[JPL] You know you're an Aging Radio DJ when:

Basso at aol.com Basso at aol.com
Mon May 4 21:38:25 EDT 2009


 
You know you're an Aging Radio DJ  when: 
 
You were first hired by a GM who actually worked in radio before becoming  
GM. 
 
Radio stations were no place for kids. 
 
You excitedly turn the radio up at the sound of "dead air" on the  
competitor's station. 
 
Sales guys wore Old Spice to cover the smell of liquor. 
 
You were playing Elvis' number one hits when he was alive. 
 
Engineers could actually fix things without sending them back to the  
manufacturer. 
 
You worked for only ONE station, and you could name the guy who owned it. 
 
You remember when normal people listened to AM radio, and only "hippies"  
listened to FM. 
 
Radio stations used to have enough on-air talent to field a softball team  
every summer. 
 
You're at least 10 years older than the last two GM's who fired you. 
 
You used to smoke in a radio station and nobody cared. 
 
Engineers always had the worst body odor, not because they worked too hard, 
 but because they just didn't shower that often. 
 
You can name at least 2 receptionists that you dated who now have  
grandchildren. 

 
You know the difference between good reel-to-reel tape and cheap  
reel-to-reel tape. 
 
Religious radio stations were locally owned, run by an old Protestant  
minister and his wife, never had more than 20 listeners at any given time, and  
still made money. 
 
You have a white wax pencil, a razor blade, and a spool of 3M splicing tape 
 in your desk drawer - - just in case. 
 
You know people who actually listened to baseball games on the radio. 
 
You can post a record, run down the hall, go to the bathroom, and be back  
in 2:50 for the segue. 
 
The new guy you're training has never listened to an AM station. He  
couldn't even name one in his own home town if his life depended on it. 
 
You knew exactly where to put the tone on the end of a carted song. 
 
You spent most of the time on Friday nights giving out the high school  
football scores. And when they weren't phoned-in, you got really pissed off. 
 
You never thought twice about drinking from the same bottle with another  
DJ. 
 
You only did "make-goods" if the client complained. Otherwise, who cares? 
 
You can remember the name of the very first "girl" that was hired in your  
market as a DJ. (Margaret? Leilani? ) 
 
Somebody would say, "You have a face for radio", and it was still funny. 
 
Sixty percent of your wardrobe has a station logo on it. 
 
You always had a screwdriver in the studio so you could take a fouled- up  
cart apart at a moment's notice. 
 
Agents were people like James Bond and the Man From Uncle. 
 
You would spend hours splicing and editing a parody tape until it was "just 
 right", but didn't give a damn how bad that commercial was you recorded. 
Hey, I  can only work with what they give me, right? 
 
You still refer to CDs as "records". 
 
Dinner? Let's see what the last shift left for me in the refrigerator. 
 
Your family thinks you're successful, but you know better. 
 
You played practical jokes on the air without fear of lawsuits. 
 
You answer your home phone with the station call letters. 
 
You used to fight with the news guy over air-time. After all, what was more 
 important: your joke about your ex-wife, or that tornado warning? 
 
You knew how to change the ribbon on the teletype machine, but you hated to 
 do it because "...that's the news guy's job." 
 
You had listeners who only tuned in for the news, and not you. You could  
never figure that out. 
 
You know at least 3 people in sales that take credit for you keeping your  
job. 
 
You remember when "Rock" wasn't a bunch of guys who look and sound more  
like girls. 
 
You have several old air-check cassettes in a cardboard box in your closet  
that you wouldn't dream of letting anyone hear anymore, but, you'll never 
throw  them out or tape over them. Never! 
 
You can still see scars on your finger when you got cut using a razor blade 
 and cleaned out the cut with head-cleaning alcohol and an extra long 
cotton swab  on a wooden stick. 
 
You still have dreams of a song running out and not being able to find the  
control room door. 
 
You've ever told a listener "Yeah. I'll get that right on for you." 
 
You have a couple of old transistor radios around the house with corroded  
batteries inside them. 
 
People who ride in your car exclaim, "Why is your radio so loud?" 
 
You remember how upset people used to get about Richard Nixon. 
 
You have at least 19 pictures of you with famous people whom you haven't  
seen since, and wouldn't know you today if you bit 'em on the ass. 
 
You wish you could have been on "Name That Tune" because you would have won 
 a million bucks. 
 
You even REMEMBER "Name That Tune". 
 
You were a half an hour late for an appearance and blamed it on the  
directions you received from the sales person. 
 
You've run a phone contest and nobody called, so you made up a name and  
gave the tickets to your cousin. 
 
You remember when people actually thought radio was  important.




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