September
13, 2006
Awakening
the DJ Inside Me
When it comes to the radio in my car, I’m a card-carrying
button-pusher. It probably has something to do with my attention span,
which is about as long as a gnat’s eyelash. It also might have something
to do with my incredibly eclectic musical tastes.
When I’m tooling to work in the morning and returning home in the
afternoon, I drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on
the radio dial.
American radio — bless its soul — plays right into my roaming hand
because there are, according to the latest edition of Broadcasting &
Cable Yearbook, nearly 9,000 FM stations and more than 4,800 AM
stations bouncing around out there.
Country music, I discovered, is the most popular radio format. The adult
contemporary format is second followed by Christian music, Top 40 hits,
classical, jazz, blues and so on. Less-common formats include
agriculture, bluegrass music and Arabic, French, Greek and Chinese
formats.
As far as I’m concerned it’s format schmormat. I like ’em all.
Needless to say, my frenzied button-pushing habit when I’m in the car
has a tendency to drive my passengers insane as we tool down the
interstate at 65 miles per hour.
“For gosh sakes leave the radio on one station,” pleads my wife Sally,
slapping my hand as I reach over to change the station for the umpteenth
time. But, with all my practice, I beat her to the punch just about
every time.
Speed is definitely an asset for the devout radio button-pusher because
the faster you are, the more songs you can cram into a short trip to the
grocery, or a cross-country vacation drive.
Twirling
the radio dial as I do also helps me avoid all those dorky commercial
spots featuring screaming used-car dealers.
Another
reason I’m so adept at dial-twirling may have something to do with the
fact that when I was in high school in the 1950s, I dreamed of being a
radio broadcaster.
Back then, rock ‘n’ roll was taking America by storm and it seemed like
everybody was listening to the radio. My high school — Central
High in Flint, Michigan — had its own radio station where students
studied broadcasting.
The station
had the call letters WCHS and the station piped its programs into the
school. The low-watt station was a fun, exciting place. As student
broadcasters, we served as on-air hosts and produced and directed our
own shows, created public service announcements hyping upcoming school
events and wrote and acted in radio dramas.
In short, the WCHS staffers were really cool guys and gals, and most of
us harbored dreams of going into broadcasting after graduation.
Though several of my friends and fellow school radio jocks, including
Dave `Arms’ Thompson and Mike “Mike at the Mike” Gaylord, went on to
make radio broadcasting their careers, I tried, too, but failed. At age
18, I accepted a $25-a-week position as a copy boy at The Flint
Journal, which led to my first newspaper reporting job.
Now that
I’m older and wiser and dedicated to twirling the dial whenever I’m
listening to my car radio, I’ve noticed it has produced some rather
interesting results. Like the time I tuned in a rural Indiana station
with a morning show host who frequently sang along — and, I might add,
badly too — with the record that was playing.
Then there
was the Wednesday morning recently when I was able to spin the dial from
a Brahms lullaby to the vintage rock song “Roll Over Beethoven” in a
split second.
Now that’s talent.
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