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What do you like on the radio? Hmmmm, I don't know. A fish bowl looks nice!
—From a 1970s Radio Advertising Bureau promo

This picture perfectly sums up the essence of the entire radio
industry. I don't know who shot this, but it's a classic.

The following rant appeared on my original website several years ago. I was going to omit it on the current rendition of the site until my good friend, Capt. Dave Moran (a radio personality and station owner for over 40 years now) said it was "the best description I have seen regarding the rape of our great industry by the CC's and other Wall Street boys who didn't know a transmitter from a refrigerator." 'Nuff said. So here it is, revised a bit for 2006.

As most of you know, I was involved with radio in some capacity or another for about 25 years. As a kid in Roanoke I was frequently heard dialing into the WROV Dedication Hour. I listened continuously throughout high school and ran Cave Spring High School's closed circuit radio station WCSH. I was the WROV High School Correspondent for Cave Spring from 1974 through 1976 and during that time, spent nights at 15th & Cleveland, re-filing the day's oldies in the record library—something I volunteered to do for free because it allowed me to meet and hang out with all the WROV personalities.

Upon graduating I went on to work at fourteen radio stations (listed here) and also worked in television for two years before leaving broadcasting, earning a degree at N.C. State and becoming a computer programmer. I developed and now maintain The WROV History Website and stay in touch with nearly all my old radio buddies.

I was never anything close to what I'd call a "star" in radio but I managed to eke out a living in it for seventeen years in mostly medium markets (according to Arbitron/2002, the ranks of the markets I worked in are 43, 46, 59, 110, 160, 178). One reason I never made it farther—I'm sure—was the fact that I wasn't very good at doing commercial production and openly admitted that I thought this was a good thing because it meant that I was seldom asked to do any.

The main reason I wasn't good at production was because of my innate honesty. No matter how much you pay me, I am just not capable of sitting down and convincingly telling you to go out and buy something unless I would go out and buy one myself—and while this was very popular with the listeners it didn't endear me to the managers and the sales departments who demanded that I enthusiastically tell you to buy too much Coca-Cola, eat too much food at Hardees, buy cars from fast-talking weasels and drink shitty American commercial beer.

No, the success I achieved in radio was due to the fact that I was fairly good at entertaining people and playing the role of myself on the air. Years ago when debating strategy for The Tonight Show, Johnny supposedly told Ed "Who cares what we're supposed to do? Let's just go out and entertain the hell out of them" and for years that's what I tried to do. I learned the fine art of doing so by growing up and listening to WROV all day. I was influenced by a lot of great personalities there including Fred Frelantz, Jack Fisher, Bart Prater, Larry Bly, Starr Stevens and Terry Young. If you know any of these guys, listen to one of my airchecks (there's one on the Kiss-FM page). You will hear me trying to do Bart's and Fred's sense of humor with Larry's and Jack's hilarious brand of cynicism and a blend of Terry's "motormouth" and Starr's "FM" deliveries.

And I can't give this speech (which is starting to sound a lot like one you'd hear some bimbo soap-opera actress give at the Daytime Emmy Awards banquet) without mentioning and thanking my oldest and closest radio friends, Steve Finnegan and Bucky Stover. We went to high school at the same time and spent every night sitting around listening to Bob James or Larry Lujack or hanging out with the WROV guys, talking about how we'd do it when it was OUR turn. I always knew that anything I ever did had to pass the muster with those guys or else I'd be given endless hell for it—kind of like what Lennon did for McCartney. And that always kept me on my toes. That, and Bart's critiques of my airchecks while I was at WROV turned me from a raw lump of coal into a—well—a more polished lump of coal.

Anyway. Now that you've gotten me started on the subject of radio you can't escape without hearing my "what's wrong with radio today" speech.

When I was growing up, radio stations featured live, local announcers around the clock. The promotions were relevant to what was going on in town. The music was selected by local music directors who based the charts largely upon what people were buying at the local record stores and requesting. You could go from town to town and hear something different everywhere you tuned, and it was great. Though sometimes bordering on blue humor, most radio personalities were generally clean, non-offensive, and respected in the community.

Then came deregulation. Begun in the 1970s and accelerated in the 1980s by FCC chairman Mark Fowler and continued by others such as Michael Powell, deregulation began as an attempt to make radio more market-driven but has resulted in the death of community-oriented radio as we knew it. New laws expanded the number of stations a single entity could own, dropped limits on advertising, and eliminated a station's need to serve the public interest in order to keep a license. Most notably, laws regulating the sale of licenses were greatly scaled back, opening the door for owners to buy existing stations, replace the carpet, put in a few new pieces of equipment, fire half of the staff, change the format, and sell it for a profit a year later.

Then in 1987, the FCC abandoned the Fairness Doctrine, which required broadcasters, as a condition of getting their licenses from the FCC, to cover controversial issues in their community, and to do so by offering some balancing views. It did not require equal time for opposing views. It merely prevented a station from day after day presenting a single view without airing opposing views. Death of the Fairness Doctrine paved the way for the radio talk show blowhards, most of whom are syndicated and replaced live local announcers. Not to mention the detriment done to the objectivity of news reporting.

Another major blow to the industry as we knew it came in 1995 with the passage of the Telecom Act. Near the bottom of the 200 pages of legislation mostly targeted toward the telecom industry was a provision that lifted most ownership limits for radio station broadcasters nationwide and allowed them to operate as many as eight signals in the country's largest markets. This opened the door for a handful of media conglomerates to control thousands of stations across the USA. This effectively put the control of the media into fewer hands; hands of corporate pigs whose only motivation is showing a profit. To hell with serving communities.

The result of it all has been the elimination of over 15,000 jobs in broadcasting, programming which sometimes comes by computer from central locations, syndicated "satellite" shows and voice-tracking (where an announcer prerecords all of the breaks, stores them in the system, and they are played back at the correct time). This may result in more "perfect" sounding radio but it eliminates the spontanaiety of live radio—one of local radio's best aspects. The owners are doing this to cut labor costs. The general public (specifically, those who were born after 1980) doesn't seem to care—most of them are happy to listen to an Ipod all day—and until they give a damn, it's hard to blame the current industry moguls for trying to make a buck.

Still, for me it has been very sad. As a young person, there were many nights when the guy on the radio was my only friend. He kept me company, made me laugh, played my favorite songs, talked to me on the phone, gave me prizes and—to me, anyway—was bigger than Elvis. He inspired me to grow up and be just like him. It is a pity that there's no new generation of local radio stars for us old guys to hand the torch to. And as a parent, it's sad to see my kids grow up without a friend like Jack Fisher on their radio every night.

OK. Off of the soap box!