Chapter LII (Do You Wanna Know A Secret?) 2/19/23 (52)

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Things heated up
and we got a little crazy
And before you knew it
she was having my baby

I’ve worked with a lot of owners and management people over the years and one of the best was Frank Osborn.
I’ve known Frank since the mid-’80s when he hired me to help fix K101 in San Francisco.

Even though I was the corporate consultant for his Fairmont Communication plus a few of his Osborn Communications stations, I never saw very much of Frank.
That was a good thing, though, because, as he told me when we first met, “I only show up at a radio station to deliver bad news.”
(Frank is pictured on top)

Anyway, years later, when Frank asked me to be the opening speaker at his management conference in the hills of the Carolinas, I was honored to do so.
Unfortunately, my plane was delayed, so I didn’t arrive until the middle of the night, so Frank graciously moved me to the second speaker position.

After stumbling out of bed the next morning, they took a quick shower and then off to the meeting room, where they were taking a coffee break.
Taking advantage of the situation, I slipped up on stage and wrote on an easel board, “The two secret words that will enable you to bed beautiful woman.”

When the break was over, Frank introduced me, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what I spoke about except it had nothing to do with what I had written on the board.
However, I do remember at the end, when I asked if there were any questions, a dozen hands shot up. They wanted to know what the secret words were.

“Ahh yes,” I said, “I didn’t forget; I just decided to talk about something else, but if Frank thinks we have time, maybe I can do the Readers Digest version?”
Frank said, “George, there’s no way you’re getting off that stage without giving up those secret words.”

“Ok,” I said, “Now that I see that we have two experts in the house, I feel much better about discussing this.” (I’d noticed that two of Frank’s management people were women.)
I began by saying that I’d accidentally stumbled across these words after dining with my fiance Kari at Chuck and Harolds in Palm Beach.
As we left the restaurant, she asked if we could pop into the bookstore next door.
(Kari pictured above)

Kari being a psychotherapist, was always on the lookout for new books on the subject, so in we went.
As she began leafing through a few books, I wandered around to see if they had anything of interest to me.

Ahh, there it was! Lying on a table was a book entitled “How To Drive Woman Wild In Bed.”
Being more than a little curious when I checked out the index, the first chapter asked, “Are You A Stud Or A Dud,” which included a questionnaire to be completed by your significant other.

Hey, if for no other reason, I had to buy it for that, right?
However, as I continued browsing, the next chapter was entitled “The Two Secret Words That Will Enable You To Bed Beautiful Women.” Now I had to buy the book.

Later that night, while Kari was completing the quiz, I was looking through the book for the secret words.
What’s that you say, “How did I do on the questionnaire? Silly you, that was never in question.”

Can you imagine how shocked I was when I discovered that the words that I thought would be about sex turned out to also be about radio.

“Wow,” I went on to say, “Not only will these words provide you with beautiful women to warm your bed at night, but they’ll also give you the ability to do a great show the next morning.”

Ok, I said, “We’re out of time, here they come, “PASSION & IMAGINATION.”
As I left the stage, I couldn’t help but notice that our two experts were smiling and nodding their heads in agreement.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
   

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Geo’s Media Blog (Both Sides Now) New For 2/24/20

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As you probably know, I hang out at a sports bar here in West Palm Beach called Duffy’s. Not only are the drinks two for one, but the food is decent, and they have sixty flat screens filled with sports.
And oh yeah, the bartenders all know my name which usually results in a nice pour.

However, the old man who created the franchise died, and now I hear that the kids have turned it over to some bean counter. Hey, when’s the last time that you ever heard that an accountant made things better?

I hear that his first move was to wipe out their corporate headquarters, and now he’s coming after us. So far, he’s cut out the half-price meals that they offered we black card club members (upper echelon) from 2 pm-4 pm for we black cardholders, and now I hear he wants to appeal to a younger crowd. Good luck!

They used to open a new Duffy’s every few months somewhere in Florida, but I think the new thing will closures.

Anyway, maybe my buddy, Big Bob and I should spend some time at a bar just down the street called Twin Peaks. That way, we can make room for the young folks the financial guy is dreaming about coming to Duffy’s.

The servers at Twin Peaks are all beautiful young ladies who are friendly and treat you so well that you think they’re hitting on you. (see photos above)I have to be careful, though, because the last time I was there, Bob and I talked a couple of the pretty things from behind the bar into posing with us.
I, of course, hoping to make a few of my buddies envious, instantly posted them to Facebook but the only response I got was, “Daddy unless you want me hanging out with these kinds of girls, you better stop posting pictures like this.” The photos disappeared instantly!

GEO’S LIFE-LINES

Encouragement moves the world forward; criticism stalls the progress.

We do everything online now except the thing that would change the world. Vote! 

Isn’t it strange that Ringo is referred to now as the arrogant Beatle even though he has the least to be arrogant about? 

Inconsistencies are good if done consistently.

I’ve been called a lot of things, but Daddy is my favorite.

True happiness is most often attained while working on a cause that you truly believe in.

When you’re rich, it doesn’t matter who’s in power because you can buy your way in or out of almost anything.

Good things usually happen to people who try to make things happen.

I believe that the people who are the best in the world at anything should be overly compensated, no matter the circumstances.

COMMENTS
Bruce Walker: Hi George, Interesting conversation with Randy about Fred Turner. I bet Randy was listening to a band I was playing with at that time called Purple Haze. Fred told me that Randy wanted him to go out West and join his group.  I said, pack your bags and get going.  It wasn’t long after that the band broke up and Fred went to join Randy.  Fred was not sure about leaving Winnipeg since he had just gotten married.  We met a few days later, and he was still in town.  I again told him to get out West, and he finally did it.  I really don’t think that my prodding had a huge part in his decision, but I’m glad he did it. He’s a great guy. (The “I” Word Didn’t Work For Jesus Either)

Gary Russell: The older you get, the smarter you become. It’s starting to get scary, Geo. Great stuff! (The “I” Word Didn’t Work For Jesus Either)

Geo: Thank You, Gar, unfortunately, what I know comes mostly from painful experiences, and I’ve still got all the scars to prove it. Miss you, Man!

Moto: I dunno – it seems to me that playing everybody’s favorite song is only possible in the Bizarro World.  However, playing those songs that everyone will tolerate is sadly the key to radio. Hence, Pandora rules. (Radio Radio Radio)

Geo: Exactly Moto, Better you should play what they like rather than what they love. As you know, hate is but a heartbeat away.

Jim Davis: Further addendum to your “The Three Words That Women Like to Hear”:
-“You’re right.”
-“I’m wrong.”
-“And, I’m sorry” (Angel Baby, My Angel Baby)

Scott Shannon: I’ve been reading your babbling diatribes for some time now, and without a doubt, this one is your very best. It brought tears to my eyes. (Seventeen, Seventeen, Prettiest Girl I’ve Ever Seen)

Geo: Wow! Making the great Scott Shannon weep is now the highlight of my career. 🙂

Tim Moore: At 29, arriving in Dallas to assume my student role as VP Sales for the TM Companies,
I was enveloped by “KVIL / Ron Chapman” buzz in the halls on Regal Row, I asked myself, “geez…how great could this be? I’ve grown up on CKLW, WLS, and WRIF!”
I listened for a week and thought to myself, “nice show but not a big deal.” Then I listened for two months, stood back, and said, “This is the most brilliantly conceived show on the most brilliantly conceived radio station in America.” I understated it. (Hall Of Fame Baby)

John Ryman: Made my day hearing that Ron was going into the National Radio Hall Of Fame and hearing that you were going to do the introduction even delighted me more.  I’ve known Ron for a long time….since he became a “forced” mentor to me when Bob Hanna bought the station where I was PD  in the early 70s, I later moved to Dallas and made the transition into sales/mgt.  You only know me by name but first met you in the hallway outside of the KVIL entrance in the Park Cities Bank building (I was then in the office next door). Ron and I still touch base occasionally, but I’ve followed both of your accomplishments throughout the years, and never cease to be amazed. I still try to contribute to the industry, but no one seems to listen much anymore.  It’s heartbreaking to witness the evolution…or should we say the dissolution? (Hall Of Fame Baby)

Bill Gilliand: Geez Georgie Boy, Cami’s a chip off the old block! There must be a gene for writing. (To Tat Or Not To Tat)

Geo: She kills me, Billy G.

Lorenda Rae: Mr. Businessman needs to meet Sheena Easton!! (Inconsistencies Are Good)

Geo: Lorenda, even the most powerful Businessman, is not strong enough to resist a beautiful Woman. In fact, she’s much more powerful than him; she can crumble his career in a heartbeat. The only known antidote, unfortunately, is another beautiful Woman, but the process just begins again. However, Lorenda, you wouldn’t know anything about this, would ya? (-:

 
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Chapter L (Last Dance) 2/18/23 (50)

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The time has come
for my return
Back to the place
where I began
to learn

An overdue reunion
at old CKY
And probably
the last chance
to say our goodbyes.

As busy as we were in Boston, Jim and I were, we still managed to find the time to fly back to Winnipeg for a CKY reunion.
Jim and I had worked there in the mid-sixties when he was the PD, and I was a board op.
(Jim pictured above with Deno Corrie, Me, and Burton Cummings)

When we landed in Winnipeg and were pulling up to the terminal, Jim sarcastically said, “Hey Johns, I think we’ve lucked out; the ground crew’s not wearing parkas.”

With some help from Ron Taylor and Embree McDermid, Michael Gillespie did a super job of putting the reunion together.
Unfortunately, we were a little late because most of the first team was already gone. Sadly my old friend Chuck Dann (Riley), who not only taught me how to do production but also produced The Jury’s first record, is gone, as is Dean Scott. (Chuck is pictured above, bottom left, and Dean, upper right.)
Also gone are news guys Frank Roberts, Mike Hopkins, John Pierce, and Bill Trebilcoe. (Frank and Mike are shown above interviewing the Beatles)
Bill Grogan, who replaced Jim, is gone, as is my good friend Jim Coghill who stayed up all night with me waiting for the birth of my daughter Candis. (Jim pictured below)

I sure miss singing with my old buddy Daryl ‘B’ .” (Daryl is pictured  above with  me at a Jury gig.)
Hey, and what I wouldn’t have given to be able to thank Cactus Jack Wells for teaching me that if I could handle him, I could handle anybody. (Jack is pictured below with the actor from The Millionaire, Marvin Miller)
What a great evening, it was fun catching up with Deno Corrie, Roy Hennessy, Embree McDermid, and Warren Cosford.
Hey, and even Bruce Walker and Terry Kenny, my bandmates from The Jury showed up along with my brother Reg.

Superstar Burton Cummings (The Guess Who) Had the best line of the night when Jim told him, “Hey Burton, I’m not a starf#cker, but my wife Barbara made me promise to say hi to you for her.” Burton responded, “I can understand you not being a starf#cker, Jim, but perhaps Barbara is?”

Speaking of Burton, his mother wasn’t expected to make it through the night, so he had to leave the affair early.
However, before he left, he did sing a couple of his hits along with a few bars of our first record, “Until You Do,” which he claimed he bought with his paper route money.

My guest at the reunion was my best friend from high school, Jim Quail, who surprised me the next day with a luncheon with our favorite teacher from TCI, George Darenchuk. (Jim pictured above with me)
It was great seeing Mr. Darenchuk and finding out that he was now leading a rebellion of cottage owners against some foolish city ordinance.

When Jim and I first met him, he was a rookie teacher at TCI, but after ridding himself of the likes of us he’d gone on to become the principal and then the superintendent of schools.
Good on you, Mr. Darenchuk, and may you rest in peace.
(George Darenchuk pictured below)

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Inducted Chapman into
the Hall of Fame
And did it on Natinal TV
which is not my game

Now I’m blogging
and writing three books
Hoping and prayin’
that God’s not ready
to give me the hook.

Life’s been wonderful
but it’s gone by
too fast
So I’m hopin’
these rhymes
will help make
it last

Not done yet
got more
chapters to go
Cuz now
I’ve got a Grandson
so we’ll see
how it goes.

 

 

 

 

Chapter XXXIX (Philadelphia Freedom) 2/15/23 (39)

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Rocky

Cuz I live and breathe
this Philadelphia freedom
From the day I was born
I waved the flag

Philadelphia freedom took me
knee-high to a man
Gave me peace of mind
my daddy never had

In Chapter XXXVIII, I was writing about flying to Boston for what was supposed to be a six-month project with Jim Hilliard and was thinking about a few of the projects Jim and I had worked on when we were at Fairbanks in Indianapolis.

One of the more difficult ones was our trying to resurrect WIBG in Philadelphia, which Jim had beaten badly years ago when he was the PD of WFIL.
Even though we were an FM company, Jim couldn’t resist the deal because he got WIBG for pennies on the dollar.

However, as I said, Jim had scorched WIBG so badly back in the day, that trying to raise it from the ashes now would prove to be very difficult.

In those days, the FCC required you to do an ascertainment whenever you bought a radio station.
You had to meet with the community leaders to better understand the city’s problem and adjust your programming accordingly.

To speed things up, Jim shipped in most of the corporate staff, including our owner, Mr. Fairbancks.
Everything was going well until Mr. Fairbanks began arguing with some community leaders.

The next day, there we were, gathered in the station’s parking lot, watching Mr. F lift off in a helicopter, and I can still see that shit-eating grin on his face as he waved farewell. Doing the ascertainment was tough, but I do believe that Dick Yancey had the toughest duty of us all. (Dick pictured above)
Most of Dick’s interviews took place in the inner city, you know, that part of town where you wouldn’t want to be caught at night.

One of Dick’s appointments was at an old department store, and as he was being escorted to the back by a couple of big black dudes, Dick said that it wasn’t apparent what they sold there.
When they entered this huge office, the man sitting behind the desk was even bigger than the other two asked, “What the hell do you want,” and Dick said to him, “As soon as I get over being afraid, I’ll tell you.”When we launched the “All-New WIBG,” we stunted by bringing in Chuck Riley from Indy, Big John Gillis and The Magic Christian from Boston, Larry Dixon and Bill Gardner from Dallas, and our new hire, Chuck Knapp from Minneapolis. (Chuck pictured above on the billboard)

We planned to go with the All-Star lineup for three days and then send them all home except for Gardner and Knapp, who would remain behind as co-program directors.
We put them all up at a huge apartment, and I don’t even want to hazard a guess about what went on in there, but having dinner with them was hilarious.

What an incredible-sounding radio station it was; hell, we even had news you could dance to, and right out of the box, we scored a nifty 6.7 share.
And yes, having the Phillies and 76ers sure helped, but I was, and still am, very proud of the sound Bill and Chuck put together. While visiting WIBG one day, I was approached by our midday guy, Don Cannon.
Don wanted to know if his buddy who was shooting a movie, could use one of our jingles in it.
(Don is pictured in the group shot shown above in the top left corner)

When I asked him what the movie was about, Don told me that it was a low-budget, feel-good movie about a boxer who was training for the fight of his life.
The jingle, he explained, would be playing in a scene where the boxer was listening to Don on the radio while he was preparing his early morning breakfast before going out for a run.

It all sounded innocent enough, so, “What the hell!”
Although, I did have to ask, “Who the f*ck would wanna see a movie about some boxer named Rocky?”

 

Chapter XLII (Running on Empty) 2/16/23 (42)

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Living in Boston
is very cool
when you live
in the Back Bay

And run on the Charles
almost every day.

It was very fun working
with Bobby and Tim
Not to mention
we were doing it
with Jim.

Tim and I were training
for the big ‘Pru’ race.

We wanted the win
so we brought in
an Ace.

My second tour of Boston was a hoot; Fenway was within walking distance of the ‘Pru,’ so I watched a few Red Sox games from our suite which overlooked third base.
The ‘Pru,’ where WVBF was located was 52 stories high and had enough people working in it to run their own race.

Tim and I were looking forward to running in it, but the Gillette Company who occupied two full floors always fielded a big team which included their fast guy who won it every year.
We had some excellent runners on our team, and even I was picking up some speed after hiring Thom Hunt, an elite runner out of San Diego, to coach me.
10329287_10152796853564307_7714084493952297065_nA few weeks before the ‘Pru’ race, I’d run a half marathon back in Winnipeg with my nephew Jamie Boychuk, so I was in pretty good shape.
Jamie and I had run several races over the years, so I suspected he was itching to beat his old uncle.

We’d run a 5K and a 10K, but now we were doing the half because, as coach Thom said to me, “Always take the young ones long.” (Jamie pictured with me above)While waiting for the start of the race, we did a little stretching and as we did so, I noticed that Olympian Jeff Galloway was upfront with the elite runners.
I was a big fan of Jeff’s because I’d read all of his books that are considered the runner’s bibles.
(Jeff is pictured above)

When the gun went off, Jamie predictably sprinted ahead, and I didn’t see him again until about the 2-mile marker.
As I slowly went by him, I visualized him tucking in behind me and then waiting for the perfect moment to make his move.

There was no way I was going to flinch by looking around, so just picked up my pace.
I ran the rest of the race out of my comfort zone, which resulted in a 3rd place medal and PR time of 1:31. Wow!

After crossing the finish line and discovering that Jamie was nowhere in sight, I did a little more stretching as I waited for him to show up.
As I did so, surprisingly, I saw Jeff Galloway cross the finish line.

Later that night, I called coach Thom to give him my time and also tell him that not only did I beat my nephew again, but I also finished ahead of Jeff Galloway.
However, I said, “He was probably dogging it.” “Well,” said Tom, “That’s Jeff’s story; yours is, you beat him.”

Meanwhile, a couple of weeks later back in Boston Tim had discovered that the fast guy from the Gillette Company was a ringer from their New York office.
That really pissed us off so we convinced Hilliard that we needed a sports consultant for a few days, and Jim’s only question was, “And just how fast is this consultant?” My reply was, “World-class fast, sir.”When Thom arrived in Boston, the first thing he asked was, “Do you want me to just kick the ringers ass or do you also want me to hurt him?”
Tim and I both agreed that he needed to feel some real pain.
(Thom Hunt pictured above)

Race morning the weather was perfect and as we stretched Thom says that he has some good news and bad news.
“The good news,” Thom says, is, I’ve spotted the ringer, and even though he looks fast, the bad news for him is; I know the name of every runner on the planet who has any chance of beating me, but I’ve never heard of this guy.

When the gun went off, we headed down a slight incline where we’d make a sharp left at the bottom onto Boylston and then a right onto a small bridge that takes you to the running path on the Charles.
By the time I hit the bridge, the race leaders were already out of sight.

Even though I was pretty fast, it seemed like it took me all day to get back to the finish line.
When I finished, I rushed over to Thom and Tim, who were stretching, and anxiously asked Thom if he won; he said, “That was never in doubt.”

As I began my own post-race stretch, the ringer hobbled over to Thom and said, “Who the hell are you?”
When Thom tells him, he says, “Ah, no wonder.” As Thom had said earlier, “All the fast guys know the names of the faster guys.”

The Pru replayed a video of the start and the finish of the big race in their lobby all week, and I never tired of seeing Thom run up the small incline to the finish line all by himself.
When the ringer finally showed up, he looked like a Duck-Billed Platypus as he gasped and stumbled to the finish line.

Later that night at dinner Thom gave us the play-by-play.
“The ringer,” he said, “Went out very fast, so I just tucked in behind him, and then I slowly pulled up beside him, which caused him to pick up his pace.

Each time I did this, Thom went on to say, “He would keep picking up his pace until he finally went into oxygen debt.”
“At that point, I just blew by him and put him out of his misery.” Revenge is so sweet, baby!