Music vet and New Times scribe Lee Zimmerman shares stories of memorable rock 'n' roll encounters that took place in our local environs. This week: crazy characters from the world of radio.
I still have several buddies who, like me, are veterans of that continuing tussle, but the vast majority of my former colleagues I haven't seen in decades. Back in the day, we were cocky and carefree 20-somethings and 30-somethings who had great jobs in the business of rock 'n' roll, all left to our own devices to try to wrangle a few hits and reap the rewards in the process. We were all a little bit crazy too, hardly the professional buttoned-down types demanded by the corporate world. We were rock 'n' rollers in our own little universe, tucked behind the scenes perhaps, but no less committed to the business at hand.
I'm more than a bit curious about what some of these guys are up to these days. Inevitably there will be those who are still involved with the industry in one way or another, either as managers, consultants, or mere wannabes. There's no doubt that age will have taken its toll, but it will also be interesting to see if time has tempered their wacky ways.
Likewise, the legendary Rick Shaw, program director of WAXY, another Top 40 station of great importance at the time, would regale us with tales tallied up during his years in the business. I recall one story in particular, how when the Beatles first arrived in Miami Beach in 1964, he was out on the tarmac, microphone in hand. When Ringo Starr spied Rick's ring, he all but asked if he wouldn't mind surrendering it. Why? Because of the initials, of course. Both men had the same two letters in common -- RS, of course!