One morning at about six, my bedside clock/radio rudely awakened me. I had it set to one of my favorite radio stations, KFMI, which at that time broadcasted out Arcata, Calif.
I was doing a part-time gig at its AM sister station, KATA.
When the radio came to life, the punk rock band The Clash was banging one out. β« Sharif don’t like it π Rockin’ the Casbah β« Rock the Casbah π Sharif don’t like it β« Rockin’ the Casbah π Rock the Casbah…
Immediately, I came straight up out of a dead sleep, fumbled for 10 or 15 seconds as I turned off the racket, and hit the shower. After a musical interlude like that, I was fully awake.
As I stood under the spray nozzle, I thought back to my time at KPOD in Crescent City, Calif., when the program director Greg “Big G, Little O” O’Neil called and balled me out for playing “Nothing but a Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley at 5:30 a.m. I chucked the rest of the morning, realizing O’Neil would have fired my ass if I had been scratching out “Rock the Casbah” at that hour.
Yes, we were still in the world of turntables.
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