Chuck as Jockey John KUJ (above); KUJ XMTR (R)
Chuck as Steve Bronson KACI (lower picture)
1962 KISN, KGW Wes Lynch, Red Robinson TBA
Historical unveiling of 620 Broadcast House.30min
Chuck Weber #KISN Portland Oregon
"Chuck" was my stage name in Portland. I played on different shifts. A few were recorded in the KISN showroom at Tenth and Burnside downtown. The Debut night (at top) was 11-1-1974 ten miles from Portland out at the Marine Drive Transmitter site.
Roudy Navy Operators Goofing Around
KATA Web Camel 1970 A (pending by request)
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THE CHUCK WEBER SOLID GOLD DIARY
In the “Kisn Days”in the Seventies I spent a lot of time out at the transmitter. It was not a showroom just an old run-down bomb shelter with transmitters and various sorts of electronic equipment. At the beginning of each shift, Newsman Bill Howlitt would be dumping the coffee perculator, stringing-up the latest fanfold news on the wall, then heading for his home in Vancouver. Bill was probably going to dispatch some all-night trains around the USA room from his basement.
Suddenly, Byron or Johnny Dark might pop-in to run a “proof of performance” on the off-line transmitter, or perhaps shut-down the whole audio chain to evaluate quality from the main mike to the top of the four directional antenna towers. Since my on-air act was crushed by Engineer Johnny Dark I headed out for the old two-story abandoned garage (off the grid, take a flashlite) to feed my cats and a local possum.
Occasionally, groupies or local recording stars, to make the all-niter a more tolerable atmosphere, would arrive with refreshments. We went out to the roadhouse. The bedroom walls were lined with mattresses as we listened to High Voltage jam a few hours.
One night the request line lit-up to inform me that KGW 620 AM a competition guy was shadowing every song I laid-down. After scanning the dial and confirmed the hit, I placed a call to Ed Riley. My inquiry/call resulted in his taking my wife Penny and I for breakfast at Elmers Pancake house. Truly a disc-jockey’s dream is to have your peer eaves-drop, then bend your ear over coffee and pancakes. Eventually we attended this DJ and his fiancé wedding and met one of the guests Dick Novak, a Fifties DJ of KPOJ 1330 in Portland.
The 1970’s were a mixed bag. I was dying in Klamath Falls on afternoon drive. My ex-fiancé had a change of heart and I flew her from Virginia to Klamath for a rematch. But it did not work out.
I got a jingle from Andy Broman whom I had trained. Andy/Buddy wanted me to meet his GM halfway about a job offer. Over the table, they offered good bread but I could not make-up my mind whether to move-up to California for a hot powered-up format. This was 1970. My act as Web Camel on KATA, Arcata was to follow Andy’s shift. He said “Now Web, I want you to scream harder. Don’t blow people away. But I want to see lots of energy because ‘You are the Camel and I want to see ya’ smoking!”.
Here is part of my 1970 playlist and decide if you would be hanging-off the ceiling every set.
Crazy Elephant’s Memory “Mongoose”, Donovan “Mongoose is Dead”; Sugarloaf “Green-Eyed Lady”; Rare Earth – I know I’m Losing You, • War - Edwin Starr
Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Diana Ross, Three Dog Night “Mama Told Me Not to Come”, Freda Payne “Band of Gold”, • Spill the Wine - Eric Burdon and War,
O-O-H Child - The Five Stairsteps, All Right Now - Free; Clarence Carter “Patches”, Chairman of the Board “Give me just a little more time”, Chicago, 25 or 6 to 4; Ronnie Dyson “If You Let Me Make Love to You (Then Why Can't I Touch You)” , Mountain Mississippi Queen. If You Let Me Make Love to You (Then Why Can't I Touch You) - Ronnie Dyson, I'll Never Fall In Love Again - Dionne Warwick, Thank You by Sly and the Family Stone, Gold and more heavy hits.
That dynamite experience of working with a dozen former Kisn employees, salesmen and jocks in that electrical atmosphere was a charge. Kisn’s Steve Glass added lots of class to our mornings in Arcata. It was a pleasure to follow Steve.
Even today when I drive by the former studio-transmitter I fantasize of breaking-in to the old building and firing-up the Web Camel show.
GM Al Piccinni and wife Fritz from KISN and Carl Reynolds from Portland’s KPAM. Al made a mistake. One thing you shouldn’t do in small market, as a general rule, is hire the competition. It worked when we STOLE Bob Barnett from KRED. Bob once confessed to me, “Web, although I will not follow your format and all your rules, you have to admit that I get you the ratings!” I couldn’t argue with Captain Bob. Later we hired the whole KRED staff - Tom Kenlon was a bell-ringer, a REAL COOKER!
Before GM Piccinni left he pulled a staff meeting and made one statement, “I never should have hired you guys and demoted Web Camel program director”. Thanks Al and rest in peace. Al had a good spirit and should have inspired us all.
We hired a salty jock from Carmel as program director. He did one set and the trouble-maker jocks got him fired. What an opportunity we had but blew him off with a few weeks’ severance pay. Then same thing when I hired Steve Shiloh and Joe Conrad. New guys did not like Joe because he was just too humble. Joe probably went on to make a million in radio; and Shiloh DID as Ron Erickson!
Betty Gossi was our secretary and she lived-up to the job description! Maybe she was a ‘radio nut’ She was Miss KATA. I still talk about her and have kept the going-away card she gave me.
Norm Suitor the sales guy, Bob Agnew, so many I cannot remember. An exceptional King Denny Clay was a former CHP California Highway Patrolman and a good chap. You always had a lot of laughs with him. I remember Angie and the whole family. One of his classic lines was built around Dionne Warwick’s “Do you know the way to San Jose” when behind the music was his extro, ‘her grass is greener’ instead he said a double entendre.
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We went out one moonlit night and burnt the board (the console) at Moonstone beach in Trinidad.
Another old Kisn radio memory my 1963 DJ instructor, Paul from Kisn's morning show used to linger at Timberline in the Paul Bunyon room, get so fortified he was carried down to Zigzag to one of the cabins to sleep it off. Later in LA Paul had a good comeback.
In addition to turning the Bullwheel turn tables at our ski resort, I do an oldies shift on the air with Internet radio stations.
There are a lot of memories. Blast me an Email if you want me to continue to make more MP3's or wax eloquently Chuck@YaHVaHYahweh.Name and check-out the Media page about Woodstock and our culture. Click "Sixties Revolution" the green buttons above..
"In my sub-teens, I heard strange sounds out of the crystal set radio back in the Nifty-Fifties. In my Grandparent's basement was a furnace near the wind-up Grama Phone (Grandma phone?) I opened up the furnace and broadcast my show through this multiplex furnace system. In the Sixties, I graduated to a fifty-watt station on 840 AM, then to a 1,000 watter, KWAY 1570 kilocycles.
In '64 I moved to Central-Oregon Oregon market in Bend and Klamath Falls. In the Armed-forces Radio and TV I played the Red-Dot specials on AFRS 810 AM at a carrier power of 250 watts.
Phil Lerza built the studios and later became an engineer in San Francisco at 610 KFRC.
With Honorable Discharge and Early-Outs I moved my magic to KROW at 1460 Salem, Oregon where I played the Solid-Gold in the morning. Later I used the image, 'The Early American'. I spoke other call letters: KBND, KGAR, KAGO, KATA, KACI, KISN, KUJ, KNND, KWWW, KODL, KGRV AND University of Oregon KWVA-FM 88.1
My present gig is doing early solid gold, Big Band and electic music on the Internet (see above sample shows.)" "Let's groove back to 1969 now cool jerks and chicks with Glen Campbell, the Small Faces and Spanky and Our Gang!"
LETTERS FROM LISTENERS:
KATA Arcata California 1970-1973 Web Camel
Hi. I loved hearing the DJ on KATA. Top 40 radio had to have tight production values and a tight on-air sound, and wonder of wonders, KATA had both of them locked down.
KATA in those days was a stand-alone in a city of 20,000 people in a metro (if you could call it that) of less than 40,000. To me it is amazing that KATA managed to pull this off! (Editor's note: We were good talent trained by the New York pro's.)
May you find tons of friends here, or in the Life to Come!
And if you are a jock, look out, because someone may be calling you for a big Gig
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DJ Boss-ology. The Chuckar
1960's My life and music was euphoric. Always a new song come along.
1970 Like BJ Thomas, I was "Hooked on the Ceiling" my first six months doing the Teen Shift at KATA. Guess Who, SugarLoaf, Yes, a little Cream from the 60's blending-in.
1971 Then came the let-down of too abstract mellow or mindless compositions and songs. We relied mostly on the oldies of the past twenty years.
1974-1979 Next came the hot years. Bachman Turner Overdose, Olivia Newton John, Smokey Robinson, Temptations
1980 to Present A few great exceptions have been recorded since that time. I listen to a little everything. Some OTR Gunsmoke or Jimmie Stewart, Raymond Burr in Fort Laramie, the Texas Rangers.
Classical, Religious, Oldies and Doo Wop on the Internet have made the same mistake as the AM-FM radio programmers relying on manipulated "statistics and, the Top 100. It is rare to hear a DJ do a "flip-sides" show. We are not alone for there are thousands of young listeners who will not be 'programmed'.
I'm hoping for some real child-prodigy talent to make a splash and make waves.
From a broadcast programmer of 70 years from the time I was knee-high to a transistor.
Chuck Weber wWW.RadioDiscJockey.Homestead.com
As in the old paperback "DJ" a dynamic transition happened: New format, studios, into what became 66 WABC and 77 WNBC with Don Imus and Dan Ingram. Their voices echo down through time as we will always salute "All American" radio. Who needed television? Well, I remember the excitement being around all those TV cameras and glowing tubes. My experience was with KOIN TV and "Showtime for MOM". Previously, I was a participant on the old KEX "Stars for Tomorrow" with Uncle Nate. Everything was live there, a college girl needed no cue to begin the them song "When You're Smilin, when you're smiling, the Whole World SMILES with you".
Often that radio smile became was too plastic and overdone. I wondered if there were a tragedy in life, why we were supposed to pretend we were still jolly. You could not be yourself.
I met a
young disc jockey running the classic AM Top-50 sound of the late 1950’s and early and mid 1960s. . I shall call him Ian. He said he wasn’t making much with a singing group that sounds like The Crests so he went Radio.
I noticed his light hair and well-groomed appearance which reminded me exactly of the 50’s 60’s stereotype jock.
He was doing a smooth mixture of oldies, jingles, spots and news. His rules seemed to be like so. MUSIC:
MIND responds to the HARMONY
MIND responds to the LYRICS
SPIRIT responds to the MELODY
BODY responds to the RHYTHM (BEAT). Ian’s radio show reminded me much of the professional personalities of yesterday. Rhythm: the least important ingredient in music. . (This is a work in progress; more later on.)
RECORD BREAKING: During the Beatles weekend KISN President called me at 2 am. "This is Beatles weekend, right? What is that you are rolling?" Weber: "That's Abby Road the B side with 'Because'." Burden: "Take that off and break it. That's not material.for the Kisn showcase. Break it!"
I rummaged around for an old useless album and broke it over the phone. President: "Good night!"
(Reunion Shows on MP3)
In 1978, KISN was off the air for a couple of years. We missed it so much that I wanted to recreate KISN. My mind projected a dream. Hear this Kisn parody from Chuck Madman rock and roll Carson doing a few Kisn voices. Some differences are, we are not using the Kisn studio the microphone sound, the turntables, even the artificial voices sound different. But it is 2017 and KISN is off the air again! Many of the jocks have passed-away. I empathize with anybody who lost their loved dj or relative. We all need to go to the great record hop in the sky. What are we doing here anyway?
We must all be crazy!
Chuck lost his wife Penny, a radio wife in 2011. Now married recently to Jean.
AN ADAK RADIO TRIP TO 1967
SMITTY’S SHACK ON ADAK near Lake Andrews
During our 56 hour breaks at Clam Lagoon, we might hike Mount Adagdak where we found a crashed WW2 airplane. The small radio was still in the ship.
There was an old wooden water tower which had a trap door. We you entered in your beam would cast on two bunk beds and a table. Everything you would need to spend your life as a Castaway on the Rock.
An old crony from Iowa, Smitty would take an order of whole chicken and his radio tuned to AM 890 khz.. to the little water tower. I was always concerned for his safety. We weren’t sure that an enemy would land on the Island and capture somebody.
Tundra Tavern
Ptarmigan
HORSE SLEEPER ON PJ PARTY
During the PJ Party on AFTV Great Channel Eight, we had camera on the All-Night jock taking requests, playing the platters. We played the Top 20 and tether-wise until early in the morning.
Occasionally, one of the sailors from the barracks would drop down to view the show. When the Sign-Off was played, we shut off the TV transmitter, studio and lights, left the Bering Building and headed for the Williwah Café. The guest sailor however had not moved from the studio. When I asked what happened to him, Program Director Fred Broman said he was left behind STANDING THERE SLEEPING!
Someone took the Horse sleeping sailor by the hand, whereupon the sailor trotted back to his rack in the General Service enlisted barracks in Upper Amulet. He sputtered like the horse lips then I imagine he stood by his bed while he closed his eyes.
CLAM LAGOON
One day while dining in the large cafeteria, four sailors sat across from each other. Strangely, the breakfast table began to shift and rock. I looked at my buddies wondering which one of them was turning the table on us. According to the Adagdak Daily Planet, a large earthquake had visited us, accounting for the shaking table.
CANDLESTICK BRIDGE
Isenhart had a 50’s Chevrolet. We picked up some grub, drinks and radio and headed out to this bridge that had hundreds of small shiney fish swimming under the Candlestick Bridge. The boys all got out in the rain. I stayed in Dale’s Chevy and listened to the Sunday show on AFRS radio, Adak. It was really good.
Later, I joined the Armed Forces radio station with my own show, “Steve Phillips plays oldies”.
Hidden COVE or FINGER BAY under the Grey Skies
On our break, we bought lots of hamburger, buns and beer (Falstaf).
The boys built a handsome fire on the beach and cooked a bunch of burgers and buns to perfection! They sunk a case of Falstaf out in the Cove (Pacific waters). As it rained, we waded out to the case of beer, then went up on the shore, and ate crispy burgers in the rain, while we listened to the local radio, the Mighty 890 khz. The camaraderie, the beer, the juicy burgers which we consumed with vigor and the music on AFRS really made a great day.
EM CLUB Mooned at the
Adak Quonset Hut
Each Navy team had their own Quonset hut. The Section hut was real fancy, the lodge fireplace, the thickly shellacked, smooth wooden counter. And the mixed drinks were fine. One of the numbers of us drank only Coca Cola. He fit-in and was fun!
A sailor had the “watch” at the door while his wife went outside to relieve herself. Even though I did not know about the arrangement, I stepped out in the moonlight maybe for a smoke. I encountered the woman quickly, so I turned tail and stepped back inside the club. They explained the sked to me.
When the gal came back in, she told me she had been “watching the moon”.
That reminds me of a little town nearby where several Burma Shave signs on the farmers’ fencepost read, “Car in the ditch, driver in the tree. The Moooooon was full, and SO WAS HE!”