Living in Florida
was going quite well
As WRMF continued
to give them all hell.
I’ve been lucky enough to have worked with some incredible talent over the years. Jeff n’ Jer, Martin Milner, Rick Moranis, Jim Harper, Shotgun Tom, Don Bleu, Delilah, Jack McCoy, Craig Walker, Earl Mann, Jimmy Darin, The Magic Christian, Fred Heckman, Ron Chapman, Cris Conner, Chuck Riley, Bob Christy, Brent Farris, Cat Simon, Jo Jo Kincaid, Tom Lewis, Loren & Wally, Bill Gardner, Robert Murphy, Lou Palmer, Paul Page, Chuck Knapp, Ken LeMann, Buster Bodine, Reid Reker, Tom Cochran, Doc Harris, Bruce Murdock, Roger Klein, Daryl ‘B,’ Ken Singer, Cat Simon, Stirling Faux, Gary Russell, Keith Elshaw, Greg Tantum, Woody Cooper, and Sandy Hoyt, to name but a few.
One of my all-time favorites though was Jo Myers (pictured above), who I only got to work with at WRMF for a very short time.
Jo had a book brewing inside her called “Good To Go,” so pretty soon, she was gone.
I’ve only known a few people like Jo, who is one of those rare individuals that always seems to end up in the middle of the strangest goings-on.
I’m not sure if Jo enjoys having all that weirdness around her, but her descriptions of it are hilarious and make great radio.
When we hired her out of Denver, we intended to team her up with a good straight man. His job would be to set her up each morning by asking her what she did last night, and then get the hell out of the way.
Hilliard and I thought that we’d found the perfect partner for her in Phoenix, but somewhere between our hiring him and his arrival, he decided that he wanted to be the funny one. Unfortunately, it never occurred to him that maybe he wasn’t funny.
Jim and I loved Jo’s act so much that we broke our own Cardinal rule, “You can do anything you want on the radio except live with your mistakes.” We also knew that you could not force chemistry, but we kept on trying anyway.
The concept that we wanted to go with for the morning show was the age-old premise of man versus woman.
So while eating dinner and discussing the concept, I told her that I had a joke that showed how different men and women really were. “All men laugh at this joke, whereas women don’t even smile,” I said. Jo claimed that she’d probably laugh because her humor was very similar to that of a man’s.
At the joke’s end, Jo proved herself to be a lot more feminine than she thought she was when she said, “George, not only is that joke not funny, it’s just stupid.”
When I claimed that had she been a man she’d be on the floor still laughing, she told me that her husband John would never laugh at a joke that juvenile.
“Ok,” I told her, “I’ll make a deal with you, when John gets here, we’ll go out for dinner and if he doesn’t laugh at the joke, the dinners on me.”
When Jo’s family showed up about a month later, the three of us went for dinner at Chuck & Harold’s in Palm Beach.
I loved Chuck and Harolds because it was casual and elegant all at the same time, and they even had a trio playing dinner music.
When Jo excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, and I was sitting there chatting with John, I noticed that the trio must have added a torch singer to their act.
The new singer who was very good, was singing a very naughty version of “Making Whoopee,” and when I turned to look, I was shocked to discover that the singer was Jo.
Not only was she singing seductively, but she was also slithering sensuously all over the top of the grand piano.
When I asked John if he was aware that it was his wife who was singing, he said, “I don’t pay any attention to it because it only encourages her.”
As we were ordering dessert, I asked Jo if this would be an appropriate time to share my joke with John. She just laughed and said that she’d forgotten all about my silly joke and that I should just go for it.
So, John, I say, “This guy goes into his Doctor’s office where once he checks in with the receptionist, she tells him to go right in. After sitting him down in his office, the Doctor who has a worried look on his face says, “I’ve got good news and bad news, which would you like first?”
When the guy asks for the bad news first, his Doctor tells him that he has a rare, incurable disease, so he doesn’t have long to live.
The guy is in complete shock and mumbles something about getting another opinion, which his Doctor says that he understands. However, he says, “I’ve probably been wherever you end up going, and all the experts agree that you better get your affairs in order.”
The guy, shaking his head in despair, finally asks what the hell the good news is? “When you came in, did you notice how beautiful our receptionist is,” the Doctor asked? When the guy nods his head, yes, his Doctor says, “I’m fucking her!”
As expected, John exploded with laughter, and Jo looked at him with disgust.
Later on, while sharing dessert, John broke out laughing again, and when Jo asked him what the hell he was laughing at now? John said that he was thinking about my joke, and I’m thinkin’ that he may still be on the couch?