When my daughter Candis called to tell me that my grandson Nathaniel would be playing his first high school football game under the lights this Thursday in the Rose Bowl, it sure brought back a lot of memories.
And each and every New Year’s day, I would chant, “Some day man, some day.”
I was in my early twenties before I finally got a chance to visit California, and when I did, I knew more than ever that I had to live there.
Not only did I play guitar for one of the best bands in Winnipeg, but I also worked at my favorite radio station. How cool was that?
Then when that not too distant future showed up in the form of my baby daughter, I left the band.
Now I could no longer do both, but leaving the Jury was no easy task. Not only was I leaving behind everything I’d ever dreamed about, but, we also had the #1 Canadian record on RPM’s national chart. (see above)
While I was there, it became very apparent that I was a hell of a lot better at radio than I ever was at playing guitar because, my career caught on fire.
Things were going well in Toronto but then America called. Hey it’s like they say, “If you haven’t played the States, you haven’t played” and I was crazy enough to wanna play.
Upon my arrival in Indy, I was presented with some new business cards that read, George Johns, National Program Director, Fairbanks Broadcasting.
WIBC/WNAP Indianapolis, WVBF/WKOX, Boston, WIBG Philadelphia, KVIL, Dallas, WRMF/WJNO, Palm Beach.
It is said that what brings the mid-life crises on is the realization that you’re going to die and I didn’t want to do it in Indianapolis.
Then I woke up one day and thought, “If not now, when?”
Luckily, my consultancy business also caught on fire.
However, this all changed the day I spotted a box set of CDs called, “Hurried Treasures while visiting WRMF in South Florida.
Now, not knowing if the tunes had stood the test of time, and not wanting to be embarrassed, I decided to listen to them in privacy of my car on the way home.
As I rolled onto I 95 and hit the play button, I had no idea that I was about to realize what Sir Paul meant when he said, “I’m more amazed about the Beatles now, than I ever was when I was one.
There we were being led down the dimly lit hallway of CKY by two of it’s biggest jocks, Daryl ‘B’ and Chuck Dann.
Unfortunately we had just lost our singer, Donny Burns but not wanting to blow off the session, we were only there to cut some instrumentals.
However, Bruce was still a couple of rehearsals from being ready but he came along anyway.
As I looked around, I couldn’t help but notice that the all the acoustic tiles were yellowed which was probably from the hundreds of cigarettes that were smoked here by those who had come before us.
In the center of the studio stood a large black grand piano that seemed to be crying out to be played, so I couldn’t resist banging out a few bars of “Whole Lot Of Shaking” on it.
When it came together so quickly, we decided to tack it on the end of the session if we had time.
After laying down a few takes of our new tune, we headed into the control room to hear what we had.
Not only did it sound pretty good, it also sounded very British. (click on the links at the bottom of the page to hear what we sounded like when we went into the studio 55 years ago as The Phantoms and came out as The Jury)
Their claim was that if anybody knew what to do with it, it would be him.
As I anxiously stood there awaiting Jim’s arrival, I was also praying that the dawning of a new day hadn’t changed the sound in any way.
“Damn,” I thought, “It even sounds better today than it did yesterday.”
He said that Hal Ross who was a V/P at London Records, was coming by to take him to dinner and he would make him listen to the tape first.
And just like that we were London recording artists. Hey, wait till the Stones hear that we’re label mates; I’ll bet they’ll probably want us to open for them.
As I was flying down the stairs Neil Young was making his way up and I remember thinking, “What the hell is he doing here? Surely he’s not gonna record anything; he can’t sing.”
Short cuts are filled with nothing but traps.
If you don’t have a real strong airstaff, you better test your music quarterly.
Weathercasters are the only people in the world who can be wrong and stay employed.
America needs new rich people, the current ones are boring, and they also aren’t doing much for our country.
Your career is on fire if you get to attend all the meetings where most things happen, especially if they’re in your office.
Contrary to public opinion, I’m not all that sad between happy hours.
What happens to the money when the government catches a big company doing bad things and fines them?
Have you ever noticed that the rest of the world expects America to help?
The best way to get what you want is to deserve it.
I realized long ago that there was no benefit in growing up.
So who’s wiser, married, or unmarried guys?
The only way to move forward is by doing something scary.
A house of cards is built on excuses.
Don Walker: Always enjoy the tidbits of wisdom …It seems like they’re speaking to me! (The List)
Cat Simon: Good One George: That is indeed true about Sir Paul: By the time the Beatles would hit the stage, they had no songs to play. The acts that were on before them beat them to it, but he sure doesn’t have that problem today. LOL. (Necessity Is A Mutha!)
Irene Ness: As an independent widow for the last seven years, I realize most men are looking for a nurse or a purse. I am not a nurse, and my husband and I worked dam hard for MY purse. So I will spend it on myself, my kids, and my grandkids. (It’s Not The Length)
Ted Farr: We broke records here in BC George, it’s been the winter from hell. Wine country is now a whine country. (Let It, Snow)
Bob Christy: George and I have discussed this at length, so much so, it drives my lovely wife crazy at times. We’ve gotten beyond the “Old days were great” stage, and we’ve moved on. It’s time to discuss the way forward from where the business is right now and where it needs to go. (Radio, It’s Over)
Red Robinson: Daryl was a class act. I was responsible for bringing him to Vancouver. In his final days, he would visit me in Gastown. I could tell he was in physical trouble soon after he moved back to Winnipeg. He was a great natural talent and is missed. (Remembering ‘B’)