Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
Posted:
Mar 8, 2025 - 9:16pm
oldviolin wrote:
Like, affirmative, or heck yeah. either one.
I remember I was a KLRB listener which was where William was at that time I think. Distinctive timbre in speaking voices stick. I never got to hear him work KFAT. On to Germany by then. Different radio worlds from that angle. I have a gold mine of samples misplaced somewhere inc KFAT and some KLRB, KSAN, numerous others. Quality won't be that good of course but now they're almost artful. I have an AFN syndicated radio program current at the time @'75 of a Keith Moon interview where he talks about, among other things, his love of beach music, etc. He was so much more that the façade of a lunatic. A true artist, like so very many others. But I digress...
I was turned onto KFAT either by some hippie folk I made friends with in Pacific Grove where I holed up off duty, or a soldier friend, Oscar. This Tennessee Oscar and his wife got transferred from Ft Ord before I did. Sadly when they had to leave their kitty had gotten scared of the hub bub and they couldn't find her. Mrs. Oscar pleaded with me to find her and bring with me across the country and drop her off, as I was to pass that way myself on the way to NC a month later. So I did.
It's mid November of 1976. 21 year old me, my Army world, early style boom box and radio recordings from all over in that time, 300 vinyl LPs, a '74 Kawasaki H2 triple, and a renegade cat, all in a borrowed van with a giant graphic AFRO/Power To The People decal on the side, married to I 40 for 3000 miles. It's ok. I had Thai-sticks. Spent that first night or part of it by an overlook in Albuquerque, NM.
There is another Oscar, Oscar Meyers aka "The Wiener King" who was originally from Ohio and was a pal later in Germany. I think it was a name thing but he liked to tout otherwise, hence his legendary if mythic self rendering lol.
He was a witness to a separate and second incident of the smashing of my nose to my face while stumbling drunk off a high dive and doing a jacknorf. You think an elbow to the face hurts, try a knee, especially your own. Cold water kept me conscious but my sinuses were a mess lol. The first occurred with the snowball encased 2lb. chunk of concrete to the forehead caper. Boys playing rough. BTW exhibit A is currently painted gold and sitting on a shelf sans bloody snow having melted long ago...lol
I realize I have told those stories one way or another numerous times in the past almost 19 years but I suppose I'm weaving them around and through because maybe they eventually connect if for no reason than to point me somewhere. Here perhaps. Here I can flesh out other tones or bits of shadow. Plus music of my soul. I make a far better friend than I do an enemy. I strive to be there and then.
Wait. What were we talking about? Oh. KFAT. Might be too much man. I'm not sure. Am I linear thinking it too much possibly?
More great stories from the great story master.
It must have been a great trip cross country with a renegade cat.
Wow. November '76... Debbie and I were married for a whole 5 months by then.
Music is definitely the tie that binds.
I love the story behind the making of that station I.D. from the KFAT story book.
I even have a copy on my playlist of it.
It always seems to segue well into my random next song.
Man. I should have been a DJ.
But as JohnErle (past listener, turned DJ, turned world traveler) once said... "I have the face for radio. But not the voice."
Besides, I love music to much to make a job out of it. And I like to get paid for my work.
Like, affirmative, or heck yeah. either one.
I remember I was a KLRB listener which was where William was at that time I think. Distinctive timbre in speaking voices stick. I never got to hear him work KFAT. On to Germany by then. Different radio worlds from that angle. I have a gold mine of samples misplaced somewhere inc KFAT and some KLRB, KSAN, numerous others. Quality won't be that good of course but now they're almost artful. I have an AFN syndicated radio program current at the time @'75 of a Keith Moon interview where he talks about, among other things, his love of beach music, etc. He was so much more that the façade of a lunatic. A true artist, like so very many others. But I digress...
I was turned onto KFAT either by some hippie folk I made friends with in Pacific Grove where I holed up off duty, or a soldier friend, Oscar. This Tennessee Oscar and his wife got transferred from Ft Ord before I did. Sadly when they had to leave their kitty had gotten scared of the hub bub and they couldn't find her. Mrs. Oscar pleaded with me to find her and bring with me across the country and drop her off, as I was to pass that way myself on the way to NC a month later. So I did.
It's mid November of 1976. 21 year old me, my Army world, early style boom box and radio recordings from all over in that time, 300 vinyl LPs, a '74 Kawasaki H2 triple, and a renegade cat, all in a borrowed van with a giant graphic AFRO/Power To The People decal on the side, married to I 40 for 3000 miles. It's ok. I had Thai-sticks. Spent that first night or part of it by an overlook in Albuquerque, NM.
There is another Oscar, Oscar Meyers aka "The Wiener King" who was originally from Ohio and was a pal later in Germany. I think it was a name thing but he liked to tout otherwise, hence his legendary if mythic self rendering lol.
He was a witness to a separate and second incident of the smashing of my nose to my face while stumbling drunk off a high dive and doing a jacknorf. You think an elbow to the face hurts, try a knee, especially your own. Cold water kept me conscious but my sinuses were a mess lol. The first occurred with the snowball encased 2lb. chunk of concrete to the forehead caper. Boys playing rough. BTW exhibit A is currently painted gold and sitting on a shelf sans bloody snow having melted long ago...lol
I realize I have told those stories one way or another numerous times in the past almost 19 years but I suppose I'm weaving them around and through because maybe they eventually connect if for no reason than to point me somewhere. Here perhaps. Here I can flesh out other tones or bits of shadow. Plus music of my soul. I make a far better friend than I do an enemy. I strive to be there and then.
Wait. What were we talking about? Oh. KFAT. Might be too much man. I'm not sure. Am I linear thinking it too much possibly?
I love the story behind the making of that station I.D. from the KFAT story book.
I even have a copy on my playlist of it.
It always seems to segue well into my random next song.
Man. I should have been a DJ.
But as JohnErle (past listener, turned DJ, turned world traveler) once said... "I have the face for radio. But not the voice."
Besides, I love music to much to make a job out of it. And I like to get paid for my work.
It's like going somewhere to get hurt on purpose and not being disappointed. Gotta love self fulfillment. Damn I love being alive!
edit...ugh... my eyes just crossed reading my own freaking thoughts! lol
anyway shut up
Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
Posted:
Mar 4, 2025 - 4:44pm
oldviolin wrote:
Yes. Avid listener in '75-'76 here. The world still doesn't know the true ramifications. Part two might be loaded with dice.
Anyhow, one thing ends so another can begin. Tune up your flux capacitor and get ready. If it's anything like those and subsequent years of yore...lol...
Things could get different...
I love the story behind the making of that station I.D. from the KFAT story book.
I even have a copy on my playlist of it.
It always seems to segue well into my random next song.
Man. I should have been a DJ.
But as JohnErle (past listener, turned DJ, turned world traveler) once said... "I have the face for radio. But not the voice."
Besides, I love music to much to make a job out of it. And I like to get paid for my work.
Would you please tell me more detail about whatâs in store with KFAT radio. William made mention recently of it after a classic (unknown to me) track that had the rough edges of early rockâs experimentation. I cannot find info in the various articles based on titles. Makes me think fondly of KUOW (Seattle) evening university DJs opening avenues into styles of music that changed my world. Hope this message gets throughâ¦
Yes. Avid listener in '75-'76 here. The world still doesn't know the true ramifications. Part two might be loaded with dice.
Anyhow, one thing ends so another can begin. Tune up your flux capacitor and get ready. If it's anything like those and subsequent years of yore...lol...
Things could get different...
Would you please tell me more detail about whatâs in store with KFAT radio. William made mention recently of it after a classic (unknown to me) track that had the rough edges of early rockâs experimentation. I cannot find info in the various articles based on titles. Makes me think fondly of KUOW (Seattle) evening university DJs opening avenues into styles of music that changed my world. Hope this message gets throughâ¦
