Up in the middle of the night again.
Gosh I love menopause-induced insomnia… not.
Actually, there’s a lot about it I love, weirdly. I enjoy the solitude & the quiet. With Leigh homeschooling now I am rarely alone, so that part of my nightowl routine is nice, but egad, it wrecks me for the next day. Ah well.
Anyway, I tuned into the Phil Hendrie show pre-show video cast and he’s been stuck on this rant about the radio business the last several times I’ve caught it and it brought me back. Straight down memory lane. So I did a web archive search for WJJZ.
Whadda ya know. It’s out there -> http://web.archive.org/web/19970427210333/http://www.wjjz.com/
It had the jingle, too! And it’s just like I remember! We had wicked cool jingles (most of the time – we had a few misses here and there, but mostly they were very, very, very cool, like this one featuring Al Jarreau, who, for the record, was neither particularly liked/disliked by me, but he just did a wicked good job on our jingles!).
Sometimes I miss those days so much it aches. I miss how much I loved it. I miss how much fun it was. I truly loved the music we played. Our little station went from being just another SJ outlet to being one of the most respected, and certainly one of the highest rated ones, and at the time, Philly was the #4 or #5 market – I can’t remember which, and, in fact, it may have been both. Anyway… with Janie in promotions, Ann programming, and Michael & Me & Desiree, and Frank! Oh Frank! Frank Childs doing our production and being our “utility” guy filling in everywhere and doing everything and doing it all with such expertise and good humor, we were a very special team. Very, very, VERY special. It was one of those happy coincidences in life when exactly the right people were doing exactly what they were born to do at exactly the right moment in time. I haven’t had as magical a professional experience before or since and I doubt, surely at this point in my life, that I ever will again.
When I left, in the spring of 1998, I was pregnant with the twins. I knew what I was giving up. I wouldn’t change a thing. I made the right decision and would do it again… but man… those were golden days. Hard. There were some very, very hard days, but damn. Good, golden days.
AFTERTHOUGHT: I had to come back and insert a favorite memory I’ve talked about repeatedly over the years. At one of our last station functions, a circle of us did $17 per shot tequila… TEN of us. THREE rounds. On Ann’s expense account. These were the go-go ’90’s when money was falling out of the sky, everybody had expense accounts, and life was very, very good financially.