To play or not to play, that was the question that was kinda going through my mind as I awaited the arrival of my son Curtis at the St. Boniface Hospital. Even though at the time I was only a radio rookie, I loved it and so far wasn’t interfering with my playing in a band. However, I had a feeling that before long, it probably would.
Anyway, the whole adventure began at my birthday dinner with my wife and parents when suddenly Lana’s water broke, so we head to the St Boniface Hospital. Upon our arrival, I was directed to the waiting room. In those days expectant fathers weren’t welcome in the birthing rooms. (I have no idea why they want to go in there now?)
As I waited and waited and waited for the arrival of my son, the more excited, I got about all the fun things we were going to do together. The only question I had was, how old should he be when I take him to his first Blue Bomber game?”
After what already seemed like forever, one of the nurses finally suggested that there was no need for me to hang around, it looked like it was going to be a long night.
Thankfully, my good friend Jim Coghill who also worked at CKY (pictured above) lived nearby, and we spent the evening toasting my son’s arrival which was going to be a hell of a birthday present. I, of course, continued to check in with the hospital hourly and when they finally told me that I should return. When I hurried back, unfortunately, it was a false alarm, so I decided to take a nap in the waiting room.
A few hours later, I awoke to the sound of somebody called my name. Still half asleep, I noticed a nurse standing there holding what looked like a wee alien in her arms. The unfortunate thing was all covered in goop and appeared to have a misshapen head, and while still trying to clear my head, I heard her say, “Congratulations Mr. Johns you’re the proud father of a baby….” Now, this is where it gets weird because it didn’t sound at all like she said baby boy or son. Suddenly, I realized that she had said, baby girl. Huh! A daughter, what the hell do you do with them?
Happy Birthday, Candis, I love you. xoxoxo.
(Pictured above recently celebrating our birthdays together in California, skiing in Vermont, graduation day at UCLA, and after she completed the Iron Man)
Wives are the most expensive women on earth.
Imagine how great America would be if there were no Lobbyists.
I think the only way the Democrats have a shot at the White House is if Elizabeth Warren is their candidate. America is ready for a female president, and if she now claims that she’s a lesbian instead of an Indian, she’s a shoo-in.
You’re at your happiest when you’re grateful.
Have you ever noticed that the only people who want to talk to you on the phone now are the people who are trying to sell you something?
Do druggies ever notice that the people who sell them the drugs don’t do drugs?
In the beginning, the radio station is always bigger than the act.
Ken Sebastion Singer: Wow George, thanks for the memories of CKOM. What an amazing story. I remember that the station wouldn’t financially back the cost of a new music service or station imaging package. So at a jock meeting, we decided we would do some “record hops” and turned over our fees to make initial payments on the new services. Management, feeling a bit embarrassed, finally agreed to buy the tools we needed. What an awesome team you assembled George. Never forget those times my friend. (We Gotta Get Outta This Place)
Geo: I have a ton of memories about those times, Ken, like you referring to Ron Andrews as “Fat Cat” on your show and his retaliation of putting your home phone number on his early morning show the next day. I learned a lot at CKOM, Ken, unfortunately, though, most of it was stuff that I’d never tolerate again. So proud of you Man!
What radio had then, what we did with it was terrific for the time, and we pushed the business forward. We tossed out the old rules and wrote new ones. I don’t hear any of that energy or progress today. There are things from the past that are valid today. Attention to detail is one. Production quality and technique is another. There are many more, we can discuss later.
Ken LeMann: I’m sure, if Bart McClendon really cared about radio, he would feel the same as you regarding squandered opportunities such as yours with Rick Moranis. One of my buddies at KNUS in Dallas was the overnight kid, Fred Kennedy (Olson). Although he was always the center of attention off the air, nobody seemed to hear how talented he was on the air. Even you guys at KVIL missed your chance by choosing the talented Cat Simon from our staff instead. When KNUS dissolved and the on-air talent scattered to various parts of the country, Fred teamed up with our afternoon guy, Randy Hames, and became the new Hudson and Harrigan in Houston for the next 3 decades. I can only assume they made a fortune. (Send In The Troubled Ladies)
Geo: I must have smartened up when I hired you for WRMF in Palm Beach, Kenny.