Tag: WZZQ

  • Bagna càuda

    Memories of a New Year’s party I used to always go to, and the Italian garlic sauce it always featured.

  • Playing by radio’s rules

    When I was in my 20s, I worked part-time for a radio station. Read how the full-time staff put me firmly in my place, live on the air.

  • It’s a shame what’s happened to radio

    I signed off the air for the last time 20 years ago tomorrow, capping a nine-year side career on the radio. People still sometimes ask me if I miss being a disk jockey, and for a long time I always wistfully answered yes. But not anymore. It’s not that I would be rusty as heck after all these…

  • In a heck of a spot

    A classic from 2010. When I grew up on Rabbit Hill, not only could I never have imagined that I’d still be in touch with some of the kids I knew then, but I would never have guessed how they would turn out as adults. One neighborhood boy, my brother’s best friend since 1972, grew…

  • Playing by radio’s rules

    I’ve found that after I write a story from my life here, I tend to retell the story in person in much the same way – to the story’s benefit, as writing it makes me work out its structure. I told this story in a gathering not long ago, which reminded me that I wrote it…

  • Four hours reduced to nine minutes

    My buddy and former radio co-worker John has been going through the tapes he recorded of his shows, making videos of them with photos from the stations he worked and posting them on Facebook. It inspired me to do one of my own. The aircheck in this video is from Sunday, June 24, 1994. I…

  • In a heck of a spot

    When I grew up on Rabbit Hill, not only could I never have imagined that I’d still be in touch with some of the kids I knew then, but I would never have guessed how they would turn out as adults. One neighborhood boy, my brother’s best friend since 1972, grew up to write copy.…

  • It’s a shame what’s happened to radio

    I haven’t been on the air in almost 15 years, but people still ask me sometimes if I’d like to be a disk jockey again. Until a few years ago, I always wistfully answered yes. Not anymore. It’s not that I would be rusty as heck after all these years – and boy, would I…

  • Playing by radio’s rules

    I was once a part-time DJ at Terre Haute’s only rock radio station, the number two station in town. There I learned the two rules of radio – don’t date your listeners, and part-timers are in the lowest caste – in the most humiliating way.