Showing posts with label WAIL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WAIL. Show all posts
Thursday, April 28, 2016
BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAP!!!
I love this newspaper ad for one of the radio stations I listened to during my misspent youth in Baton Rouge.
Look closely, though, and connect the dots on the ol' schematic.
Isn't this really a very 1970s-cool advertisement for some rock 'n' roll electroshock therapy? Inquiring minds -- what's left of them -- want to know.
On the other hand, I was told by a Republican presidential candidate that it's not really torture unless the radio is playing "Muskrat Love" by the Captain & Tennille.
Decent people's mileage may vary.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Real radio, real gone
Don't bug me. I'm busy being 15 again.
This truly, for me, is a blast from the past -- an aircheck of a radio station that's lived only in my memory since 1979. Stumbling upon this snippet of "Real Radio" WAIL from 1976 on YouTube, I am transported. Transported to my youth, and to a time when AM daytimers -- those stations that run down at sundown -- kinda still mattered.
Still played the hits.
Still had actual humans on the air.
These were the days when, sadly, WAIL was struggling. Soon would come the brief time when WAIL was kinda cutting edge (but still struggling). Too soon came the time when WAIL's struggle was over.
Mama loved her some "Pappy" Burge. Mama also loved to bend the ear of the receptionist, Marge.
When I was a preteen and then a teenybopper, WAIL got drowned out by the Big Win 910, WLCS. When I was a teen suddenly too cool for Top-40, WAIL was the "backup" station to "Loose Radio."
When I was finally old enough to vote, WAIL was gone, replaced by middle-of-the-road WTKL -- "Tickle." Yeah . . . right.
And now, here's a slice of unexpected bliss -- a song for the September of my years on a chilly October day.
Hello, old friend,
It's really good to see you once again,
Hello, old friend,
It's really good to see you once again.
(Cue Eric Clapton guitar solo.)
Labels:
1960s,
1970s,
Baton Rouge,
broadcasting,
culture,
decline and fall,
Gret Stet,
home,
Louisiana,
media,
radio,
WAIL,
WLCS,
youth
Saturday, March 26, 2011
DIckens 4-5275
Good afternoon, WAIL.
Hello, Marge?
This is Marge.
Hey, Marge. Let me talk to Pappy.
I'll transfer you to the studio.
Pappy? Can you play "Blue Moon"? My newborn baby boy is gonna grow up to really like that song, I think, and I was wonderin' if you could put it on. I'll put that GE table radio I won from you last year next to the crib.
I'll get it on for you.
Thank you kindly, Pappy.
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