Alternative Ending

8/11/1995

The radio was blaring, “The thrill is gone…gone away.”

She made a face. “What is that crap?”

Before I could tell her the tuner was scanning, she punched a button, twisted the volume knob and KROQ was pulsing like a bright neon light.

“Know who that is?” She asked

Fast ball.  Right down the middle.

“Nirvana,” I sneered.  “What is this, a test?”

Her eyebrows formed semi-circles as she shot me a look across the bridge of her nose.  “What does that group have to do with tonight?”

It was a test.  I hit the ball out of the park.

“The guitar player from Nirvana is in the Foo Fighters.”

She wasn’t impressed.

I brought her with me to make sure I was on the cutting edge of the Alternative scene.  As Network 40 is getting closer to the Commercial Alternative section we’ve been planning, I needed to involve myself deeper in the netherworld.  She would be my guide.  Not that I needed much guidance.  I reminded her that I had invented the format.

She still wasn’t impressed

“Put the car phone under the seat so no one will steal it,” she said.

First there was the diner at some Italian restaurant with Jeffrey, Chris and Brian from Capitol Records.  Lopes kept quoting from The Satanic Verses.  I couldn’t figure out why and didn’t try very hard.  I couldn’t talk with Jeffrey.  He was too busy hanging with his boy, Robert Woods.  Brian was talking with her.  He told her I invented the format.

She still wasn’t impressed

The trouble started at the Troubadour.  Supergrass was putting on a show and I was bogarting a warm, watery beer.

“Yo, chick, what’s up?”

I heard the voice behind me.  She rolled her eyes.

“Gerry,” she said, “this is Zandar.”

I turned around and immediately wished I hadn’t.

“Dude, it’s good to meet you,” Zandar shouted over the band.

I nodded.  There was no need to speak.

“What are you guys doing?”

She told him we were listening to the band, then heading to see the Foo Fighters.

He was impressed.

“Got any extra tickets?”

I pretended not to hear him.

“I don’t have any money, but I can give you some of this.”  He held out his palm.

I shook my head.  “Been there, done that.”

“Dude, It’ll make you see Jesus.”

I thought I was looking at him.  Except that in all the pictures I had seen, Jesus had never been depicted with fluorescent blue hair.

“I’ll take a pass on the pills, Zandar.”  I handed him a shot of tequila.  “But I’ll share a couple of these with you.”

“Far out, dude,” he shouted.  “What is it?”

“Just drink it.”  I knocked mine back.

She wasn’t impressed.

The hype on the Foo Fighters is big.  But not big enough.  The band was, in Zander’s words, “Awesome, dude.”  We stayed through the last chord, then headed for Before Dawn, a little known after-hours club just off the strip.  She asked for the phone to check her messages.  Zander was lying on the hood, trying to catch bugs in his mouth.

We were half-way through the first set of Secret (LA’s best unsigned band) when a truly Alternative urge hit me.

“I want a tattoo.”

She looked at me.  Impressed. Finally.

“I’ll show you where I got mine.”

“Great.” I took a step back and waited for her to show me.

She made that face again.  “No, I mean the parlor.  It’s right down the street.”

I took another shot of courage.  “Let’s go.”

She and I walked into the night.  Zander was right behind.

Inside the tattoo parlor, I was met by a half-naked man with no hair.  Lot’s of tattoos, though.  She was on a first-name basis with him.

“My friend wants a tattoo.”

He looked at Zandar in disgust.

She grabbed my arm.  “No, this one.”

He gave me the once over.  “What did you have in mind?”

I shrugged.  “Something small on my butt.”

I got the look he’d just given Zandar.  “On your butt?  Then it’ll be hidden.  Why don’t you let me put a giant eagle across your chest?”

“Why don’t you kiss my ass before you put a needle in it,” I snapped.

Zandar passed out in corner.

She pulled me over to a wall covered with pictures of tattoos before the guy could put a needle in my eye.  “Let’s pick one of these.”

I passed on different variations of “Mother.”

“How about a rose?” she suggested.

“Nope.”

She pointed to a dagger.

“Nope.”

“Well, what do you want?”

I was about to say I didn’t know, when I saw it.  I took her hand and placed her finger on it.

She looked up at me.  Really impressed.

“That’s perfect.” A smile.  “I’ll bet you invented that.”

She was catching on.

I dropped my jeans and Dr. Frankenstein went to work.  I felt no pain.  When it was done, we left.  The tattoo guy had Zandar spread out on a table, the flying eagle stitched across his chest.

In the car, she asked for the phone to check her service again.  I fumbled under the seat for a while with no luck.

“Maybe I put it under yours.”

She searched for a minute, then sat up.  “The phone is gone,” she sang softly, “gone away.”

I was impressed.

Later we compared tattoos.  Hers was in a place where she couldn’t see it without a mirror.  But I could.  Mine was in a place where I couldn’t see it without a mirror.  But she could.

You think you’ll ever see mine?

A lot of things are going to happen…but that ain’t one of them.

Rules And Regs, Part II

8/4/1995

Programming a radio station correctly is a very fine art…mastered by few…misunderstood by many.

This is the second in a two-part series dealing with a part of the art form: the programming playbook.  Last week we reprinted the first part of a playbook I began while programming the RKO chain.  It dealt with the philosophy behind a winning station.  This week, on the following pages, you’ll find specific guidelines for the mechanics of the format.

Many of the “rules” don’t apply today and it is important that you don’t take this playbook as gospel.  You should compile your own.  Establish your rules and philosophy based on your specific needs and the needs of your station.  Having an overall game plan on paper can only make you a better programmer.  It will also make your staff better because their instructions are clear and your expectations of them are in black and white.

Playbooks, game plans, written instructions and memos are all good.  They are, in fact, almost irreplaceable.  However, much more is needed to establish a winning attitude that transfers to the on-air sound.  Don’t get lost in the planning.  Make sure that your station sounds right.  It’s not enough to put your format, ideas and ideals down on paper.  You have to make sure the format, ideas and ideals are joined by a staff that will take your written animation and make it come alive.

Interaction with the air staff is a key to becoming a winning program director.  This is not to say that you should make bosom buddies with the air talent.  There should never be a misunderstanding as to who is the boss.  However, members of your team should want to work with you, not just carry out your edicts because it’s a job.  Whether or not your staff wants to work with you is up to you.  You must set the tone.

It is your job to meet with corporate executives within your company.  It is your job to deal with the paperwork and politics that are part of programming in the 90s.  It’s the job you’ve chosen.  It is also an important part of your job to insulate your staff from the corporate paperwork and politics.  Don’t treat air talent the way you are treated by corporate executives.  They aren’t a part of the mix.  When you meet with your staff, don’t portray the image to them.

Weekly air check sessions are almost mandatory.  Your staff needs to know that you are listening and that you care.  I always enjoyed meetings where air checks were played and critiqued in front of the entire staff.  This satisfies several goals: each member of the staff knows what you expect from all the others…not just them personally; other members can learn from the mistakes or the perfect breaks of others; each person can critique others.  In years of doing air check sessions with the entire staff, I learned more from the members of my staff than they learned from me.  It’s also a time where the staff can gang up on the PD to bitch about aspects of the format that they might not bring up in individual sessions.

Open air check sessions also create a spirit of comradery within the staff.  It’s all for one and one for all.  It also makes each a better jock.  Knowing that your air check will be played and critiqued in front of the whole group makes each member a little sharper while they are on the air.

Individual air check sessions should take place once a month.  It’s important that every member of your staff have time for some one-on-one instruction.  It’s also a time for individuals to bring up specific problems they want to discuss in private.  When you have these private meetings, make the jock your center of attention.  Don’t take any calls or conduct other business.  You might be extremely busy, but set everything else aside.  Let the jocks know they are important to you and that the meeting is a top priority.

In these private meetings, allow individuals to express their feelings about their working conditions without fear of reprisal.  Input is particularly important to a good program director.  If you ask for input, don’t get angry if the input isn’t necessarily what you want to hear.  Don’t take it personally.  Didn’t you bitch about the boss before you became one?  Bitching is an important part of an air talent’s life.  Let them vent their frustrations.  Often, they want no specific action taken, they just want to know you will listen to what they perceive as problems.

Also try and buy lunch or dinner for each member of your staff once a month.  It’s important that they be able to meet with you outside the confines of the radio station.  No business should be discussed.  This is just a relaxed, social, feel-good meal.

Being an air personality is psychologically one of the hardest jobs in the world.  Not only do they want to be the best in their market in their time period, they also want to be the best on their station.  This can create conflicts within the staff.  It is up to you, as the PD, to control the individual egos without breaking anyone in the process.  Listen to a jock’s concerns.  Take time to explain your objectives.  Point out what you need from each shift and why one particular person works in a time slot while another doesn’t.  Patience is not a strong suit with most jocks.  Try and instill this virtue by building up their confidence and sharing our belief in their ability.  If the situation warrants, give the jock a timetable as to when a change in the situation will occur.  Maybe it’s as simple as moving the jock into another shift when someone resigns.  If you expect no staff changes be up front with the jock and explain the facts.  Offer to find the jock another job in a different market if the situation is untenable.  This usually has a calming, if not chilling, effect.

Jocks have personal problems with others for reasons that have nothing to do with air shifts.  As PD, you’re working with highly combustible, if also very fragile, egos.  Everyone doesn’t like everyone else.  If some member of your staff is bitching about another individual’s problems, try something I used a lot.  Tell the jock, “I know Darrell is having a hard time in this area.  What can you and I do to help him?”  This makes the one bitching a part of the solution, not a part of the problem.

If these suggestions don’t help you, if your staff still doesn’t respond, if you use all of my suggestions and some of your own ideas and nothing works, you always have another alternative:  Replace them all with people who will listen.

Hey, it worked for me!

Clap For The Wolfman

7/14/1995.

The Good Lord called Charlie Minor into his office last week.

“Charlie,” God said with a frown, “you’re doing a great job getting all of our records on Clear Channel, but the people of Heaven aren’t buying any at our superstores.”

“Hey, buddy,” Charlie answered, motioning his entourage of angels toward the juice bar, “I can only do so much.  That Clear Channel 1 might reach everyone forever, but it’s boring.  We need to add some pop…some sizzle…something to get the listeners excited about the music.  Now, it just sounds like Muzak.  We need somebody to sell the music.”

God stroked his beard.  “Who do you suggest?”

Charlie waved his hands in the air.  “there’s only one person.  Wolfman Jack.”

God frowned again and the heavens crackled with lightning and thunder.  “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Charlie’s smile lit up the room as he headed for the door, three angles on each arm.  “Hey, buddy, that’s what you’ve got me for.

I don’t remember how old I was when I first heard Wolfman Jack on the radio.  Having been born and raised in a tiny town in Mississippi, it was hard to get any station after the sun went down, much less any station that played the kind of music I wanted to hear. I was into R&B long before I knew what it was.  I only knew that my father didn’t want that kind of music played in the house.  And that make it important.

All day long, I would listen to Hank Williams, Roy Acuff and the like, but at night, I desperately needed a fix of Rhythm & Blues.  I would get a bottle and a date (in that order), drive to the highest point in the county and start twisting the dial.  The girls weren’t nearly as excited as I was (still aren’t), but went along because they thought I was fun and kind of dangerous (still do).

I had already discovered Big John R on WLAC out of Tennessee, but he was only on for two hours and it wasn’t enough.  So I kept searching the dial, keeping the needle down on the low numbers where the big stations were broadcasting, trying to get a fix.

Suddenly, a howling wolf cry cut through the static.  You cannot imagine the chill that went up my spine when I heard the top-of-the-hour ID.

“Are you wit’ me?  I’m askin’ are you wit’ me?  Aw, come on, babies, put your hand on the radio and feel the luuvv vibrations.  This is Wolfman Jack on XERB Del Rio, Texas!”

A jingle followed sung by Johnny Rivers and a host of other singers.  “Here comes the Wolfman…he understands.”

Then “Ya Ya” by Lee Dorsey.

My life changed at that instant.  I had never heard anything like it in my life.  Sissy Sue was playing with my hair and whispering her best Southern come-on in my ear.  I didn’t care.  This Wolfman Jack from some mysterious place in Texas had transported me into a special world…a world I would never leave.  Sissy Sue, a few years short of becoming Columbia High’s homecoming queen (and already displaying a couple of attributes that would later make her a lock on the crown), may as well have been a figment of my imagination.  I didn’t care.  I was waiting for the Wolfman’s next break.

“That was `Ya Ya,”’ Wolfman yelled, “by Lee Dorsey.  How you like the Wolfman so far baby?”  His voice dropped into a now familiar purr.  “Have mercy, baby!  Who’s this on the Wolfman’s telephone?”  Then he yelled again.  “Are you nekkid?”

Sissy Sue never got it, but I did.  She married well, has four or five kids she’s hoping to get into Ole Miss on scholarships.  I’ve been hooked on the drug I got from Wolfman Jack the first time I heard him selling music and “…Holy Water blessed by the saints of Jerusalem.”  When Sissy Sue heard about Wolfman’s passing, she called.  She finally got it.  Her husband didn’t understand.  He vaguely remembered a husky, bearded dude that hosted The Midnight Special.  Me?  I lost a friend.  And something much more.

A part of radio left with Wolfman Jack, but the loss will be felt outside of radio.  We lost an important part of Americana.  We lost a bit of our youth.  We lost a lot of our audio excitement.  For millions of teenagers in California who heard him nightly on XERF and millions in the Southwest tuning in XERB, Woflman Jack was radio.  And man, could he move records.  If the Wolfman played it, you wanted to go right out and buy it.

Radio passed Wolfman Jack a long time ago.  It’s not something we should be proud of.  We are too often accused of sounding boring…identical…automated.  Wolfman Jack was none of these.  Cookie-cutting programmers are too quick to copy rather than strive to be unique.  Instead of finding a place for Wolfman Jack, we cut him out.  In doing so, we’ve created a huge void.  Not so much for Wolfman.  He always did all right.  But for the next Wolfman.

I was lucky.  I got to meet Robert Weston Smith, a.k.a.  Wolfman Jack, long before his debut in American Graffitti.  I was afraid that meeting him would destroy forever the image I had painted in my mind of that magical person who helped change my life.  I shouldn’t have worried.  Wolfman Jack in the flesh was everything and more that he was coming through those three-inch speakers in the ‘60s.

I hired Wolfman to do nights on KHJ in Los Angeles.  We had the deal all worked out.  I even managed to stretch the restrictive RKO format to allow him the latitude to be himself, but restrictions still applied.  The day before the promos were due to hit the air, Wolfman came to see me.  In his famous gravelly voice, he told me he couldn’t take the job.  He had done his act so long, he was afraid he just couldn’t come close enough to the format to make us both happy.

“Baby,” he said, “I would rather turn down this job than jeopardize our friendship.”

In the end, it all turned out for the best.  Wolfman syndicated a weekend show and we ran it on KHJ.  He eventually made 10 times what I would have paid him…and we remained friends

So Wolfman Jack got the gig on the big station in the sky where he can dictate the format.  It was just a matter of time.  The Wolfman was only on the air once a week.

Heaven needed to hear him a lot more often that that.  Let’s all give one last clap for the Wolfman.

KFRC Playbook

7/12/1995

Many of you have asked the “secret” of the success of KFRC while I was the program director. There was no one “thing” that made KFRC as success. It was a combination of talent, signal, promotions and music. But the biggest element that made KFRC successful was the consistency of the sound. Now matter what time you tuned in, you knew it was KFRC. A big part of the consistency of KFRC was derived from everyone playing by the same book…the KFRC Playbook…a part of which I share with you this week. It is a combination of everything I learned about radio programming. These are my thoughts, combined with the special people I worked with along the way: Paul Drew and Buzz Bennett to name the most important. It’s part of the recipe for the “Gumbo” that made KFRC what it was. Enjoy:

The following information is provided to help you understand the basics of the KFRC format.  The easiest thing to do is read the material once and never pick it up again.  It is to your benefit, however, to read this book once each week…every week…so the basics will become a part of your on-air procedure.

This information covers all the essentials of the KFRC format.  You won’t find a formal ending.  The evolution of and changes to the format will necessitate additions to the playbook.

The playbook is broken into two parts: philosophy and mechanics.  The mechanics and philosophy are interwoven.  One without the other is worthless.  Understanding the philosophy behind the mechanics will make the format succeed because it is the sum of all of the parts that will spell success for you and KFRC.  It is important for you to understand the philosophy.  It is imperative that you take care of each formatical rule.  Knowing where your final destination is won’t get you there unless you take the right road and make all the correct turns.  Knowing that San Francisco is in Northern California is useless unless you know how to get there.  We must know where we’re going and what we have to do to get to our final destination.  We must understand the philosophy and apply the mechanics to make the philosophical idea a practical reality.

The format makes the sound smooth and consistent.  The audience doesn’t know our rules and restrictions.  However, the audience can feel our total impact.  The philosophy behind KFRC should translate into a feeling…a feeling we must have and share with our listeners.  We call this feeling “the X factor.”

The key to attaining the X factor lies in how we apply the mechanics of the format in relation to the philosophy.  We can’t just follow the rules.  That would be automation.  We must reach and maintain the X factor by combining our own personalities within the framework of the format.  Humanism is the key.  Humanism must created within the basics of the format.  If your individual feelings transcend the format, we fail.  If your individual feelings mesh with the format, the, and only then, will you be able to rise above the mechanics of the format to attain success.  Being creative and individualistic within the format is the mark of a true professional.  Only you can do it!

The basic philosophy of KFRC is to interface humanism with the format to achieve the feeling that motivates our listeners to be proud that KFRC is their favorite station.

On the subject of humanism, we get into the problem of defining what it is and what it isn’t.  We must evaluate and re-define that word as it directly relates to the job we are trying to do.  In order to understand it properly, we must break it down into different verbalizations.

The term “humanism” isn’t quite enough.  We must go further and emit the feeling of positive humanism as opposed to negative humanism.  When you are on the air, you must create a little bit more than just humanism…it must be positive humanism.  If a jock was terminally ill and went on the air and slowly died, it would be realistic, but it would also be a total negative and would not produce a positive feeling (that in turn would produce positive ratings).  Are you getting the picture?

One of the primary points of humanism is authenticity.  Authenticity must be combined with honesty, warmth and openness without losing the spark and momentum necessary to create the quarter-hour maintenance based on the feeling that something is coming.

There is a strong significance of listening.  In turn, there is s strong significance of feeling and thinking, rather than just speaking.  Feeling and thinking is necessary in our day when hypotheses about what might be are more interesting than what is or what has been.  In a world of continuous change, the past becomes less relevant to current problems.  Cultural shifts are obvious, so we as leaders must constantly change.  Social order must be conceived of in terms of process, rather than structure.  This requires functional individuals to be general in their quest rather than specific subject-matter specialists.  Since we have continuous change, our organization will be set be up in the same way.

We must have goals, but we must have communicating members whose help is needed and utilized to reach those goals.  We, as leaders (that means all of us), must constantly be open to feedback, especially from our subordinates or our peers. We must negotiate and arrive at mutually acceptable goals, understood by all, creating an informal organization led by human realtors thinking over their specific areas.  This we must do to create, because creativity is the bringing together of unlike elements joining into a new event.

Real people are listening to you.  You must communicate with them.  The “boss Jock” syndrome seems to have influenced the great majority of modern radio personalities to talk down to people, talk at people, to enunciate and just not be themselves.  The one-on-one relationship is essential to furnish the feeling our potential listeners are seeking.  They are seeking to relate, to know that there is someone else like them.  The fact is: We’re always talking to somebody.  We are not reading, not shouting memorized lines.  We’re talking to important people. Whatever is said must be meant.  The time, a liner, your name…everything…and particularly the most important message of all: KFRC.

Now that you have the general philosophy, it is important that you carry out each segment of the format.  To succeed, we must color each square, fill every hole and touch all the bases so we can get to the top quicker and stay there.  Anyone can do the big things.  It takes a dedicated professional to cover all the little incidentals every day to achieve a degree of consistency that cannot be matched.  Remember where you are and what got you here.  Until you became a part of KFRC, you were working to get here.

You did extra things at smaller stations so you could move on to a bigger and better situation.  Now that you’ve made it here, the motivation you had for doing the extra things may diminish.  You need to constantly analyze your position and establish a new motivation for your continued consistent actions.

There are six main objectives that we must accomplish to establish a cohesive merging of the philosophy and format mechanics.  These are he keys to the kingdom: Desire, Discipline, Excitement, Energy, Realism and Consistency.  They are all basic and equally important.  One without the other may produce a quick inflation, but a quicker deflation.  To achieve these basics, we must break each one down, identify it and determine what we must do to achieve it.

DESIRE

All of us have the desire to be the best or we wouldn’t be here.  However, wanting something badly doesn’t mean you’ll get it.  We must maintain our desire and combine it with the other factors to turn our desire into reality.

Each team in the National Football League begins training camp with a playbook that outlines the team objectives.  No team sets out to be a loser.  Each is dedicated to winning and going to the Super Bowl.  The playbooks define the goal and put forth a plan of action.  Yet after the season, the majority of the teams fall short of their goals.  They didn’t begin the season with the objective of losing.  In the beginning, they all had the desire to be winners but somewhere along the line, they failed in their quest.

Did they lose their desire? I don’t think so.  They failed to combine their desire with a daily intensity necessary to make their desire a reality.

We must never lose our desire and we must maintain a daily intensity on the little things that will get us to Super Bowl.

DISCIPLINE

It’s easy to do a great show when everything is going right and you’re feeling good.  It’s tough when you feel terrible and everything is going wrong.  You must discipline yourself to achieve the goal of a great show, no matter the circumstances.  It takes discipline to push the positives and overcome any negative feelings that might make your show less than it should be.  You’re part of one of the best staffs in the country.  Consequently, you must discipline yourself to achieve a maximum effort every time you’re on the air

We depend on each other for our total success.  Our audience judges all of us.  If we have one weak link, we all suffer.

You must make yourself do all of the little things that by themselves might mean very little, but when added together, make you and KFRC the best.  Discipline yourself to come in early, take the extra time to make a spot sound better, make yourself read over each piece of live copy before going on the air so you’ll get it perfect, re-write the liners and PSAs, prepare your show to make sure you have the proper music balance.

In short, discipline consists of making yourself do all of the little things that we sometimes think we’re too good to do.  Don’t forget that doing the little things to make yourself better is what got you here in the first place.

Discipline yourself to achieve your best, because on KFRC, the worst you should ever sound is great!

EXCITEMENT AND ENERY

The two are closely related.  Excitement causes a burst of energy.  Energy creates excitement.  Think of it this way: Excitement is scoring a touchdown; energy is lining up, waiting for the snap, knowing you’re going to score.

We must generate a feeling of excitement by being excited ourselves.  Our listeners don’t hear excitement; they feel it.  You cannot be excited all of the time, but you can maintain a high energy level that will enable the audience to get a positive charge from you.

Each of us must maintain the energy level in our own way.  We all react differently.  It’s up to you to involve yourself in KFRC in such a way that the feeling of energy is passed on to the audience.

It is important that you maintain a positive energy level on the air.  It is equally important that you maintain a positive energy level off the air.  If you push positive feelings, those around you will be positively charged.  Negative feelings will be similarly passed along.  So work toward charging the on-air sound, the people around you, the rooms and halls of KFRC!

REALISM

We must all strive to be individuals on the air, within the boundaries of the format.  The era of the “boss Jock” has been over for quite some time.  People are listening to you to hear what you have to offer.  If the format was the only key to success, KFRC would be automated.  It takes real people talking to real people to achieve that realism that will allow you and KFRC to rise above the mathematics of the format and attain total success.  We know what realism is, but again, it’s important to redefine the term as it relates directly to our jobs.

On KFRC, realism is being yourself with an “air” of carny.

When you’re talking with one person, you tend to lay back, talk softly and emphasize very few words because you don’t need to be animated.  The person you’re talking with is listening to you and will miss very little of what you say.  You are the center of attention.  Do this on KFRC and you die.  But if you over-emphasize some things, enunciate more distinctly and talk louder, you’re not being real, right:   Wrong!  When you’re talking with a group of people in your living room, you talk louder, over-emphasize some things and, in general, try and express yourself in a more dominating way because you’re trying to hold the attention of several people.  You’re still being real; you’re a little more animated.

That’s the feeling we must strive for on the air: realism, with a bit of animation.  It’s a fine line, but we must find it.  When you make a statement, your listeners won’t believe it unless you do.  Convince yourself!  When you’ve convinced yourself, your listeners will believe it… because it is the truth!

When you walk through a carnival, you hear the barkers shouting, “Hurry, hurry, hurry!  You can’t lose.  Step right up and win a prize!”  You might step right up, but you know you’re going to be ripped off because the barker has already told you so.  Not by his words, but by the way he said them.  We must find the line of realism with excitement and every…not the carnival rip off.

CONSISTENCY

Consistency is the combination of all of the above on a daily basis.  It’s covering all of the basics, all of the time.  Doing this makes the basics become automatic, giving us the freedom to develop ourselves in greater ways.  By covering the basics every day, they become good habits.  Once they become habits, you don’t have to consciously make yourself cover the basics, because you habitually do them.

Remember, at KFRC, it is not enough to just be consistent.  You must be consistently great.

Now that you have the total picture, go over this playbook every week.  Understand the importance of each particular fact.  Dedicate yourself to perfecting every part of the format and philosophy so we can have a dynamic station made up of dynamic individuals.

Understand that I expect each of you to be aware of every one of the following formatic rules.  And understand one other thing:  I have the desire, the discipline, the consistency, the realism, the excitement and the energy to make sure you carry them out!

Heroes And Villains

7/7/1995.

I was at the Bobby Poe convention.  Aren’t I always?  Bobby has managed a convention through thick and thin for the past 24 years.  Next year’s Silver Anniversary will mark the swan song of the most remarkable string of conventions this business has ever known.  Twenty four straight years…through good times and bad…through high times and low times.  You can say whatever you want about the Poe Cat, but two things remain constant: He’s still passionate about our business and he’s consistent.

Who else could single-handedly do it for 24 years in a row?

Nobody.

As is always the case, there were heroes and villains at this convention, though nothing as controversial as in some past years.

Hero: WPLJ’s Scott Shannon, whose keynote address was truly exceptional. Scott spoke from the heart about his love of the business…a love we all share but are all too often afraid or embarrassed to verbalize.  One of the most inspiring thoughts he touched on was a sense of sharing what we all owe to others in our business.  We are mainly too busy or impressed with ourselves to spend the time sharing our thoughts and beliefs with those who are new to our business.  It isn’t about textbooks and seminars.  In our industry, especially radio, we learn from others who are doing what we are doing.  If there were more Scott Shannons who would share their knowledge and experiences with those who are attempting to find their way, the path would be much wider.  The only problem with Scott’s speech was that there weren’t enough radio people in the audience to appreciate it.

Villains: Those in our business (and in the halls and lobby at the convention center) who were too busy putting down others instead of trying to gain a positive experience.  Why some must be quick to criticize is beyond me.  Our business is so difficult that we should stand and applaud anybody who is doing well.  Those who gossip and back-bite will feed on their own negative thoughts and voices and, fortunately for the rest of us, remain in the halls and lobbies and will never make it inside the ballrooms of success.

Heroes: Andrea Ganis, Danny Buch, Monte Lipman and the rest of the Atlantic staff who put together a miracle.  Who would have thought anyone could convince the majority of those attending the convention that a bus ride would be the “in” thing to do? But there we all were, lined up like a bunch of 12-year-olds, ready, if not anxious, to go to “Camp Hootie.”  Through no fault of their own (terrible weather, a jack-knifed trailer truck on the interstate, etc.), the 45-munute bus ride turned into two hours and 15 minutes.  Why worry? Would you rather be in the lobby dodging people you didn’t want to talk with anyhow?  We’re out of beer! No problem.  Monte is off the bus at an intersection, dodging through traffic to make it to the 7-11.  Before the light changes, he’s back with six cold cases.  And even after all of the delays and rain, the members of Hootie & The Blowfish spent a leisurely hour talking, signing autographs and taking pictures with all who wanted. We even sang camp songs on the ride back!

Villains:  The members of Congress who were given VIP seating to see for themselves exactly what the record business was all about.  For the most part, they were no-shows.  I guess they compared the concert with a vote on some legislation and chose to abstain.  Maybe we can cut them some slack.  The weather was dreadful and they weren’t invited on the bus.

Hero:  Eddie Money, who withstood the rigors of a cocktail party in his honor.  He managed to smile and shake hands and pretend to be interested in every person who walked through the door.  And since I know Eddie, I know he wasn’t pretending.  He’s a trooper.  And a friend to radio.  Is there a program director out there who hasn’t asked Eddie for something and had him not come through?  If you aren’t playing his record, you should be ashamed.  He’s one we owe.  Pay him back.

Hero: Columbia’s Jerry Blair, who guided three cows through the lobby and to the pool to promote Buckshot LeFonque.  Is there anyone but Blair who could have pulled it off with such panache?  Is it true that there was a party later with the herd in his suite:  Is there a Page 6 picture floating around somewhere?

Villains:  The security guards and hotel manager who went apoplectic.  At least they didn’t shoot anybody.

Hero:  The Poe Cat himself.  For 24 years, Bobby has been sponsoring a golf tournament, but he never played.  Bobby began taking lessons last summer and for the first time, entered his own tournament.  I had the “privilege” of playing with him in the first group.  Things were going well until the 18th hole.  It’s a little dog-leg left with a four-lane highway running beside it Bobby’s first shot was right down the middle, but his second got away from him.  It was a mighty slice that cut over the trees, bounced in the middle of the road, through an Exxon station on the other side and finally came to rest in the flower bed.  I must admit, there was a bit of money riding on the outcome and our hopes looked slim.  Bobby said, “we concede nothing,” then took off across the highway, a five-wood in his hand.  Our partners protested, but Poe accurately pointed out that there were no out-of-bounds stakes next to the road and he would “by God” play the damned ball with no penalty.  He took and arrogant stance, roses tugging at his knees, bit his lower lip and loosed a terrific swing.  From a cloud of dirt and shreds of flowers, the ball took off.  It was low.  Headed right for the Corvette with the big guy pumping gas.  At the last second, it curved upward, just missing the pumps.  It continued to soar over the four lanes of traffic. Clipped the top of the trees lining the fairway and dropped down a mere 100 yards from the green.

Unfortunately, by the time Bobby finished putting, he had wasted a few more strokes.  He evidently needed a bigger challenge than just some sand traps.  When he finally holed out, he looked at me, winked and said, “That was a hell of an eight!”

No doubt about it, Bobby.  It was the best I’ve ever seen.

And so was the convention.

Press!

6/23/1995

I was in trouble early.  And I knew it.  I had journeyed to Nashville to play golf with my good friends Wynn Jackson and James Stroud.  I use the word “friends” advisedly.  When you’re deep in the heart of Dixie and playing golf for cash money, your friends are more apt to chop you up than your enemies.  Down here, everyone carries a razor.

Our other two playing companions were Dirt and Herky. Now the first rule of golf is:  “Never play for money against strangers with nicknames.”  I never gave it a thought.  I was in Nashville to have a good time.  Besides, I was with friends.

I drove the first ball of the morning right down the center of the fairway.  I was posing like TV Tommy when I heard Dirt say, “Damn, boy, that’s stouter than a bay mule.”

I reach for my wallet, but it was too late. If I hadn’t known it already…I’d been had.

I told Stroud I wanted to play for an ad in the Country Network and he said that was fine and, of course, we would press on the fly.

Press on the fly?  I had never heard this one, but I didn’t want to sound too ignorant so I agreed.  I figured I would find out what it meant soon enough.  I figured right.

I was feeling pretty good about the drive, but the second shot left a lot to be desired.  Short and left.  I had a bad case of the pull hooks and I know I’d have to hunker down or I would be on the way to the cash machine in a hurry.  As the ball spun toward a lake that my partner had “forgotten” to tell me about, Stroud said, “Press.”

“You can’t press on the first hole,” I protested as my ball headed for splash-down.

Stroud smiled, “Press on the fly.  Anytime your opponent’s ball is in the air, you can press.  It doubles the bet.”

I bogeyed the first two holes and the Nashville contingency was grinnin’ like mules eatin’ briars.  Herky got on his cellular phone and a couple of holes later, two more people had driven out to join us.  Evidently the news was traveling fast.  There was a “suspect” in from Hollywood with a pocketful of cash and a shaky game.

I was introduced to Booger and Juice.  Since Booger had the first finger of his left hand buried in his nose halfway to his cerebellum, I knew how he got his nickname.  Juice I wasn’t sure about.

“Gerry’s in all the usual games,” Stroud said.  “He especially likes to press on the fly.”

Booger and Juice couldn’t have been happier.

Around hole number seven, the sun finally broke through the humidity and it started to really heat up.  Dirt allowed how he was “sweatin’ like a hillbilly at a spellin’ bee.”

I pulled another one dead left off the tee.

“Press,” everybody said.

I was struggling and they were loving it.  And the truth was, so was I.  It was a beautiful day.  I was playing golf. I was in the South.  Hell, I was home.

Juice had stuck a wad of chewing tobacco the size of a softball into his left cheek a while back and I now knew where he got his nickname. Along with the chewing habit, Juice also had a rather large stomach.  When he spit his ruminations, most of it got on the front of his shirt.

Wonderful.

Juice explained his colorful golf shirts.  If you get a stain on your shirt, there is a guy who paints the shirt, incorporating the stain into the design.

The painter must do a helluva business in Nashville.

By the time we made it to the 10th tee, I was down $1,200.  I figured I had these boys just where I wanted them.  A double-shot of Jack Daniels at the turn had solved the hook.  The boys fell all over themselves when I doubled the bet.

Fools.  They forgot I was born in Mississippi.

About four holes into the back side, they were quiet.  Herky was mumbling to Dirt, Juice and Booger were arguing about what club to hit and Stroud had cancelled his business with Wynn for inviting me.

I kept yelling, “Press!”

By the time we got to 18, it was dead even.  I teed it up and quacked it dead left in the tall weeds by the edge of a small creek.  Nobody even whispered the “P” word.  I’d been playing so well, they didn’t want to take a chance.

I waded into the weeds, searching for my ball.

“Watch out for them cottonmouths,” Booger grinned.  “They’ll sting you if they get a chance.”

I was ankle-deep in branch water, searching for the lost Titlist, when I saw the snake cutting through the water like a speedboat, mouth gaping, heading right for my ball.

Without thinking, I swung the 4-iron.  There was a mighty splash and the snake flew out of the creek, straight toward Stroud.  It was the only shot I didn’t hook all day.

“Press!” Booger hollered

Stroud stood rooted in his tracks, eyes as wide as the moccasin’s mouth.  The snake wrapped around his neck, then slid down inside the back of his shirt.

He did a quick two-step, spun into a stomp then fell into a sand trap and broke into a full Watusi.  He was on his back, legs and arms flailing, screaming for all he was worth.

“Help me, somebody help me,” he wailed.  “The snake bit me!  I’m gonna die…I’m gonna die!”

Dirt, who had witnessed the entire episode, ran over.  “Stop acting like a baby, Jimmy James,” he snapped.  “You ain’t gonna die.  I’ll just suck out the poison.  Where’d you get bit?”

“On my ass,” James cried.

Dirt shook his head.  “Boy, you’re gonna die.”  He walked slowly back to the cart.

Stroud didn’t die.  The snake was dead before it left my club.  When it slid down James’ back, he freaked out and jumped around so much, the money-clip in his back pocket slipped off the big wad of cash he was carrying around and pinched him on the butt.

When it was all said and done, no money changed hands.  There was a big argument about whether or not I should be assessed a stroke because I played the snake out of a hazard.  It was decided that I wouldn’t be penalized since Stroud wasn’t disqualified for hitting my ball.  That was when he beat the lifeless snake after it slid out of his pants.

The moral of this story?  If you ever go to Nashville to play golf with anyone in the “music bidness,” take a fishing pole.

There are a lot of barracudas down there.

If The Shoe Fits

6/30/1995

“What we have here is a failure to communicate.”

Forgive me for using a line from one of my favorite movies, Cool Hand Luke. I watched it this past weekend. I didn’t know why until today when I found out about the “latest” changes in R&R.

R&R is a lot like Cool Hand Luke. Old and outdated. But at least the movie has some great lines. R&R, on the other hand, has some good lies. I guess if you leave out a letter or a word here and there, a comparison can be made between the two. With R&R, what we have here is a failure.

Unfortunately, the truth is a lot more complicated and dangerous.

This week, in their infinite wisdom, R&R decided to cut the number of reporting stations. Some 28 programmers were told they would no longer be a part of the R&R panel. (Sorry, guys, we’ve used you long enough. We got what we wanted and we don’t need you any more.) About half of these reporters were just added less than three months ago. They were good enough in the spring, but not in the summer? Even new sitcoms get a longer run on NBC.

So, why do I care?

From its inception, Network 40 has solicited and accepted, gladly accepted, playlists from any and every station wanting to be a part of our reporting panel. We are all radio programmers here. We are intimately familiar with the problems programmers face because we’ve been there, done that. We are dedicated to providing our subscribers with any and all information they need to help make their jobs easier.

R&R selects the panel of reporters based on an ever-changing, secret formula that best meets its needs, no the needs of the industry they pretend to service. Does R&R ever ask programmers what’s best for radio? Does R&R ever ask programmers what station should be included in the panel?

Does R&R ever ask anybody anything?

Nope. They just dictate. Whatever is best for R&R on any given day is what the R&R policy is…for that day. If the powers that be wake up in a different mood the next day, the policy changes.

So, what’s the problem? Shouldn’t R&R be able to do whatever it wants? Absolutely. If (and this is a big if) R&R’s policy didn’t affect the lives and well-being of the programmers and radio stations they pretend to serve. The sad fact is that for small radio stations, R&R status means promotional dollars. Many record companies still pay independent promoters based on whether or not a radio station is an R&R reporter.

Why? Good question, one most record company executives are asking themselves almost daily. More and more record companies are revising their deals with independent promoters. Already, record companies are relying on monitored airplay and retail record sales to determine radio stations that are important. Independent promoters should work with the record companies to decide what stations are important, then use Network 40 to track the airplay. Network 40’s panel includes all stations. Those interested may pick the ones important to them, not the stations a trade magazine deems important.

In the not-too-distant future, a radio station’s promotional support will be based upon the station’s ability to deliver exposure and sales to new product. When that time comes, R&R reporting status will be meaningless.

In the short term, however, for smaller stations, R&R means income through promotional considerations supplied by independents, who bill back their expenditures through agreements with record companies. When a station becomes an R&R reporter, the rewards are greater than merely status and recognition. The difference can be measured by the bottom line. So when a station manager projects his expenditures and income based on projections for promotional support, then loses the reporting status, the difference in the bottom line figures can be drastic.

Jobs and careers are threatened.

When will R&R’s stranglehold on radio end? When record companies refuse to pay independents based on the R&R panel. When will that begin? It already has. When will it be complete? Shortly.

Again, why does Network 40 care? Because we care about the future of radio and programmers. Judging by their latest move, those at R&R only care about stations and programmers in large markets. If you’re in a market that serves less than 150,000 people or so, you don’t exist. Did any of us start out in markets of that size?

Network 40 includes all programmers and stations that want to participate. This is our criteria. You want to join the party? The door is wide open. That’s great. The Monitor lists airplay based on its ability to monitor airplay in markets. It’s based on economics. That’s fair. At least, as a programmer, you know the criteria. R&R includes stations based on its own secret, constantly changing formula. That’s bullshit.

Independent promoters work small radio stations. They know that programmers move up. And relations move with them. Shouldn’t record companies reward radio stations that expose their product and sell records, regardless of size? Isn’t that what it’s all about? How is a station not important in February, becomes suddenly important in March, then drops back into oblivion in June because of the whims of a trade magazine? It’s beyond the pale.

Those in power at R&R have proven that they are not futuristic. Their only strength is that record companies still…reluctantly…use the R&R panel for independent promotion. That strength is ebbing quickly. When that policy ends, and the finish line is just around the corner, R&R will be finished as well. R&R has few friends in radio.

The best move R&R made was hiring Tony Novia. Tony is a radio guy. He’s trying hard. Record companies are supporting him because most believe he’ll wind up back in radio somewhere. So do we. Unfortunately, that isn’t reason enough to continue to support R&R’s archaic policies. Get a real job in a hurry, Tony. But make sure it’s in a market of over 150,000 people. Otherwise, nobody will care

Unless you report to Network 40.

Cagle For Congress

6/16/1995

In the past two weeks, I’ve had more political discussions that when I ran for Congress. For better or worse, those of us in the radio and record industries have been dragged kicking and screaming into the political arena. And judging from the majority of those involved in these discussions, most in our business are extremely limited in our knowledge of the real power that affects our everyday lives.

It’s time to go to school.

There is no required reading, except for these Editorials. The nature of our business is that most don’t (or don’t have time to) read. However, before you engage in a political dialogue and risk embarrassing yourself, you should prepare.

Tonight, rent three videos and watch them in this order: The Candidate, starring Robert Redford; Blaze, with Paul Newman; and Clear And Present Danger starring Harrison Ford.

You’ll glean an important overview from this group, but the real truth is summed up in one scene; When an official is asked what the administration wants, he answers, “This administration wants what every new administration wants…to get reelected.”

The most important fact you need to grasp is that politics is big business. The biggest. Forget Forbes 500. Politics is the real king. Always has been. Always will be. If you look at political posturing as merely posturing, you miss the big picture.

In the beginning, it’s about morals and beliefs. I believe very few get into politics to make money. Their reasons are varied, but most begin the trek with lofty intentions. Is there one who doesn’t start out wanting to right wrongs, correct injustices and make the ultimate difference in the lives of others? I think not. But somewhere along the way, it gets twisted.

Running for office changes a person. As a record person, you can almost relate. When a PD tells you he doesn’t like your record, it’s a blot, but it’s not personal. You’re promoting a product. As a candidate, you ask people to vote for you. When they say no, because they don’t like you, it’s personal. Very personal. And it hurts. Trust me. I speak from experience.

Magnify that by an opponent who is saying nasty things about you. You’re accused of being the worst in the world…a liar, a cheat, a totally worthless person.

Somewhere in the middle of the campaign, a candidate changes. It becomes less about loft ideals and more about winning the race. You can’t implement your grandiose plans unless you’re elected. It turns into ego and power. You’re better than your opponents. You want to beat the others. It’s eat or be eaten.

And if you’re elected, the twist becomes a full-scale, supersonic, Bell helicopter spin. As a PD, you think you have pressure from record promoters? Get real. A U.S. Senator gets wined, dined and pressured by the heads of the largest companies in the nation, by the richest men in the world, by presidents of foreign countries. Compare “please play this record because we really believe in this artist” with “if you don’t vote for this foreign aid package, a million people in my country will die of starvation.” Or, “If you play this record, we’ll send two of your winners to a concert,” with “Vote for this bill and my company will open a factory in your district and employ 10,000 people. On second thought, don’t try. There is no comparison.

Politics isn’t about business…it is the business. And the money spent on directing the business is obscene. The record industry spends a fortune on promotion. It’s not even a drop in the Congressional lobbying budget Money spent lobbying Congress makes the profits of the entire record industry look like a modest tip.

To run a successful political campaign, you have to have a message, an organization and cash. Not in that order. Your message means nothing unless the voters hear it and hear it enough to believe it. And hear it one more time to stimulate them to vote. How much money? As much as it takes. And sometimes that isn’t enough.

Do you wonder why politicians pay attention to special interest groups? They get out the vote. They help politicians get elected. They make contributions. Definitely not in that order.

Are you getting the picture?

With all due respect to our elected officials, nobody draws a crowd like a record star. Isn’t it time we got off our collective butts and let our voices and choices be heard? If the record and radio industries came together, we would have the most effective lobbying group in history.

Radio stations should have voter registration concerts. A person need only register to vote to attend. Every record sold should have a voter registration card attached. Every concert should have voter registration booths. Radio stations should promote and recording artists perform free at events where all money raised goes to a political action committee to lobby for our rights.

Can you imagine what would happen if we all united together to promote better government? A united effort on the part of the music world…those who write and perform it, and those who enjoy it, could make the fringe groups obsolete. In our democracy, majority rules, yet because of the political system, small minorities are capable of making an impact because they do something.

We’ve got a message, but that’s not enough. Our elected officials need to hear it. I suggest we start a political action committee to promote our beliefs. Let’s unite to support politicians who reflect our perspectives. Let’s vote. Let’s help them get elected. Let’s make contributions.

Since I’m the big-mouth who came up with this idea, I’ll get off my butt and make the first move. I’ll head the group. I’ll motivate the members. I’ll file the papers. I’ll even name it: the Totally United Political Action Committee.

TUPAC.

Are you with me?

On The Dole

6/9/1995

There’s a chill wind blowing through the entertainment industry, fueled by the cold front that’s building up in Washington, D.C. Politicians by the dozens are lining up for a run at the top spot and they’re doing whatever it takes to get a nod and some votes. The movie, record and radio industries should get ready to hunker low in the bunkers until this one blows over. But you better stack some rations, bud. This won’t be a summer squall. We could be sheltered in the basement surrounding the wood-burning stove for more than a year. Get fat now because there are some lean times ahead.

The symbiotic relationship between the radio and record industries is a hot house that provides the perfect environment for subterfuge, manipulation, back-stabbing and outright lies. Egos can run completely out of control.

Temptations lead easily to abuses. It’s understandable that the public might think, “Everything…all the time” is more than just a song lyric. To them, it could be our motto.

Because we’re in the spotlight, the average Joe thinks we toss money about like leaves falling from a large oak tree in autumn. The publicity we constantly seek sometimes backfires. We make an easy target.

To most of America, we’re all about lyrics and limos and baubles and beads…endless champagne and people who please…escargot from France and caviar by the pails… diamonds and glitter and fake fingernails.

We work in a wild business where only the strongest survive. It’s intense pressure on an hourly basis, a fast lane to success and excess that leaves lots of bodies bruised and buried in the ditch.

But as wild and crazy as our business seems, we can’t hold a candle to the carnival barkers who occupy the hallowed halls of Congress. The worst day in our industry would seem like a Sunday school picnic when compared to a normal evening on the banks of the Potomac.

Kansas statesman and Senate Majority Leader Robert Dole fired the first full frontal assault on our industry this past week while speaking in Los Angeles. Although Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich has been rattling his saber for months, it was Dole who, in a cheap (and successful) attempt to steal the headlines for a few brief moments it time, unsheathed the blade.

Reaching out for the lunatics on the fringe of the Republican Party, Dole blamed the moral decay of America totally on the movie and recording industries. Listening to Dole’s speech, one could believe that we are the cause of whatever is wrong with our country.

Let’s step up to the plate and accept our responsibility once and for all. He’s right. It was all of those John Wayne movies that caused Presidents of both parties and the House and Senate to escalate the war in Vietnam and split the nation in two. It had to be “Disco Inferno” that caused riots and arson. I’m sure the Village People were responsible for Iran taking American hostages…it couldn’t have been our foreign policy. Were the movies the reason we invaded Panama and Grenada? Dole might have us there. It was his good friend, fellow Republican and former screen star Ronald Regan, who was getting top billing at the time. And I know for a fact that Guns & Roses inspired the Gulf War.

Where is this guy coming from? He’s the top gun in the Senate where, until a few months ago, its members were not held to the same standards of non-discrimination that he voted for the rest of the country. Here’s a man who accuses the record and radio industries of fostering violence, yet is leading a movement to repeal the ban on assault weapons.

It’s all about power, pure and simple. Why else would two people in California spend over $30 million in a race for a job that pays $80,000 a year?

Go figure.

The entertainment industry is a reflection of our times, not a dictator of human actions. Do we promote violence and sexual abuse as Dole claims? I think not. Do we document human behavior? Absolutely. It’s easy to pick on the excesses, but for every “Cop Killer,” there’s “God Bless The USA.” For every “Natural Born Killer” there’s a “Schindler’s List.” Unlike Dole, we cover the entire spectrum.

And don’t think that this is just about national posturing. You are going to have to deal with it at your radio station. You can bet that certain records will be singled out by one coalition or another and you’ll be hearing from them. It’s not whether you play the records or not, but how you respond to the pressure you will receive. Now is the time to come up with a game plan.

With all of Dole’s recent rhetoric (which he tried to downplay the next day) against the entertainment industry and our righteous indignation in reaction, who should really shoulder the blame? We should. We are quick to call press conferences in defense, attend fund-raisers and write a check for our favorite candidate…we’re all about blowing hot air.

What we should do is vote.

Dole can’t be condemned because he panders to the fanatical fringes of his constituency. They are small in number…but they vote. They have weight. It has nothing to do with his beliefs. He’s just trying to get elected. He shouts to the right that he’ll be their champion, while whispering to the rest of us not to worry.

We should all be ashamed…the politicians for snooping to the lowest common denominator and the rest of us for making them. If the majority of us marshaled our resources, we could easily become an entity that could take on the NRA or those other powerful Washington lobbyists with a backward sweep of our left hand. We reach more people in a day than they do in a year. If half the people we reach actually voted, we would be a force.

The election is over a year away, but it’s not too early to begin our campaign. The politicians have already started. If all of us, regardless of party affiliation, work toward bringing political posturing back to the middle, those running for office could focus on the real problems of America and develop solutions. We need to champion the Mainstream.

That’s what Network 40 is all about.

Summer’s Coming

6/5/1995

Okay, I know its June and maybe this column is a month or two late, but if you’ve been following along for the past couple of weeks, you know it’s been strange in Los Angeles. And that includes the weather. It was Memorial Day Weekend before the thermometer broke 85 Dees-grees and the plain truth is that our environment more closely resembles that of San Francisco than hot, sunny Southern California. So forgive me if summer came a little late to L.A. and I have been a little slow to react to this latest Heat Wave. We are all products of our environment and I’ve been too bundled u against those freezing 60-Dees-grees winds to work on my tan…or on an Editorial about summer programming.

It is a fact that summer changes everything. You can have joy, you can have fun, you can have Seasons In The Sun, but be careful that you don’t turn this summer into a Season Of The Witch. You get Hot Blooded (check it and see) and it will Make You Sweat. No other season is more anticipated than summer. Except for those who are completely whacked out of the brains anticipating the winter so they can snow ski (and I’ve never trusted anyone who looks forward to frostbite and the possibility of broken bones), everyone looks forward to summer.

It is necessary to adjust the programming of your radio station to a sound more compatible with the changes in the lifestyles of your audience. School’s Out For Summer. People are spending more time outside. Swimming, hiking, picnics and such are the norm. So you’ve got to match your radio station to the mood. That’s the reason for this Editorial, to suggest some changes that might be helpful.

So the baseball strike dulled the expectations a little, but who cares? Most of the people I know use the games as an excuse to sit in a seat, drink a lot of beer, yell at the top of their lungs for no good reason and soak up a little sun. When The Heat Is On, standings don’t mean a thing until the World Series. By then, it’s almost winter, so in reality, the strike didn’t have that much effect.

Summertime And The Living Is Easy (fish are jumping and the cotton is high). I love that song, though I never understood how the cotton being high worked for or against who or what I would be doing for the long, hot months ahead. The living is definitely easier. You want to move slower in the summer…have to move slower. If not, you might burn yourself right out…fry yourself to a crisp…spontaneously combust in front of company. I don’t really know if the fish are jumping or not. It seems like those large-mouthed bass would be hugging the bottom, looking for a cool spring to chill their gills. Maybe the lyrics are referring to the late evening hours when those same bass might take a jump or two at low-flying insects. I could buy that in a stretch, but cotton being high?

For those of you who have never had the pleasure of picking cotton, let me assure you that although the actual labor might be a touch easier if the plants are larger, there is nothing pleasant about the actual picking, be it high or low.

It is a lead-pipe cinch that you can extend yourself forever, have an Endless Summer or go full-tilt boogie All Summer Long. Just Don’t Let The Sun Catch You Crying. Of course, you should have been preparing when it was Almost Summer, but remember, it’s never too late to catch up.

Whether or not you program on the far West Coast and have a Palisades Park or a Sausalito Summer Night, it’s always important to have Hot Fun In The Summertime on those Sunny Afternoons. You can have all the Boys Of Summer making a Bus Top to check out the California Girls in different station promotions. The bikini, Hot Legs and wet T-shirt contest might be old, but they aren’t broke, so there’s no need to fix them.

If your mind is a little hazy, all you have to do is take yourself back to Suddenly Last Summer and you’ll remember the promotions and Things We Did Last Summer to help you out. If there’s nothing else, you can always fall back on a Summer Of Love. Just don’t get too far off in dreamland and let your ego blow the lid off. It’s good to remember When You’re Hot, You’re Hot (and when you’re not, you’re not).

When it gets Too Hot, don’t forget that it’s Summer In The City. A free concert could work to cool things off. If you plan it down to the last detail, you can have everyone Dancing In The Streets. You just never know whether this season will be as famous as the Summer of ’42 or the Summer of ’69 until we’re into it.

Just because it’s cooking in the daylight hours, don’t forget those Summer Nights. There are plenty of Night Moves to be made, especially on those Hot Summer Nights. You could turn those slow, lazy evenings into Endless Summer Nights. When the Summer Wind comes rolling in, it’s amazing what can happen in the House Of The Rising Sun. An after-dark contest Up On The Roof could be very nice, especially if it’s Sealed With A Kiss.

Make sure your programming is upbeat and happy or you could be blamed for a Cruel Summer. And no matter how nice it is, don’t forget that things could get ugly. Every doctor will tell you that there ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues.

I could spend this entire column commenting (try saying that fast 10 times in a row) on internal changes you should make…like adjusting your clocks. Maybe it’s time to give those worn stopsets a break and schedule them in other parts of the hour. Give the audience a subliminal change as their habits change so they’ll start Groovin’ (on a Sunday afternoon). I urge you to be extremely careful with your air talent. When the Blackhole Sun burns down, everyone gets a little bit crazy and if your staff is good, they’re all teetering on the brink anyhow. When the thermometer hits the high notes, it might be just little thing to make them snap. Now is the time to give your hardest workers n extra day or two off. Buy them some Cheap Sunglasses. It will keep them fresher and might stop them from taking your head off with an AK47. Take the curtains down from the control room windows and Let The Sunshine In.

I was going to suggest some song titles you should program this summer, but I’ve run out of room. I guess I’ll See You In September, just Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me.