Monster Mash

10/27/1995 

Buford Bellows turned down the monitor and hit the button for the telephone.

“K-Bat request line, what do you want to hear?”

He heard a deep breath followed by a coarse whisper, “Please play ‘Monster Mash.’”

“Thanks for calling.”

Buford punched out and stared at the phone.  All 10 lines were lit up.  All, no doubt, with listeners wanting to hear “Monster Mash,” “Thriller,” “Spooky” or some other ghoulish tune.  It was, after all, Halloween and the freaks were out full-force on Hollywood Boulevard.

There was nothing like Halloween in Los Angeles.  As if the weirdoes needed a special night.  But efforts were at a fever pitch.  Even by Hollywood standards, this particular Halloween was turning into an Academy Award winner.

The intercom, on the front door of the rundown building in the alley between Hollywood Boulevard and Sunset, had been buzzing all night.  He answered it only occasionally.  The freaks were bad enough on the phone.  He didn’t need to see any up close and personal.  Besides, it was strange enough in the studio.

It started when Heather, his regular request operator, did a no-show.  In her place she sent someone straight from central casting.  The guy was well over six feet tall, even with his stooped posture.  He was skinny as a rail and white as a ghost.  With real funny eyes.  Jet black.  Like his hair.  And clothes.  The darkness was accentuated by the pale, almost opaque, skin that covered the protruding bones in his face.  Hands like skeletons.  And the guy didn’t walk.  Buford didn’t think his legs even moved.  He just sort of swooped.

He gave Buford the creeps.

The name, at least by Hollywood standards, was normal.  Dude.

As if.

Buford wasn’t from Hollywood.  He was about as far away from Hollywood as one could get.  He grew up in Alabama.  Came only seeking a job.  As a deejay, he always wanted to work L.A. Even at the stupid little AM station that hardly anyone listened to.  It was still a major market and he jumped at the chance.

Buford was checking his music log, getting ready for the next break, when the overhead lights in the studio suddenly went out.

“What the hell?”

“Not to worry, boss” Dude said as he swooped through the control room door, a candle already in his hands.  “A little mood lighting.”

“How did you get here so fast?”

Dude managed to shrug his scrawny shoulders.

“Did you shut off these lights:”

“Not directly,” Dude said with a smile.

For the first time, Buford noticed the sharp, pointed teeth.  The street people in Hollywood would do anything to be different.

Buford took the candle and waved Dude out of the control room.  He couldn’t be bothered.  The PD at the big station in town had said he would be listening tonight.  If Buford a good show, he might land the opening.  He wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

He cleared his throat and hit the mike.  “K-BAT on Halloween and all my freaks are out at night.  You know the Bat phone number, 666-6666.  Get on it now and tell me what song to play that will make you howl.”

Buford sat back contentedly.  Even in the candlelight, he had hit the post.

“Boss?’

I t was Dude on the intercom.  But Buford couldn’t see him through the glass.

“Where are you?”

“On the intercom.”

“I know that.  Where are you?”

“Right in front of you.”

Buford blinked his eyes and Dude appeared.  Buford shook his head.  He hadn’t been getting much sleep lately.  His mind was playing tricks on him.

“What do you want?”

“Lines 1-10 are holding for you.”

Buford picked up the phone.  “Hello, K-Bat.”

It was the same, coarse whisper.  ‘Monster Mash,’” the caller said.

“How did you get on all the lines?”

“My powers are special.”

Buford hung up.  Almost scared.  But he had a job to do.  Someone was listening.  Someone who mattered.  Someone who could get him out of the hell hole he was working in.

“You really want that job, don’t you?”

Buford wheeled around.  Dude had swooped in behind him.

“What the hell do you know about it?”

Dude smiled.  The teeth seemed longer.  “I know all.”

Buford was irritated.  “What do you want?”

Dude dropped into a coarse whisper.  “I want to hear ‘Monster Mash.’”

“Jesus,” Buford cracked, “Was that you?”

“It is me.”  Dude parted his lips.  The teeth were glistening now.  “I want to give you what you want.”

“Bullshit,” Buford said.  “I want that job at KIIS. The PD is listening right now.  If I do a good show, I might be in.”

“I can give you anything you want.”

“You know the guy?”

“I am all-powerful.”

“Cut the crap,” Buford spat.  “Am I supposed to believe you’re Dracula?  If that’s true, the show me something.  Turn into a bat and fly around the room.”

Buford watched as Dude transformed himself into a small, black bat and fluttered around the control room.

“Okay, I guess you win.”

Dude retransformed into a freak.  “Now do you believe me?”

“You can get me that job?”

“Absolutely.”

“What do you want from me?”

Dude’s smile got even bigger.  “I want to bite your neck.”

Buford rubbed his chin and looked around the room quickly.  “Alright, but make it quick.  My record’s running out.

Chart Monitor

10/20/1995 

Can you hear the theme from Jaws getting louder in the background?  Dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun.

VO:  Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the water…

Boys and girls, we aren’t safe yet.  Another great white shark has been spotted lurking off the coast, waiting to pounce on our young, weak and infirm.

Does the phrase, “The King is dead, long live the King,” ring a bell?

Oh my God, Chicken Little, the sky is falling! Again!

It wasn’t so long ago when I was writing Editorials about the Darth Vader of our business, R&R.  Heading the long list of detrimental deeds by the publication was R&R’s insistence on dictating to the industry they pretended to serve.  Chief among the complaints were R&R’s arbitrary decisions regarding the reporting status and format designations of radio stations.

Remember those days when things were simple?  We all felt comfortable in our habits.  I had something to write about each week…you knew what you would be reading.  Life was easy when we had only one thing to focus on. 

Now that R&R’s power has eroded so much that the company can only use 15-watt bulbs, it would seem that peace could settle over the universe and love could rule the world.  Unfortunately, this isn’t Aquarius and I am not the 5th Dimension.  The Dark Side’s power is strong.

The hottest topic of conversation at The Monitor gathering this past weekend in New York centered around labels.  I’m not talking about record labels, but labels that trade magazines, particularly The Monitor, are using when describing and listing certain radio stations.  Many programmers and record executives were extremely vocal when discussing this proposition both inside a panel discussion and outside in the halls.

What’s it all about?  Several things, really.

Do trade magazines have the right to dictate policies to stations and record companies?  It’s an interesting supposition.  Trade magazines depend on information gathered from radio stations to put together a credible publication.  When the publication is credible, record companies support the magazine with advertising.  (Some magazines have no credibility with radio, yet, for outdated reasons, they still garner some record company support, but for the sake of this Editorial, let’s leave them out of it.) Since all trade magazines depend on support from both the radio and record communities, it’s hard for a trade magazine to dictate to anyone…unless that trade assumes power it doesn’t really have.

Remember R&R?

You don’t remember R&R?  Hmmm, neither does most of the industry.

The Monitor got quite a lot of industry flack at the gathering last week by suggesting a method by which all radio stations would be classified.  Michael Ellis of The Monitor has decided to classify stations based solely on music.  If a station plays music that fits within certain guidelines, it will fall into a certain category.  Whether or not a programmer thinks his or her station belongs in that category is immaterial.

Really?

In my opinion, it isn’t. Give Michael credit.  Neither he, nor anyone else at The Monitor, dictated these guidelines as official positions.  Michael has merely floated these guidelines as opinions to get feedback from the industry.

The feedback had been ear-splitting.

It is, and has been, Network 40’s position that programmers describe the format of their individual stations.  Who better to make that distinction?  Particularly in today’s age, where New York’s Mainstream Top 40 would be a Houston Alternative station, it is impossible to accurately describe a particular radio station unless market variables are taken into consideration.

Presentation must be taken into consideration.  Presentation has always set a true Top 40 apart from the competition.  Anyone who doesn’t take presentation into consideration when defining a station isn’t looking at the whole picture.

What about the programmer’s opinion?  Shouldn’t it count for something?  At Network 40, we believe the PD’s opinion counts more than anything else.

Steve Kingston knows more about his radio station than we do.  Ditto Steve Perun.  Since both operate thousands of miles apart and we can’t listen to both with equalarity (you like that word?), how either Steve classifies his station makes all the difference in the world.

Is KMEL a Top 40 station in San Francisco?  Absolutely.  KMEL’s list last week reflected about the same ethnic mix of music as KFRC ten years ago.  And their presentation is definitely Top 40.  Is WPGC a Top 40 station?  In Washington, D.C., it most certainly is.  Would either of these stations be Top 40s in Wichita?  Who cares?  Each stations is a reflection of the market it serves.

I believe Michael’s agenda in classifying stations is an honest attempt to produce what he believes is a more accurate chart.  I applaud his efforts, if not his decisions.  We go with what we know.  Michael spent most of his time in radio as an MD.  Most of the Network 40 editors are former programmers.  We believe that a format is more than music.

What’s all the fuss?  Why should any programmer care how a trade magazine classifies a station?  Many are afraid a trade’s definition can be used by their competition when seeking advertising revenue.  Others feel a certain classification might deny their station promotions from record companies.

The solution is simple.

Network 40 doesn’t put classifications on any of our reporters.  We allow programmers to describe their own stations.  We feel they are significantly more qualified.

So, what happens if we disagree with the description supplied by the programmer?  We don’t use that station as a part of our data base.

What about radio stations?  Suppose the programmer describe a station a certain way and a trade magazine insists it should fit into another category?  Simple.  The programmer should refuse to report to the publication and not allow the magazine to use its call letters.  The power lies with the programmer.

It’s that simple.

End of story.

Commercial Alternative

10/6/1995 

Long, long ago in a land far, far way, I was a program director.  Okay, it wasn’t that long ago and it wasn’t that far away in distance, though an argument could be made that Sacramento is as long ago and far away as you can get.

The last station I programmed was KWOD.  For many reasons, KWOD wasn’t competing well in the Mainstream Top 40 arena.  Maybe it was because the station had been buried long before I got there; maybe it was because promotional budgetary constraints made the playing field uneven; maybe it was because I did a poor job programming in the face of outstanding competition.  (No, that couldn’t have been it!)  Maybe I was out of my mind.  (A strong case could be made for this…after all, I did pose for a Hitmakers cover!)

Whatever the reasons, we had to find another way to increase our audience.  After much soul-searching and a lot of research, we decided to adjust the format.

Live 105 reached into the outlying areas of the Sacramento metro and was exposing Alternative music to an increasingly loyal audience.  On my many trips to Los Angeles, I heard more and more people listening to KROQ.  It was hard to ignore KROQ’s success since KWOD’s owner also owned KROQ-AM, even though it was off the air

Based on all these factors and more, KWOD became one of the first Top 40 stations to weave Alternative music into the mix.  (Hey, I invented that format!)  It was easy to decide that KWOD should take a more Alternative approach.  It wasn’t nearly so easy to define the parameters that would establish the music inclusions and rotations.

The same is true today…maybe even more so. 

If you program a strictly Alternative station, it isn’t difficult to determine the music mix.  Alternative promotion people keep you aware of what music is available and what is hot.  There are many other radio stations with which you can compare your playlist.  The main decisions faced by most Alternative programmers are: (A) How Alternative do you want to go, and (B) how deep into the catalogue do you want to delve?

The Alternative format is basically artist driven.  Those programming in this format can define the music without a lot of effort.  This is not to say that it is easy to find the Alternative hits, but within the definition of the format, choosing the right music mix is more a matter of selecting the right songs from the Alternative pile rather than making distinctions about what is and what isn’t Alternative.

The task facing Mainstream Top 40 programmers is not so easy.

As Alternative music has gained more and more support from the Mainstream, Top 40 stations have reacted. Many have no choice.

Alternative music isn’t a fad (at least not today…maybe tomorrow).  It is a fact that a large percentage of the Mainstream audience wants to hear a certain percentage of the Alternative pie.

How much and which cuts?  Those are the big questions.

An increasing amount of my time, and that of the rest of the staff at Network 40, has been taken up with this discussion.  Programmers across the country are searching for the right answers…and the right questions.  How Alternative should we lean?  What Alternative songs will cross all the way into the Mainstream?  How many Alternative songs should I include in my music mix?  Is this song the right one?

Programming a Mainstream Top 40 station with an Alternative lean is one of the toughest jobs in the business.  There is no consensus with which you can compare your station.  Each situation is different.  Is your market already served by a successful Alternative station?  Do market demographics offer you a broad or restrictive target?  Are you the only Mainstream Top 40 game in town?  Does an advertising base exist to mirror programming performance?  Do you have the expertise?

In the final outcome, it is the music that matters.  That is why Network 40 has debuted the only chart exclusive to Mainstream Top 40 stations that lean Alternative.  We call it “Commercial Alternative.”  Why?  Because that’s what it is.  The CA chart lists the cream of the Alternative music crop.  Those songs high on the CA chart have the best chance of advancing and doing well in the Mainstream.

Our data base for this chart is small.  We took the most aggressive Alternative stations and those Top 40’s with an alternative stations and those Top 40’s with an Alternative lean and made them a part of the mix.  Market size wasn’t considered, only a station’s musical stance and commitment.

If you are a cutting edge Alternative programmer, this chart will serve as a guide to let you know what “smash” Alternative songs you might be missing.  If you’re Alternative programmer with a Top 40 lean or presentation, the CA chart will show you the right songs to play.  It will give you a great comparison.

If you’re a Mainstream Top 40 programmer with an Alternative lean, say “Hallelujah!”  Help has arrived.  The CA chart will give you a clear picture of Alternative songs with a track record and potential to cross into the Mainstream.

It took Network 40 a long time to compile the data and produce a Commercial Alternative chart.  It was no easy decision.  Our industry doesn’t need another chart just to satisfy the needs and wants of a trade magazine.  And although my experience with KWOD made me sympathetic to the plights of programmers, this was by no means my idea.  The CA chart is truly a reflection of the needs of our industry.  After just one week, it’s already a success.  Nothing Network 40 did before has stimulated such positive response.

Record companies and radio programmers were instrumental in helping to determine the stations included in the data base and with the definition of the chart.  Record companies now have a concise chart with which to prove which records are really crossing into the Mainstream.  Programmers can compare their selections with those of other stations in similar formats.

My thanks to those of you in both radio and records for helping to make Commercial Alternative a reality.

It’s about time

Shrinkage

9/29/1995

Short playlists got no reason, short playlists got no reason, short playlists got no reason to be.

It’s got too many Oldies and not enough hits, it’s Recurrent heavy and it’s givin’ me fits.

Well, we don’t want no short playlists…don’t need no short playlist…don’t want no short playlists’ round heah!

Nashville, forever in love with the song, should re-release Randy Newmans’ classic with those new words.  It’s familiar to everyone already.

Two things are being cut in Country music today: playlists and promoters’ wrists.  And there isn’t a lot that can be done about either.

I often say that it’s not enough to define the problem, we must also offer solutions.  I’m afraid I will be guilty of the former in this Editorial.

With few exceptions, Country programmers across the country are shortening their playlists.  Why? There’s not one major reason.  It’s a combination of a lot of little things.  Over the past two weeks, I’ve talked with programmers in major and smaller markets to get their views.  It seems that no matter the market size, their reasons are similar.

Of course, each believes that there is a lack of good product available.  Programmers accuse record companies of producing “cookie-cutter” records by different artists who all sound alike.  While a case can be made for this point, it’s not all the fault of the record companies.  For the most part, programmers are not likely to add records that don’t fit the “sound” of the other records they are playing.  Record companies can’t be faulted for trying to deliver what they believe radio programmers want. They are in the position of being damned if they do and damned if they don’t

Another complaint from programmers is that record companies don’t give records enough time to become hits.  Records by new artists were once worked in smaller markets first, then moved into larger markets as the records proved themselves.  Most records break out of larger markets now.  And there are a couple of reasons for this.

In the late 1980s, as Country music made its way into the mainstream, major and large-market radio stations were dominated by consultants.  Consultants, for their own needs, like to keep playlists short.  It’s a safer position.  Fewer currents and more recurrents make for a more familiar, if less exciting, sound.  The consultant epidemic hadn’t spread to the smaller markets and those programmers were able to take more chances.  Exposing new product worked in those markets and those programmers were able to take more chances.  Exposing new product worked in those markets and record companies recognized that fact.  Records were broken in smaller markets, then moved into the big time with a track record to back them up.

Then came the 1990s.  Major and large-market Country stations began putting more responsibility on individual programmers and in-house research.  Consultants moved to smaller markets and the situation reversed.  Today, It’s easier, in many cases, to get new product exposed in major markets than in smaller markets because no consultant is involved.

Another culprit is SoundScan.  Record companies saw research proving most records were sold in large markets.  Why were they spending so much money servicing and working the smaller markets?  The ends didn’t justify the means.  On paper, that’s accurate.  But those of us in the radio and record industries have the unique ability to reason accurately to an inaccurate conclusion.

That same research also pointed out that the largest portion of the sales market was the combination of all the smaller markets.  If all the smaller markets were successfully programming a record, the possibility of large sales could also exist.  But record companies are often unable to supply the records to the smaller market consumers because records in these markets are ordered and controlled by major racks…who feel more comfortable buying product that has already been established in, more often than not, the larger markets.

So why does radio in smaller markets have to suffer because of an inefficient product delivery system?  That’s the way it is…or has been.  However, that fact of the business is on the verge of a dramatic change…a change spearheaded by Network 40 that will revolutionize product sales.  But that’s for another Editorial.  Just remember “the Diamond Project.”

Because of instant sales reports, record companies are quick to give up on new projects.  If a record by a new artist doesn’t show immediate results, record companies react.  This isn’t the fault of just record companies.  Programmers see this sale information as well.  They are quick to quote sales figures as an excuse to drop a record early.

And then there is the superstar problem.  Everyone knows that record sales for all artists increase when superstars release albums.  The entire industry rides the coattails of major artists with major records.  The problem arises when major stars go months, sometimes years between releases.  This was one of the major factors that chilled Top 40.  In “The Good Old Days,” major recording acts released a single every three months.  It allowed programmers to feature more new artists because the audience was never far away from a big hit by a big group.  The same was true for Country.

Now, it’s a different story.  The Major acts in Top 40 began building tours around album releases.  The tours became longer and so did the time between releases.  It’s hard to work on an album when you’re touring every week.  Major acts began releasing albums every other year.

The same is happening to Country today.

What’s the answer?  To record companies, it’s more new artists.  There’s no choice.  You have to release more product to find the next superstar.  The only way to produce the next superstar is to give those with talent a chance.  The more new product that is exposed, the better the chances.

To programmers, it’s a shortened playlist.  The audience is comfortable with more recurrents and Oldies.  Those songs are familiar.  The audience is confused by new artists who sound alike.  As I’ve pointed out, this is a good policy for the short term, but in the long run, unless Country music produces new stars, the passion will begin to ebb and Country will face the same problems now plaguing Top 40.

Every Country programmer knows this, but as one told me, “Gerry, I want to live to be 60, but first I’ve got to make it to 30.”

Unfortunately, those are the same numbers now being applied to playlists.

Rules And Regs

7/28/1995

Every gray cloud has a silver lining.  That statement was never more true than when applied to last week’s Editorial.  In an embarrassing column about nothing, I mentioned the KFRC playbook a couple of times.  I was surprised at the number of calls I received (I was really stunned that anyone actually got through it).  Many of you expressed interest in knowing more about the playbook.

I was fortunate in my career to program more than my share of great radio stations in many different markets.  The resumé of my programming journeys can certainly be described as a long and winding road.  WRBC Jackson, WFUN Miami, WMFJ Daytona Beach, KTLK Denver, KRIZ Phoenix, WRKO Boston, WOR-FM New York, KHJ Los Angeles, KYA San Francisco, KCBQ San Diego, KFRC San Francisco, WAPP New York, B95 and KCMO Kansas City, Y106 and  Q96 Orlando, WSHE Miami and KWOD Sacramento.  Not included in this litany are the stations I consulted along the way.

The first few things that come to mind when you see this list are that I programmed a lot of stations, I traveled a lot and I couldn’t hold a job for very long! All of which are true.

I enjoyed every station I programmed.  It was invigorating to take over a radio station, put format adjustments in place, dream up promotions and work with the air staff.  There was a down side, however.  I found myself teaching the same elemental formatics to each new group of personalities.  Often, I would forget things.  Because I had given the speech before, I assumed the new staff knew what I knew.  They didn’t.

So, early on, I began compiling what I called a playbook.  It was everything I knew about programming.  It wasn’t as simple as handing out the book and having everything be perfect.  Changes had to be made to accommodate particular idiosyncrasies at each station.  But at least the basics were covered.

Having a programming playbook solved a lot of problems.  No matter how many meetings you have, no matter how many elements you cover, good air talent can always find ways to do something outside the guidelines of your format.  The talent can always fall back on that old adage, “You never told me that.”  With a playbook, they can’t use that excuse.  Over the years, I came up with a specific rule for every excuse I heard.  After a while, there were no excuses.

A well-designed playbook can give your air staff a feeling of security.  There are no mysteries.  It’s all there in black and white.  If there are any questions about formatics, they can find the answer.  A jock doesn’t always know what a PD wants.  The playbook lays it out perfectly.

It’s not enough, however, just to have the book.  It has to be used.  Let’s face it: Most jocks, by their very nature, tend to be lazy.  It is up to us as programmers to stimulate them past their level of comfort.  If you’re going to have a playbook, it has to be used…daily.  It may sound juvenile, but it’s a good idea to give tests on the playbook.  If you don’t make it important to the air staff, it won’t be important.  Having the staff answer written and oral questions on the basics of different elements of the format in every staff meeting will keep them on their toes when they are on the air.  I required jocks to leave their playbooks at the station.  Occasionally, I would tape a $50 bill or a message to one of the pages.  Later, I would call the jock on the air and ask if the playbook had been read before the shift began.  When they lied and said they had read it, I would ask them to check a particular page number and call me back.

We all know that a good jock must transcend the format.  A good jock must use personality to become special and different to the listeners.  But they must showcase their personalities within the framework of the format.  They can’t be allowed just to do as they please.  They shouldn’t view formatic rules as stumbling blocks impeding their progress, but as tools to help them achieve greater heights.

Execution, without a plan, is ultimately worthless.  You can practice hitting golf balls every day, but if you don’t know the correct swing, you won’t get any better.  Planning, without execution, is just a worthless.  Those who spend too much time on the drawing board will never see their creation come to life.

I tried hard to do both.  I’m a big believer in weekly air check sessions.  It’s all right, and quite necessary, to have rules, but making sure the jocks know how to implement the rules through their own personalities is imperative.

After several false starts, I managed to put down my programming thoughts in the form of a playbook.  Paul Drew, head of programming for the RKO chain, liked the idea and we used the concept at most of our stations.

I make no false claims that these ideas are original.  Different elements were “borrowed” from many of the great programmers I worked with.  Since the playbook was written over the course of years, some influences are easy to spot—particularly the philosophy behind the rules.  It is the direct result of working late into many nights with Buzz Bennett.  Formatic specifics were a direct result of working with Drew.  The playbook is a combination of those ideas, as well as my own, and other unknowing contributors who taught me things along the way.

As the playbook was always a work in progress, some of the specific rules could be conceived as contradictory.  Each has a different level of importance.  Different stations had somewhat different needs.  The rules were always bent to accommodate the needs of individual stations.

And the playbook was always subject to challenge.  If any jock could convince me that his idea was better than what was in the playbook, the rule would be changed.

The concept of a playbook is to make sure that your ideas are shared by your staff.  It also serves as an important tool to help you know exactly what your position is.  Furthermore, it helps you to grow as you add and subtract specifics with each new challenge.

Anyhow, so many of you asked for a copy of the playbook, we’ve reprinted it in this issue beginning on page 10.  You might not agree with all of the guidelines, but I’m sure you’ll agree that the idea of a playbook might be a good one.

Feel free to steal what you need.  I did.

Bull Market

9/22/1995 

Have you felt that cool breeze that’s been blowing through the record industry lately?  You know the one…that tropical number that wafts across your face, gently brushes your hair and filters through your clothes for a brief moment until it backs away for a second or two.  It never really leaves…it just hangs around and occasionally, it will remind you that it’s still there.

I’m not talking about the whistling hawk that’s swept through our industry, leaving bodies buried under piles of sleet and slush.  Nope.  What you’re feeling now is the same wind you can experience on the rocky cliffs of Maui or the southern point of Key West.

Close your eyes and breathe deeply.  Smell the hint of mint juleps?  Maybe a bit of fresh sea air?  Of hope eternal?  Of change?

That breeze is about to fulfill its promises.  No more teasing.  The score is at hand.  The winds of change are about to bring on a tropical storm.  Tropical storms are magnificent.  The wind howls…brilliant lightning flashes through the clouds…booming thunder shakes the ground…the skies open up and rain comes down in torrents.  Your average tropical storm is beautiful, at times scary, but seldom destructive.  And whatever mild disruptions occur in the short term, the end result is always positive, because a tropical storm brings with it food and water for the environment.  It makes things grow.

Get ready to rumble, bud.  The record industry is about to shake, rattle and roll!

What’s it all about, Alfie?  It’s about expansion.  It’s about free agents.  It’s about long-term contracts.  It’s about signing bonuses.  It’s about performance clauses.  It’s about “Who’s next?”

Does it sound like the NBA?  Sorry, Charlie, we’re talking record business here.

I’m talking promotion…right here in record city…with a capital “P” and that rhymes with “T” and that stands for trouble.

What’s the problem with promotion?  There isn’t enough of it and there aren’t enough of them (qualified promotion people) to go around.

The new labels that are busting out all over, combined with those that have undergone sweeping changes of late, have now upped their periscopes and are searching for qualified senior promotion people to run the departments that will make or break the records…and ultimately make or break the companies that sign the acts and sign the checks.

In the next few months, qualified senior promotion people are going to be in the catbird seat.  The money offered is going to be obscene.

Why?  Three reasons.

#1:  The number of new record companies have created a demand unlike any other time in our business.  This, coupled with the fact that there are new heads at many labels who want to make changes in the promotion departments they inherited, means a great many jobs are going to be up for grabs now and in the very near future.

#2:  The collapse of the great marketing theory.  With the growth of the Alternative format came the belief that promotion wasn’t that important.  The Alternative format was all about music, dude.  Heavy promotion to those cool programmers wouldn’t work.  They needed to be “marketed,” not promoted.

Surprise.  They need both.  It’s easy to spot the companies that put all their eggs in that marketing basket.  They are the ones without the hits.

Warner Bros.  Records, perhaps the original innovator of marketing as we know it, has always had one of the largest and most aggressive promotion teams in the business.  Don Ienner, who knows marketing and promotion as well as anyone, said it best:  “It’s all about marketing.  Until Tuesday.”

The companies that relied too heavily on marketing are now scrambling to beef up their promotion departments.

#3:  The lack of qualified senior promotion people.  In the past two days, I spoke with five record company presidents, all asking basically the same question:  “Who’s out there?”  It’s a short list.  Who is (a) qualified to run the promotion department at a major label, (b) isn’t already under contract or (c) wants to leave his or her present situation?

The next question is even tougher.  What good number two people are ready to move up?

That list is even smaller.

The general perception within the industry is that the talent pool isn’t very deep.  Perception is reality in our business, so if you are currently in the shallow end, you need to move out past the breakers and into the deep water with the sharks.

What makes the step from number two to the top spot easier?  Several things.  Your ability to lead and direct a staff, of course.  Confidence from those above that you can do the job.  A good track record.  All of these are important .  But the most important factor is perception.  Does the industry think you are ready to move up?

How do you gain that perception?  Relationships.  Relationships with those in the record industry are important.  Relationships with those in radio are invaluable.

Too often, the number two people in many promotion staffs are bound to their desks, directing traffic around the national office.  They become so tunnel-visioned that they see and interact only with those directly around them.

You want to move up?

Break the chains.  Get on a plane.  Become a road warrior.  Meet and get to know the important people in radio.  Establish relationships with the programmers who dictate the perception about you.  The real weight falls from the lips of programmers.

Those Sr. VPs who are on the short list got there because of their ability to deliver the goods.  You  can’t deliver without relationships.  And the only way you’ll establish relationships is by face-to-face meetings with programmers who make the decisions.  Promotion is about closing.  You can’t close the door until you’re allowed through it.  It takes more than the occasional phone call.  It’s politics, bud.  Kissing babies, shaking hands facilitating and working hard.  What ever it takes, whatever the time.

You want to do marketing?  Take some night classes, learn how to draw and present innovative campaigns.

You want the number one promotion job?  Deliver!

AOL-SOL

9/15/1995

There is a cancer among us.  A cancer growing daily for which, so far, there is no cure.

The radio and record industries have always operated on an “I need to know” basis.  Rumors and gossip have fed the entertainment business forever.  As a part of that business, both those in radio and records have been a part of it.  There’s no way to keep from it.  We feed daily on “Did you hear about…” and “What’s going on?” 

When I first entered this business, I asked a wise old veteran why this industry was so interested in rumors.  He told me, “Because most of them come true.”

The wise old crone was right.  Knowledge is a powerful thing in any business.  Inside knowledge is all powerful in our business.

Much like my politically correct (it had a different definition in those days) father, who would buy “worthless” timber land because he knew where the next highway was planned, most successful executives in our business keep one ear to the ground in anticipation of the next seismic shifts.

Taken as a part of the whole, there’s nothing wrong with “good” gossip.  It serves all of our interests from time to time.  It even got me my first major-market programming gig.  While working in Phoenix, I started a rumor that I was going to Boston to program WRKO.  At that time, no one from WRKO had contacted me and I knew no one in the RKO organization.  The rumor made the trades, the GM at WRKO read it and called me for an interview.  Bottom line:  The rumor came true.  I left Phoenix to program WRKO in Boston.

Rumors and gossip boil down into two categories: good and bad.  The good rumors are positive statements about people in our business that might be moving to better jobs.  These rumors occur daily, often, as outlined above, started by the very individuals who are seeking better positions.  Having this industry say positive things about you is like an actor’s name in lights.  How are you going to conquer the world if nobody knows your name?  I’ve always encouraged “good” rumors.  How can we go wrong by saying positive things about our colleagues?

The “bad” rumors are another thing entirely.  These are ugly statements about people in our business…disparaging comments about their ability, connections, actions, looks, etc.  As much as I wish these “bad” rumors would disappear, they won’t.  Because we are in a business that feeds on itself, these “bad” rumors will continue to be a fact…just as those classified as “good.”

However, our industry has always had a built-in immune system that fought these “bad” rumors.  Most of us refuse to perpetrate these ‘bad” rumors…particularly if they are about our friends.  When these “bad rumors run into enough defense, they go away.

Unfortunately, these “bad rumors have a new carrier…one that is much harder to combat.  With the advent of the computer system, unreliable rumors and gossip are allowed to run amuck.  There is very little we can do about it.  Anyone and everyone with a modem can dial up AOL and say virtually anything and everything about others.  The cowards among us (virtually all of those using the gossip channels on AOL) are allowed to spout vile and venom without fear of reprisal.  There’s nobody there to say, “Wait a minute, that’s not true,” or “Hey, you’re talking about a friend of mine,”

We’ve become entangled in the web of the Internet.  If you’re on AOL, you’re S.O.L.

Lately, the rash of ugliness has broken across the face of the industry in big splotches.  More than one record company president was vilified to the point of predicting the demise of their careers.

Certain promotion people have been crucified for a variety of usually senseless reasons.  We’re talking drawn and quartered here.  More down was predicted.

A couple of weeks ago, a particularly nasty tirade appeared on AOL about our opposites at Hits.  Because the message was so well written (I guess I’m supposed to take that as a compliment), several of my colleagues called to ask if I was the author.

I wasn’t.  If I had written it, I would have signed my name.  Whether or not some of the comments are true is not the point.  The point is that these messages are written by cowards who hide behind anonymity.  They take shots with no fear of recrimination.

I understand that some people think this cloak of secrecy might be helpful. Because no one knows who is leaving the messages, some feel safe in commenting on people in power.  Some may use this forum to criticize their boss or their company.  Certain ugly truths may come to light that would otherwise remain hidden.  I have serious reservations.  Throwing ink into the washer with out a bottle of bleach handy can leave stains that will last forever.

Talking ugly about others or starting “bad” rumors is a fact of life in our industry.  As I mentioned before, in some cases, it is even healthy.  But talking with others always  provides a stopgap.  You might be wrong.  Someone might change your mind.  If you’re way out of line, someone might sue you.

Put simply, to write whatever you want without admitting you wrote it is chickenshit.

Network 40 doesn’t use rumors from AOL.  We don’t read them.  No one should.  It’s not right.  And there’s another reason.  Anonymity isn’t guaranteed.  Several people haven’t  covered their tracks well enough recently and have been busted.

Good!

If everyone in the industry stopped feeding the gossip-mongers on AOL, this useless bullshit would cease.  Though you can dismiss it as no big deal, it is, at the very least, time-consuming.  If someone writes something about you, you’re going to be fielding calls from people asking, “Did you read what someone wrote about on AOL?”  If something is written about your company or boss, you’ll be getting the same calls.

Of course, just by writing this column, I’m sure I’ll be the target of some nameless coward next week.  Who knows, if it’s well-written, with no mistakes or grammatical errors, maybe some of you will call Hits and ask them if they wrote it.

Everyone knows it couldn’t be R&R.

That Guy Sucks

9/8/1995

Which of the following statements doesn’t fit:  Labor Day Weekend; golf, playtime; sunburn, tanning lotion; poolside margaritas; cool tunes on the radio; obnoxious deejays.

If you answered poolside margaritas, you need to stop drinking…or start… whichever is more appropriate.

Obnoxious deejays.

Is anything more irritating?  Nothing can turn a listener off quicker.  And nothing burns into a listener’s brains more.  So why don’t programmers spend more time working with and instructing talent t o ease this obvious stumbling block?  Programmers spend hours laboring over music computers, station production, flow clocks and promotions, yet one ignorant deejay can blow the entire station’s image with an inconstant presentation.

This problem is most prevalent during weekends.  Scheduling weekend air shifts is one of the biggest headaches for programmers.  No full time jock wants to work a weekend shift.  Most have no choice.  But they all want specific shifts that may not be right for the station.  It’s hard enough to find talented people in major or large markets…It’s nearly impossible in smaller markets.

Unfortunately, weekends are the most important days for attracting new listeners.  Most listeners are creatures of habit during weekdays.  Seldom do they stray from their favorite stations.  Not so on weekends.  Maybe they’re dating someone whose musical tastes are different.  Maybe they’re in situations that call for a different station than the one they’re accustomed to listening to during the week.  Maybe it’s because weekends are not so structured and therefore provide more time for listeners to sample different stations.

For all of these reasons…and more…weekends should be of extreme importance to you and your deejays.  You can’t afford to have potential listeners tuning in to your station then quickly tuning out because “that guy sucks.”

Not that offensive deejays are exclusive to weekends.  Far from it.  There are more than enough bad jocks to go around.  And lately, they seem to be going around like an epidemic.

Not so long ago I wrote an Editorial on getting the most out of air talent.  It doesn’t seem to have worked.  At least not on my stations of choice in Los Angeles.  If I repeat myself, perhaps you should repeat some of these suggestions to your air staff.  They obliviously didn’t get it the first time.

Communications is the key to being a good programmer.  It is also the key to being a good jock.  Communication between PD and the air staff is the combination that will open the lock.  Just because part-time deejays only work a few hours doesn’t mean you should spend less time instructing them on the format.  The truth it, you should spend more.

Deejays must know who their audience is.  Since most don’t, it is up to you, the programmer, to explain it to them.  Make sure each deejay knows how to relate to the audience.  Make sure that the jock knows that it is the listener who is important…not the deejay.  And make sure each jock knows that the weekend audience is not the same as those listening Monday through Friday.

If the music is right, if the promotions are right, if the presentation is right, a good jock can add to those elements to make a station better.  Except for those jocks who are more important than the music (Howard Stern, highlighted in this week’s magazine on page 12, is the perfect, and maybe only example), an air personality’s job is to accentuate the positives of the format.  It is not an air talent’s job to be important…it is an air talent’s job to make the station important.

On weekend shifts, this rule should never be broken.  Jocks are there to pimp the music…pimp station promotions…and that’s all.  No funny bits…no cute comments…no weak attempts at being hip.

It’s simple.  Shut the hell up.

Weekend promotions should be simple call-in-and-win contests.  Nothing more.  If the contests have listener interaction, make sure the bits are kept short.  Besides a name and city, jocks should only ask contestants yes or no questions.  It keeps the jock in charge of the call.

Weekend jocks shouldn’t ask a winner, “How do you feel?”  That gives the listener an opportunity to stumble around forever.  A weekend jock should say, “You just won… isn’t that great?”

Yes or no answers.

Weekend jocks shouldn’t be allowed to talk about themselves.  Nobody cares where they came from…how long they’ve been in town…what movie they saw last night.  Just pimp the music.

Long contests on weekends are losers.  Soliciting contestants is hard enough on weekdays.  On Sunday? Forget it.  More than likely, you’ll have 12-year-olds playing along.  This weekend, I was listening to a station that had a great Labor Day musical presentation.  Nothing but hit after hit.  Then a shift change occurs and the next jock, who normally does a different shift during the week, decides he wants to impress the audience with his “hipness” by playing a stupid contest.

He solicits contestants.  Nobody calls.  He continues to beg and finally gets someone on the phone.  They didn’t know about the contest.  So the jock explains it to them.  (Forget we’ve already heard the explanation several times.)  Then the jock can’t hear the contestant.  He asks their name not once, not twice…but three times.  Of course, the jock can’t hear the lame answers to the lame contest either.  It lasts forever.

Oh, by the way.  The contestant finally won.  The prize?  A station T-shirt.  The listener then asked to make a request.  The jock replied, “Sorry, we don’t take requests.”

Perfect.

Nothing is more irritating to a listener than a bad jock.  And the truth is, there aren’t really any bad jocks…there are ignorant jocks.  There are those on the air who think they have something more important than the music to share with the audience.

If I want someone to share their thoughts with me,  I’ll call the psychic hotline.

It is up to the programmers to put jocks in their place.  And the proper place is within the boundaries of the format…not outside.  Otherwise you’ll get an audience response you don’t want.

“That guy sucks.”

Dealing With People You Hate

9/1/1995 

I saw a book this week titled “Dealing with People You Can’t Stand.”  I immediately couldn’t stand the author.

I didn’t read the book, but I could tell by the title that it skirted the issue, particularly in our business.  “Dealing With People You Can’t Stand” won’t cut it in our industry.  It’s not strong enough.  That’s why this Editorial is called “Dealing With People You Hate.”

Because of the nature of our business, we have to deal with people we hate every day.  More often than not, the ones we hate the most are the ones we have to deal with the most.  Maybe that’s why we hate them.  I don’t necessarily mean that we hate the people.  It’s that we hate to deal with the personalities of the people we encounter.  We don’t have the time to develop relationships with many of those with whom we must do business.  To truly hate someone, it is necessary to get to know them.  However, hatred for particular attitudes, personalities or acts doesn’t take nearly so long.

So I guess this Editorial should be called “People Whose Attitudes, Personalities Or Acts We Hate.”  But that would be too ambiguous and if that was the title, I would hate myself.

This Editorial identifies those we hate and gives you some pointers on how you can deal with them more effectively.  I’ve divided the particulars into four broad categories.  You might have more or less, but you aren’t writing the Editorial.  Don’t you hate that? For me, these categories work.  Hopefully, they will work for you.  If not, you can hate me.

“Carson Confrontation.”  Carson is the guy who approaches each conversation like a war.  He doesn’t just want to argue his point, he also wants to argue yours.  He wants not only to prove he’s right, he wants to prove you’re wrong…and ignorant to boot.  Carson doesn’t speak, he screams.  Carson believes volume will outweigh his lack of facts.  Carson very seldom has facts.  He picks a position that fits his mood and runs with it…usually over the person in front of him.  Carson throws his arms, stands with his feet apart and moves into the space occupied by the person he’s confronting.

How do you get along with Carson?  By confronting him.  Do not run away from his bluster.  If the facts are in your favor…argue them…loudly.  Imitate his body language.  Stand your ground.  You might not win the battle, but you can win the war.  Confrontationists expect to run over people.  They developed their personality for a reason.  They grudgingly respect someone who fights back.  Also, the confrontationist likes to win every argument.  If he knows you will argue back, he will choose another target.  Just make sure you have your facts totally correct.  If you’re wrong on one tiny thing, he will harp on it forever.

“Kristi Know-It-All.”  Kristi has all the answers.  You have none.  She’s sure of it and will make you aware of it early in any discussion.  Kristi will interrupt any explanation on your part and say, “I know that won’t work.”  You can explain all you want, but it does no good.  She’s quick to point out all of her experience, her education and her intelligence in killing your ideas with a broad stroke, never getting around to specifics.  You can’t argue with her because she’s unwilling to listen.  She’s the program director who tells you a record won’t work on her radio station.  Period.  If you’re foolish enough to ask why, she’ll tell you it’s because she knows how to program her radio station and you know nothing about it.

How do you crack this nut?  By carefully doing your homework.  Find out what Kristi wants and provide accurate information that will lead her to her own conclusions.  Deal with her by letters and memos.  Kristi read more than the average person.  This is one of the reasons she thinks she knows it all.  She hates confrontation.  Outline, in writing, how your proposal will lead her to the decision she wants to make.  Then she’ll believe you’re almost as well-read and intelligent as her.  This is a double-edged sword, for she might make you a compatriot.  Then you’ll have to sit through long discussions while she tries to prove how smart she is.

“Annette Agreeable.”  Annette agrees with almost everything anyone says.  Annette doesn’t often offer an opinion of her own.  Annette hasn’t heard a record she doesn’t like.  Ask her about one of yours and she’ll probably answer in the positive.  She’s quick to let you pay for dinner or trips or anything else.  She hugs you when you meet because you’re one of her close friends.  She’s the epitome of the phrase, “It looks good for next week.”  It’s easy for Annette to forget about your record or your request as soon as you’ve left her because it’s a pretty good bet that Annette hasn’t listened to a word you said.  Annette also has another person to see right after you.  It’s impossible to pressure Annette into a decision on the spot.  You wind up feeling so positive about your proposition that you’re astounded when what you’ve proposed doesn’t happen.  If you confront her on your confusion, she’ll probably just smile and, “We’ll take care of it next time.”

Annette is a tough one.  Your best bet is to schedule your meeting or call with her as close to her decision time as possible.  If you’re the last one giving her advice, she’s more apt to remember a little of what you said.  If you’re trying to get a record played, call her often and at the last minute.  If you get her just before she does the list, you’ve got a shot.

“Andy Avoid-And-Deny.”  Andy is the worst.  He’s quick to pick up on something you supposedly said or did and hold it against you.  For no reason that you know of, Andy will refuse your calls.  He will put you off forever and then when you finally get the opportunity to talk, he will deny that anything was ever wrong.  He has every excuse for not taking your calls, none of which are the real reason.  When you see him, he’ll act like one of your closest friends…the not take your calls again for days or weeks at a time.

How do you deal with him?  You don’t.  He has a small group of support people who feel the same way. They would rather talk among themselves and criticize others rather than work productively.  Get someone else to pitch your case.  It’s the only way.  And when he finally comes around…suck up.

Then go home and hate yourself.  It’s part of your job!

Shut Up And Deal

8/25/1995

The hustlers and hookers they filled the room…down at the place they call the Spanish Moon…

Big John waved a hand in front of his face.  “I can’t breathe from all of the smoke in here.”

I got up to open the doors leading into the backyard.  The room had started getting cloudy after the first hour of the weekly poker game.

“Fight fire with fire,” Barney growled, tossing a cigar in his direction.

Big John turned up his nose.  “I don’t like smoke.”

“Neither do I,” Barney snarled as he inhaled another Marlboro.  “Shut up and deal.”

Smiley grinned and stared at the lights.

There was whiskey…and bad cocaine…the poison will get you just the same…

“What in the hell is that music?” Big John blared.

“Man, you bitch too much,” Burt grumbled.  He nudged Barney.  “I told you we shouldn’t have invited him.”

“Nobody invited me,” Big John said.  “I just showed up on my own.”

“How’d you know how to get here?”

Big John matched Smiley’s grin.  “I just drove around until I saw all the buzzards circling around this house.  I knew I’d find a bunch of dead losers in here.”

“Man, that’s cold,” Little Stevie One said.

“Shut up, boy,” Big John coughed as he lit the cigar.  “Nobody invited you, either.  You wouldn’t be at this game ’cept you’re visiting from New York.  We’ll take East Coast money anytime.”

“Don’t break hard on my buddy,” Little Stevie Two jumped in.  “I invited him.”

“You shut up, too,” Big John spat.  He cast a derisive glance at the two Stevies.  “I don’t know why we let radio people in this game anyhow.”

“So we can take your money legally,” Little Stevie One said as he threw five white chips into the middle of the table. “Ante up.”

“All you guys can it!” I put in my money.  “That’s getting awfully close to business talk.  One more slip and it’ll cost you fifty dollars.”

“The hell you say.” Big John made the pot right.  “Besides, you’ve got this music playing.  I’m sure that’s a subliminal message your subtle, skinny ass is trying to get across.”

“It’s Little Feat, you idiot,” Burt laughed.  “It’s so old, you worked it at Columbia.”

Big John slapped his hand down.  “That is business talk, boy, put fifty in the middle.”

Burt flipped him off.

“Play cards,” Johnny C said from the corner.

“Play cards?” Barney lit another cigarette.

“You’ve been in the deep freeze ever since you won the first two pots.  Why don’t you try staying in a hand for a change?  You’ll never make it to the car with all that money anyhow.”

I checked my hole cards and made a Plen bet.

“What’s the game?” Big John asked.

“Seven card Macintosh, high-low, two spit cards and you can buy a card for twenty.”

Big John made a face.  “How do you play?”

“Just call the two dollars and we’ll teach you as you go along,” I told him.

“I’ll be damned if I’ll do that,” Big John cried.  “All you guys want is my money.”

“You sound surprised.”

Big John shook his head.  “Nope, just hurt.”

“You keep playing all those hands and you’re really going to get hurt,” Kevin snickered.

Big John gave him a look.  “When I want your opinion, hot shot, I’ll beat it out of you.”

“Come on,” Barney snapped, “bet or fold.”

Big John’s eyebrows twitched and he shot a quick glance in Kevin’s direction.  He threw two chips in the pot and said, “I’ll bet a Seaweed.”

“Foul, damn it!” Johnny C yelled.  “He’s talking business.”

“Fifty bucks, Big John,” I said.  “You know the rules.”

Big John shrugged his shoulders and put in fifty.  “It was worth it.”

“Call the Seaweed,” Smiley said, “And raise you a Lenny Kravitz.”

Before Johnny C could object, Plen tossed in another fifty.

“This is getting bad,” Little Stevie Two said.

Barney studied his cards, pursed his lips and reached for another cigarette.

“You gonna bet or look at those cards all night?” Burt asked.

Barney reached for his chips.  “Call the Seaweed and Lenny Kravitz,” he paused dramatically, “and raise a Prince and a Tom Petty.”

Kevin threw his cards down.  “This is really getting out of control.”

“Hey, I’m paying the tab,” Barney said as he threw in one hundred dollars.

Burt folded.

“What’s up with you?” Big John asked.

“They’re already playing all of my records.”

Cards turned and the chips piled up in the middle.  The table got tense.  Smiley wasn’t smiling.  Johnny C was in the freezer.  Big John held his cards closer than a newborn child.

“Showtime,” Smiley said.   “Let’em flop.”

Little Stevie One already had the lock low.  It was a matter of who would split the pot with him…Big John or Little Stevie Two.

“Read’em and weep,” Big John cried.  “Full house…Aces over Queens.”  He reached for his share of the money.

“Not so fast,” Little Stevie Two said.

The table quieted down once more.  All eyes were on the second Stevie. He played the moment like a maestro.

“Turn’em over,” Barney ordered.

Little Stevie Two did.  “A blaze,” he said proudly.

Big John stared at the cards.  “A blaze?” he yelled.  “What the hell is a blaze?”

“Three diamonds, two hearts,” Little Stevie Two answered.

Big John’s face turned beet red.  He leaned back in his chair and bit his lip.  While the two Stevies split the pot, Big John opened his mouth a time or two to say something, but never did.

Finally, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.  “Does a blaze beat a full house?”

I nodded.  “It does in this game…as long as a radio guy is holding it.”

He shook his head.  “That don’t hardly seem right.”

I shrugged.  “So, what are you going to do?”

He was quite for a moment, then began shuffling the cards.  “Shut up and deal.”