Artistically draped frowers on the framework enclosing the all-holy RECEIVER
Can radio be spooky? Let's find out!
Powers really leaned into all-radio-windows, all-the-time, didn't they?
One more of these:
From a radio magazine in 1934, some gen-u-wine stumpers!
Oh heck, have another.
Because it's Friday on a Hiatus week, that means, of course . . .
I don't know where I got these. The usenet, perhaps, long ago. They're all soundchecks from 1969, the Year of the Cusp. Manic AM wacky stuff with FX and news and weather and booming voices, many of whom we can ID today.
There's something very 1969 about this - the not entirely over-intellegent woman and the presumably nebbishy guy.
It's MSG.
Here's a melange: announcer, cigarette commercial, announcer ID.
Jack Gale's remarkable career as a radio performer, programmer, owner, voice-over talent, music publisher, manager and record producer spans more than 50 years. Born in Baltimore in 1925, Gale started in radio prior to the emergence of rock 'n' roll and the Top 40 format.
He joined WAYS in '65, and was the Number One morning guy for miels around.
This starts out with a maddening effect, then slides into a familiar voice:
Of course it's him.
You get a sense of how frenetic and mad radio was.
As for THE OCEAN THE OCEAN, that would be Bobby Ocean.
Some more Jack Gale, with a Big Star Supermarket ad:
Again, this is just crazy.
That'll do! Back on Monday, and hope you enjoyed a break from the routine.
Oh, right - the radio star. As I said, you might not recognize him . . . but you might remember his son.