Port Orange Jock

One upstate New York man's successful journey through life doing the only jobs he ever loved. Being a Radio personality,(with one long side trip through the Postal Service).

Location: Port Orange, Florida, United States

Sunday, May 29, 2005

For me it all began in the early 1950's in my basement in Webster, New York with a turntable and an old microphone. I was automatically hooked and would never be the same again. Other kids would be out playing while I would slip down into my basement world and pretend to be a jock on WBBF or cousin Brucie on WABC in the big apple. I was an average student with only one thought in mind. Becoming old enough to go to Radio School. As a child, I was lucky enough to be born into a very musical family. My father had been offered a chance to be a jock thru the night at the only 50,000 watt clear channel AM station in the city. For some strange reason, he turned that down to open up 2 record stores. I guess he loved one side of the business and I loved the other. Meanwhile, my cousin, Bill S, was going to Radio stations trying to get them to play certain records. Yes, payola was very rampant in those days and everyone did it. He would often take me along knowing that I just had to meet the jocks. As I entered high school, I took every Radio course available to me and learned a lot about the business. The first 2 things were these. First, I learned I wasn't a salesman. I was much better at things behind the scenes. Second, I learned that no matter what form of the Media you get into(Radio,TV,Recording,Theater,Movies or Journalism), it's unfortunate but you have to have a super ego because you have to sell yourself in order to land the job. Unless of course your father would be the boss. End of Chapter 1.