"Radio Daze"

"Gosh honey that's some weird shit on there tonight."

Thinking of my radio past. I remember sometimes some of the gang when we were all on together,...we had separate programs. However from time to time we'd end up at the station at the same time, and would end up on the air in the middle of the night.

Management didn't care at all about after mid-night shows. They figured being the Commie/Nazi/PC shit heads they were. That all good comrade listeners were asleep so the could get up early to work at the people's tractor factory.

This was fine by us.

This lack of interest in what the PC crowd called the "Bad Element" gave us the freedom to do some of the best overnight radio in the New York market. We proudly called ourselves "The Bad Elephants".

There was a downside. When the mainstream press found out about some of us this could get one canceled. We had the understanding that if we let the New York Times culture page interview any of us it was the kiss of death.

It was.

A few months later we would be canceled. Reasons unofficially given was that we'd no longer served the "People". Yeah at that place towards the turn of the century, and later was run by left extreme dirt bags...which is how they went bankrupt. From snazzy Wall Street offices, and studios. They now cower in a one non-sound proof studio back office in Brooklyn.

However they still serve the revolution.

They went from the most listened to FM station in NY. Which we were when I joined up in the late 1970's. To a station whose audience numbers cannot be put on a chart it's so tiny. Last I hears they have a combined listenership of 3000 individual listeners per week,...that's a week, not an hour.

Some one should tell them a 1970's radical, and pc race revolution format won't sell. Even their grudgingly allowed gay show sucks shit. As the last Art Director said before that department was abolished. "What kind of Queers are these? They don't even like Show Music!"

Btw I know all this will only be of interest to the few out there that were fans of this un-named station. That's okay I'm just venting.

Anyway what I wanted to say about my pals getting together on the air at the same time is that in the middle of whatever serious or weird things we were doing we'd suddenly Howl like wolves together.

"We Howled Brightly Loudly into the Dark Mid-Night with Joy!"

I just remembered this.

Sorry for all the grim history of stupid management...it comes up when I think of them times.

There were more happy things. We used to have Bar-B-Q's on the roof in snow storms we went together to the nude beach every summer...we were a lot younger then, and worth looking at. We had as guests the who's who of the arts, and weird politics of the era.

That, and we 'never' celebrated Mugabe's birthday which the daytime comrades did every year.

I don't know who, but somebody called the FBI on a bunch of fuck heads at the station few days after 9/11.

Some one dropped a dime on them traitors that were praising on air the terrorist that crashed planes into the Towers. Saying as how their heroes hit "the belly of the beast", and how "we deserved it".

Really even the busboys that jumped,...their clothes on fire as they did?

Really?

Gee who could have done that. ...dropped that dime? FBI with cops, and all came to visit the comrades. That was really too bad.

Aw well.

Meanwhile we Howled with Free Spirited Delight into the Night!