My Life Measured in Radios

               image from Nostalgic New Orleans Collection Shop, Cafe Press
     When I was maybe five, my dad taught me to say this:
“Coming to you from the beautiful Blue Room high atop the Roosevelt Hotel in downtown New Orleans.”
     I had no idea what it meant, I just knew that when I’d say it he’d laugh, so I said it all the time. Later I learned it was the intro to a radio program he’d listened to at night for years, broadcast on WWL radio in New Orleans from an actual place called the Blue Room, in the actual Roosevelt Hotel.
     The program featured musicians like Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, Count Basie and Ray Charles. I never saw any photos of the Blue Room as he was describing it to me, and now when I do, they’re no match for the pictures he painted for me in my mind as he described what he’d heard on the radio as he sat listening in the dark.
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     He told me you could hear the tinkling of glasses between songs, and the laughter and conversations of the people in the club. Such a great storyteller was he: I can still remember him telling me if you listened very closely, you could hear the women’s skirts rustle as they danced by the microphone.
     He taught me even more about letting radio take you somewhere you’d never been as we listened to Cardinal games from KMOX in St. Louis. On summer nights in the living room, with the windows open and the lights out, he told me to listen to the sounds of the game and the fans, not the announcers. To this day, I still do that when I listen to baseball on the radio.
     He made sure I had my own radio as soon as it was feasible.
     It happened to be feasible on my first communion day in second grade. Catholic tradition dictates that on the day you eat your first communion host, you also get a bunch of money and gifts. It’s only logical that I should have gotten a radio. I still think maybe it was the best present I’ve ever gotten.
     My new transistor looked like this:
     I took it everywhere with me, immediately. I can remember sitting on a swing in my neighbor’s backyard trying to figure out how to hold onto the swing and the radio at the same time.
     The station the cool kids in Iowa were listening to then was KIOA, “nine four-deeee” from Des Moines. The first songs I remember hearing over and over were “A Hard Day’s Night” and “Needles and Pins.”
     KIOA was fantastic. Their DJs had names like Sandy Shore and were known as “The Good Guys.”
     It was sunny daytime music. It was upbeat positive energy. It was top 40 radio. And they played the Chicken Man series, probably my first introduction to satire. We kept KIOA on the loud speakers all day at the swimming pool snack bar where I spent every waking hour of childhood summers, working and hanging out.
     In the late 60s I ventured down the dial on my little radio, from 940 to 1090, and found KAAY in Little Rock, Arkansas. That’s when everything changed.
     KAAY 1090 was a 50,000 watt station that reached way beyond Arkansas. One night I heard something unlike anything else that had been coming out of the little Arvin.
     Yep, Clyde Clifford reached all the way from Little Rock and grabbed me and shook me silly that night with his 11 pm show called Beaker Street.
     Beaker Street was an FM-style program on AM radio. Back then, we called it “underground.” Clyde played stuff you wouldn’t normally hear in Iowa. And albums. ALBUMS. We’d just started buying albums instead of 45s, but nobody was playing them on the radio, not on AM anyway.
     Clyde had these sound effects he’d play between songs to create a real spacey vibe while also drowning out the loud transmitter in the background. His show was trippy, full of long pauses and obscure drug references that went over my head. But I knew something was up.
     Quite a progression from the Blue Room high atop the Roosevelt Hotel, n’est pas?
     Oh, and by then I was listening on the likes of these:
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     Again, gifts from my dad. He worked for a company that sold electronics among other things, so I was the beneficiary of some of the latest devices.
     The one above was called the Panapet, and the one below the Toot-a-Loop.
     I still have both of them. All I need’s a 9-volt battery and we can roll.

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     You could carry the Toot-a-Loop like a purse or wear it like a bracelet, or twist it and set it on your desk. I never was crazy about this one. I learned I liked my radios to look like radios. But very cutting edge, none the less.
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     When the day came that I had to drag my own self out of bed in the mornings (high school) I graduated to clock radios. This one, in fact. We were a Panasonic household.
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     I still listened to KAAY but also dialed into WABC from New York City. It faded in and out, but it was a major thrill for me at that time to know I was listening to the same stuff as kids in New York. Who needed the damn internet to be connected?
     Cousin Brucie and Chuck Leonard were my late night homeboys from WABC music radio 77 AM.
     Chuck Leonard. He’d say, “This is Chuck Leonard, sneakin it to ya.” I said that once at a party in college in Iowa City and got blank stares in response. That sealed it. I knew then I was a radio geek.
     Chuck always sounded like he was smiling, and he’d play songs “for the girls up at Bard” and places like that…places that were a million miles away from me in Iowa, literally and figuratively, if you’ll pardon the cliche.
     I learned so much from the radio then. Some nights I’d get tired of music, and prefer talk. But back then, there was very little talk radio on the air. It must have been a lot harder to convince a station owner that you had something to say back then.
     I came across a guy in Salt Lake City on KSL named Herb Jepko. He had a show called “Nitecaps.” I’ve never admitted to anyone before that I listened to this. People like me who listened were called “The Nitecappers.” You could call Herb and talk about anything as long as it wasn’t controversial. Can you imagine? Somehow it must have been a relief to me in the midst of my teen age wasteland to hear old ladies talking about jello recipes in the middle of the night. I have no other explanation.
     We’re getting to a post length here where I know I’ll be losing you soon. Anyone still here?
     Let’s fast forward through what I listened to in college. Ima let you paint those pictures in your own head. I’m sure you can. It was the 70s. Need I say more?
     I still need to tell you about some more stuff I’ve learned from AM radio. Next time.
     As for now, I really miss concocting late night images in my mind of those impossibly elegant people dancing and partying the night away, way down in New Orleans.
     Somebody should figure out a way to bring that back.
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     More transistor love here and here.

10 thoughts on “My Life Measured in Radios

  1. My heart stopped when I saw the Panapet and the Toot-a-Loop, then I had to chuckle. I didn't know their names, but I also owned both of them and I had completely forgotten about them…. long before I started walking around the block with my HUGE boom box on my shoulder, AC/DC blaring in my ear.
    Thanks for the memories, old lady:)


  2. Your post made me smile. I have very vivid memories of being sent to bed early on Sundays (because of that little thing called “school” on Monday mornings). But I was allowed to listen to the radio before I fell asleep. It was always Casey Kasem's top 40. I *loved* that! And all those long distance dedications? Swoon. 🙂


  3. Ah, the not so anonymous Bob, just waiting to use that comment one day. xo

    Robin, Alan Freed didn't make it as far as the Midwest, dang. But his legend did:)

    Julie and Tracy and Debbie, thanks so much for your comments. So good to know there are other people who can still identify with a transistor radio.

    Gotta go, time to find the Walkman and go for a jog.


  4. Great post Kitty!
    I have always been an early bird and pretty much always wake before 5am – even when I was a kid. So I had a tiny orange tranny(that's what we called them in the UK in the early 70s) The only radio I could get at 5am was radio Scotland and they played very strange music(not popular music) from the 60s. Funny thing is that I still remember about 4 terrible songs that they payed over and over. I guess i was about 8 yrs old – I had one of those ear pieces(for just 1 ear.) It was very comforting to hear those silly songs every morning. We also used to listen to Radio Luxemburg(Luxxy) at night – we thought we were so cool – Annie Nightingale was our hero!


  5. I love when I fall behind on my reading only to discover the little treasures that have been awaiting me all along. Like Bruce Machart's “Wake of Forgiveness” on my nightstand for four months. Like this lovely post in my Google reader for three weeks.


    (And P.S. I had that phone!)


  6. Oh the Panasonic – I think that's the one we had when I was growing up. We lived on an 80 acre hobby farm and my dad loved his WCCO. When he'd turn on the radio and there would be some static, I think his comment would be something like, “S**t, looks like I'll be walking the fence today!” – every time there was a short in the fence, there would be a glitch in the radio transmission… And the Walkman comments? Mom and dad forced my brother and I to leave our Walkmans at the hotel during our first BIG family vacation to Walt Disney World. I remember my brother being furious about that… Thanks for digging into my past without really meaning to!


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