR-FM hired some of NYC’s hottest “Top Ten” dj’s, specifically MURRAY“The K”(Kaufman) from 1010 WINS, SCOTT MUNI from 570 WMCA and later 770 WABC, and ROSKO, the coolest sounding person on the radio, anywhere. Murray The K appeared to be the draw for WOR-FM and the “new” MURRAY was a 180 degree departure from what I was familiar with while listening to him on 1010 WINS (AM). This was not “Top 40” jive talking any longer, as a matter of fact it was a “cool” MURRAY, one who it has been claimed broke the song  “Society’s Child” in the Summer of 67 (because it should be heard), as well as PROCOL HARUM’s “Whiter Shade of Pale” simply because HE “liked it”. AND Murray was famous in the area  for his holiday stage show extravaganzas, the last which brought THE WHO and (as billed) THE CREAM to NYC for the first time, Easter of 1967. My buddy went and raved about those two bands.

   But WOR-FM was a short lived experiment as program directors tried to rein in the playlist, to the chagrin of the radio hosts. Murray was fired in September of 67 despite having the highest rated FM program in NY, even higher than most AM shows. During his short tenure at WOR-FM “The K” attracted not only a large audience but in the audience advertisers found a different demographic, a newer demographic, that being a more mature college aged kid and with this newer, older audience the station drew in record companies as their advertisers.

    Record companies had found the station (WOR-FM) was highly valuable at influencing sales of rock albums especially new artists and groups like Cream, The Doors, Jefferson Airplane, and The Jimi Hendrix Experience, acts which were having their records played and /or being introduced. At WOR-FM (October 1967)with a new tighter playlist ROSKO quit while “on the air”. He was soon found (October 30,1967) hosting the 7PM to midnight program at the “all girls dj’s” of WNEW-FM 102.7 FM. WNEW-FM was a MOR station with an entire staff of female Dj’s, a unique experiment at the time. But at the 7PM hour Rosko had a free hand to “do his thing”. JONATHAN SCHWARTZ (10AM- 2PM) was added on November19, and a few days later SCOTT MUNI (2-6PM) joined the staff. ALLISON STEELE  later dubbed “The Nightbird” (2AM-6AM) was held over from the formerly “all girl” staff and WNEW-FM took off.Note: a few years later the line up included John Zacherle and Pete Fornatale with Vince Scelsa added on weekends.

    Today, this FM experience is an unlistenable offense to the ears. Psycho babbling “Morning Shows” with an announcer (no longer dj’s) ramble on while a partner is laughing uncontrollably. Example: #1: “He was wearing a yellow shirt…” #2 responds while chuckling, “A yellow shirt?”…#1: “yes, yellow”…#2 laughing even louder, “No way, truthfully, a yellow shirt?”…#1: “Yes, yellow”… #2 is now just laughing and sounds like he is hitting his hand on a table…#3 joins in: “Did you say yellow?”… and on and on it goes for five minutes. All of the above is almost verbatim. It sucks, what happened? The music played is all top 40 hits heard on all the other stations. Truthfully, this is not broadcasting but rather “narrow” casting with a cast of idiots.

to be continued…

Oh, Ye, gentle mistresses and most distinguished gentlemen, and others… The opinions and observations are solely my own views, and I take full responsibility for any errors of fact, not to mention any predictions that prove to be wildly inaccurate.

Today’s Listening Pleasure: Satellite Radio (Meg Griffin)

ROCK’S IN MY HEAD:Chapter 8-Before The Beatles

Previously, I discussed THE MELTING POT of our democracy and the cultural impact it had on the development of American music . We also touched upon the technological advances specifically the birth of the radio networks which in time broadcasted this “American Music” to the masses.

Following up on that let’s look at how the radio and television championed rock music, at least for me it did. I mentioned how in 1964 my black and white single speaker television became stereophonic and in living color. This happened metaphorically as my TV didn’t change but what it showed changed my life.

It started with the BEATLES February of 1964 on Ed Sullivan and then other shows like Shindig, Hullabaloo, Where The Action Is, American Bandstand, Upbeat, Lloyd Thaxton, Clay Cole,  and acts such as The Shindogs (aka The Wrecking Crew), The Blossoms, The Animals, James Brown, Roy Head, The Yardbirds, the Zombies, and The Kinks all changed my world.

BEFORE THE BEATLES

What was life like in America for a preteen (age 12)  BEFORE THE BEATLES? Besides reading for enjoyment there was AM radio, television (with few channels and limited hours of broadcasting) and of course the movies.The television shows of the Fifties mostly depicted the American family as a cohesive (white) unit consisting of a stay at home Mom (always in a dress) accompanied by the head of the household Dad (usually in a tie) who was employed with a non-descript job, and they the parents having two or three kids while happily living in Suburbia aka/ Cul-de -sac America, the place where the kids rode bikes everywhere and never having to lock the bike up, sorta like cowboys of yore slinging a rope to secure their horse knowing the horse would not be stolen. Or the shows featured urban couples without children.

I LOVE LUCY was the most popular show of the day. Here we find The Ricardo’s (the tenants) interacting with The Mertz’s (the landlords) both childless urban apartment dwelling couples. (Lil Ricky was added later) Also, there was FATHER KNOWS BEST a more traditional Mom, Dad, with siblings show, followed by the ever popular Ward and June aka THE CLEAVERS of Leave It To Beaver fame and of course The Honeymooners, again another childless urban dwellers. Rounding television viewing out would be the numerous cowboy shows, and there were many of that genre.

The radio hits I distinctly remember from the fifties were: How High The Moon(Mom and Dad’s favorite Les Paul song),(HOW MUCH IS) THAT DOGGIE IN THE WINDOW, MR. SANDMAN, followed  by  Elvis, Elvis, Elvis  in 1956-58.  Throw in a little Everly Brothers WAKE UP LIL’ SUSIE, Sam Cooke’s YOU SEND ME and who could forget THE PURPLE PEOPLE EATER (1958) and that’s the radio I remember at about 6 years of age.

In 1959 the tunes I remember most were Johnny Horton’s BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS, Bobby Darin MACK THE KNIFE, Lloyd Price MR.PERSONALITY and STAGGER LEE, VENUS by Frankie Avalon,DREAM LOVER by Bobby Darin, and Santo & Johnny’s SLEEP WALK. But as years went on I heard Elvis, Buddy, Fats and Chuck with plenty of DoWop/Blues/ Race Records and of course those lily white artists who were SURFIN’ the USA ,The Beach Boys. Many dance records were played such as THE TWIST, LET’S TWIST AGAIN, MONKEY TIME, THE MASHED POTATO, and The MONSTER MASH. Occasionally one could hear a protest tune or drug referenced song like Puff The Magic Dragon. And most of these hit record recording artists could be seen on television every afternoon for the 1/2 hour show on AMERICAN BANDSTAND.

The movies of the day were CLEOPATRA  with the ever popular and beautiful Elizabeth Taylor, BYE BYE BIRDIE, SOME LIKE IT HOT,and the epic BEN HUR which I saw at RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL.

Alaska was admitted to The Union as the 49th State, followed by HAWAII as the 50th, so new flags were going up everywhere (July 4,1960). And I remember something about Fidel Castro coming to power in CUBA. The MERCURY SEVEN astronauts were announced with a big spread in LIFE magazine. And my folks discussed the value of electing a Catholic as President after viewing on television (Sept 26) for the very first time a live  Presidential Debate between RICHARD NIXON and JOHN KENNEDY.

In November of 1960 the American people elected JOHN  FITZGERALD KENNEDY as the 35th President of THE UNITED STATES.

 

For the next two years the news is filled with stories about racial inequalities, a Russian/ US Space Race, The Cold War, and this place called Vietnam. There was the construction of the BERLIN WALL , weather satellites, a U-2 spy plane being shot down over Russia, Alan Shepard becomes an American hero going into space, and THE BAY OF PIGS invasion which lead to the CUBAN MISSLE CRISIS standoff. James Meredith becomes the first African-American to enroll at the University of Mississippi.

And my radio kept on playing:

1961: I FALL TO PIECES- Patsy Cline, RUNAWAY- Del Shannon, CRYING- Roy Orbison, RUNAROUND SUE- Dion, as well as THE BRISTOL STOMP, QUARTER TO THREE, MAMA SAID, and hits by The Shirelles, The Miracles, Ricky Nelson, Ben E. King, and the ever classic BLUE MOON by The Marcels.

1962: MASHED POTATO TIME- Dee Dee Sharp, THE STRIPPER- David Rose, JOHNNY ANGEL- Shelley Fabres,THE LOCO-MOTION- Little Eva, SOLDIER BOY- The Shirelles, DUKE OF EARL- Gene Chandler, and THE TWIST by Chubby Checker, followed by TWISTIN’ THE NIGHT AWAY by Sam Cooke and The PEPPERMINT TWIST by Joey Dee and The Starlighters (the first album I ever bought).

1963:SUGAR SHACK (one of the first singles I ever bought at WT Grants)- Jimmie Gilmore and The Fireballs, HE’S SO FINE- The Chiffons, MY BOYFRIEND’S Back- The Angels, HEAT WAVE- Martha and The Vandellas, FINGERTIPS- Little Stevie Wonder, BE MY BABY- The Ronettes, and two “strange” records PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON and BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND by Peter, Paul and Mary.

August 28, 1963 Martin Luther King, Jr. gives his “I HAVE A DREAM” speech

November 1963- President John F. Kennedy is assassinated.

Locally, the NY Typographical Union walked out shutting down the NY Daily News, the New York Journal -American, the New York Times, the New York World- Telegram & Sun, the New York Daily Mirror, the New York Herald Tribune, the New York Post, the Long Island Sun Journal and the Long Island Daily Press.

Subsequently WABC- FM radio adopted an all news format to keep the folks informed during this strike. Overall, a total of $100 million in advertising and circulation were lost. After the strike some papers doubled their daily rates which affected their readership, others slowly closed shops because some readers never came back from the 114 days hiatus until November 1963 with the assassination of JFK.

This was my life “before The Beatles”.

See you next time… Chapter 9:THE BRITISH INVASION . Comments? jazzbus@gmail.com

ROCK’S IN MY HEAD: THANK YOU MARCONI

 

Sitting with my brother one evening, over a glass of wine, chatting about the hundreds if not thousands of concerts we saw, the albums we played, the singles we bought and/or the songs we had heard on the radio he suggested that I write some of “that shit” down. Hence,”that shit” from the last half century plus, as best as I can remember it and then some. Who said there was nothing better than “sex,drugs and rock and roll”? Not me.

This is dedicated to my best friend, my roommate for our teen years, my brother KEVIN PATRICK HODGKISS (April 17,1954-Feb 10, 2018). I love you all the money in the world.

CHAPTER 1: THANK YOU MARCONI

It just might be the two AM radios that I remember most. Two radios exactly the same model except one was black which was in my parent’s bedroom on Dad’s nightstand, the other a white model on top of the Frigidaire in the kitchen. Very rarely if ever would either be on but when one was, especially “whitey” in the kitchen, the sounds would be amazing. The magical tunes seemed to send the cares and woes of this seven year old far away. When I was tall enough to switch it on that one in the kitchen got a good workout.Then Christmas of 1959, I received a small transistor radio all for myself.The first tune I heard was MACK THE KNIFE by Bobby Darin and life would never be the same.

“Oh, the shark babe has such teeth, dear,

And he shows them pearly white

Just a jack-knife has ole MacHeath, babe

And he keeps it out of sight”.

In 1865 Guglielmo Marconi was credited with inventing the “wireless” that is the first practical signaling system, therefore he was later granted the title of the “inventor of the radio”.

To me it seems humorous and somewhat prophetic that the town I live in, Copiague, New York, a small hamlet located on the south shore of Suffolk County, Long Island would once have been named Marconiville.  There is still a large iron awning in the center of town proudly declaring “MARCONIVILLE” to all visitors. And of course, there is the obligatory Marconi Blvd, which years later in my story will be the location of The Record Rack, a short lived but interesting shop where I purchased many of my vinyl wares. Yes, at one point in his life Marconi resided in my town, however so short a time it was.

My folks were not rich by any means, as a matter of fact we were poor, as in welfare poor. Thank God for welfare, as little as it was at that time, because with welfare and the good graces of family and friends we survived. Our poverty was not self inflicted as Dad who was a true worker, contracted POLIO. In fact Dad, later in life, was working three jobs to pay off the bills which mounted due to his extended stay in the hospital with polio. Dad paid off not just hospital bills but all the bills. Pop was medically famous being one of the last men in The United States of America to contract that dreaded disease and he was one of the last victims to be placed in an “iron lung” while in the hospital. Fortunately, being one of the last victims in the long history of the disease had a huge upside as most of the treatments and actions taken to combat the disease were by now perfected, Finally after many moons in the hospital Pop was released. I remember the “WELCOME HOME” party as vividly as I remember the Sunday morning he had fallen and the ambulance that took him away. I was just a babe then, but not so much when he came home almost two years later.

Seems Pop and a group of his friends were digging dry-wells for each other’s homes with ours being one of the last to be finished. These dry wells were not sunk for drinking water but rather for drainage of washing machine waste water and yes, as additional cesspools. This was  a time before sewers appeared in suburbia. I remember the men finishing ours only a few weekends before Dad took ill.

This one Sunday Mom had dressed me up for church, and with my baby brother in tow Dad drove us to church for mass but he did not go in, which was unusual. Years later I found out that he had not been feeling well for a few days time and needed to beg off this one Sunday.  After mass he picked us up, drove home, and with Mom walking Patty, my brother, up the front steps (which we never used) Pop lagged behind. I walked with him for a few steps before he collapsed on the sidewalk which lead across our suburban lawn. He looked up at me and as little as I was…. I knew he was in pain. Mom ran Patty into the house probably placing my baby brother in his playpen and was back outside in a flash instructing me to go across the street to fetch “Aunt” Ruth, our neighbor. In what seemed like seconds an ambulance arrived and my Dad was gone so was my Mom. My brother and I were in the company of “Aunt” Ruth to whom I would always be grateful to ,“Aunt” Ruth the good neighbor and family friend.

Doctors were unsure if the digging of the wells aided in Pop contracting Polio but most neighbors thought it had something to do with it.

Mom did not drive, she walked everywhere and with Dad being in a hospital about 20 miles away, in an area without public transportation, Mom’s visitations would be dependent on others. During the mid 1950’s most folks in suburbia did not have a dedicated land line aka phone but rather used a party line, one which we shared with “Aunt Ruth” and our next door neighbor who was related to Aunt Ruth.

Mom’s visits to the hospital were day long affairs and she didn’t get there as often as she wanted. In the hospital, since polio was considered a “contagious disease” Dad was in “isolation” with a thick protective glass wall separating him from the visitors. Mom would find Dad laying on his back in the “iron lung” facing into his room. Mom could only see the top of his head as the iron long ran the length of his torso, and most of his legs.There was a mirror stationed over his head so he could look out into the hallway. Visitors spoke to him through a microphone. Now of course I did not know any of this until years later for as kids we were not allowed in hospitals, and women had to follow a dress code, that is to wear a dress, no slacks. This was the 1950’s.

One particular Saturday my paternal grandparents who lived in Brooklyn arrived as they had many weekends before and took us to the hospital in their car. I was so excited anticipating being near my Dad even thought it was only me being in the parking lot. I loved to be with Nana and Papa and this day would be special as they told me my Dad would wave to us from his window. Anxiously we waited in the fresh air while Mom visited. AND then, there it was, a hand, a wave….my Dad. Or so I thought. Years later I found out it was just Mom pretending to be Dad. Yet my heart was overjoyed at that moment and for days to come. To this day passing by that hospital I can pin point exactly where I was standing at that moment.

Note:After remission and many good decades later Dad was one of the first people to be diagnosed with what was labeled “post-polio syndrome”. Ultimately, polio led to his demise.

So, during Pop’s extended hospital stay the television and the radio were our escape. We might have been poor and on welfare but we had TV, a glorious television located in the living room, the only TV in the house, one which took a good couple of minutes to “warm up” before we could get a picture, a clear picture from one of the seven available channels. The screen was small, and the picture was black and white but it was ours and it was our family time together with Mom who despite her husband being seriously ill never wavered from her beautiful smile and the loving care she had for her two boys. Truthfully she was a bit over protective and used some pent up anger against a few neighbors who told their kids to stay away from us as we were “contagious” with polio.

Besides the two radios and the aforementioned TV we also owned a very small “victrola” and an even smaller record collection. Our “collection” consisted of what The Columbia House Record Club had to offer, mostly big band stuff that Dad had accumulated and of course  some “little kiddie records”. So that was ENTERTAINMENT 101 in the Hodgkiss household for those months of polio and years of welfare. Also, there was reading. Mom taught me how to read before I hit Kindergarten. Not deep insightful stuff, mostly sight words with me guessing what the other words were or should be. Reading was a game or so I thought.

So what’s all this psycho banter have to do with Marconi? Well, it’s now 1964 and my black and white TV world becomes stereophonic and ultimately “in living color”. My TV didn’t change from B/W but the way I viewed it certainly did. Ed Sullivan, Shindig, Hullabaloo, Where The Action Is, American Bandstand, Upbeat, Lloyd Thaxton, Clay Cole, The Shindogs (later known as The Wrecking Crew), The Blossoms, The Animals, James Brown, Roy Head, The Yardbirds, the Zombies, and The Kinks all changed my world.I could not get enough of this music. I started to buy 45’s, singles preferably with a picture sleeve. And the collection grew in leaps and bounds. While I loved to read it was mostly the newspaper and a few novels. Music became my escape, not the Hardy Boy mysteries.

My radio listening habits changed throughout the years going from the traditional New York  “AM  TOP FORTY” stations which included WMCA, WABC, 1010WINS, and WWRL, all featuring disc jockeys known as Murray the K, BMR, Cousin Brucie, and the legendary Rosko  and years later to glorious free-form FM but I digress…