04/04/2026
We're all ready to send radio to the graveyard. It's hard to find in new cars, it still disappears in tunnels, so many of the jocks are talking to you from someplace else, some corporation is running things and force feeding us music we've heard a thousand times.
But we've been here before. The early 80s were frightening for those of us on the air, and for one big reason: MTV. But we lived together, and grew together, just like television did with radio years before, just like movies did with television, just like Elvis did with the Beatles. One changed the other, but they didn't go away.
It was all so innocent when I first got on the air back in the late 70s. Radio was the original social media, the rabbi, the priestess of music and entertainment, and it was personal. The jocks were ours, the music, ours. The times, unique.
A few years back, I published a novel centered on a jock who fell into the madness and flew in circles trying to find out where he fit in, and from those innocent beginnings grew adventures that would have gone untold were it not for brave souls like ME, ready to spill the beans and tell all. Except, it's a novel. It's simply not true. LIes, I tell you, all lies! But hey, it could have happened, and the stories will ring true to anyone who lived then, or now, or now and then.
Grab a copy before someone in the government burns it. Ask Bob Newhart, or Shadoe Stevens, or Gary Bryan, or Broadway Bill Lee. I think you'll love it, too. And maybe you'll keep listening to radio!
https://www.amazon.com/Love-Radio-adventure-media-crazed-sex-obsessed/dp/1952483077