We’re testing the performance of the widget I’ve been working on for the last couple of years. It’s being operated over a wide temperature range in a vacuum chamber. This particular test cycle will run 24/7 for next couple of weeks. It’s important to demonstrate the reliability of the equipment prior to launch because I don’t make house calls above the atmosphere.
In the spring of 1968, I was working at WLAC in Nashville. WLAC is a clear channel AM station that covers 28 states and a large swath of the Caribbean islands at night. During the day, the station was programmed for an upper middle-class local audience in Nashville and referred to itself as “News Radio 1510.” At night, it was the number one R&B station in the country and called itself “Blues Radio 1510.” To make the transition from one format to the other, there was a block of programs that ran from 6 to 8 pm. It started with a local newscast and a series of news, sports, and commentary programs from CBS that ran from 6:00 to 6:35. They were followed by taped programs beginning with a financial infomercial followed by a right-wing political broadcast, a religious program, and a southern gospel music program. Then, the R&B DJs (John R, Hoss Allen, and Gene Nobles) hit the air from 8 pm to 4 am.
My news shift ran from 4 to 10:30 pm. From 6 until almost 8, I was usually the only person at the stations studios other that the guard at the front door. I did the local newscast from the operator’s position in Master Control and ran the console to bring in the CBS programs, play the recorded local commercial, do station breaks, and play the taped programming.
For many years, CBS radio used a cuing system that consisted of brief chirps transmitted during pauses in programs. Those chirps operated display equipment at the network affiliates used to signal what was happening next. In the ’60s, the display was rather crude—an illuminated stepper wheel numbered 0 through 9. One kind of chirp caused the wheel to increment on position upward. Another kind of chirp reset the wheel to 0. At WLAC, the Netalert box was set up in a rack behind the master control operator. We couldn’t see it, but we could just barely hear the device increment. It wasn’t quite loud enough for our mic to pick it up. 5 seconds before a program started, the box would step to a 1 (program cue), and at the end of a program the box would step to 2 (end cue) and then reset to 0. Occasionally, the box would step to 3 for a news bulletin.
So here’s what happened on the evening of 4 April, 1968.
6:28:49 CBS: … Phil Rizzuto, CBS Sports [second netalert chirp, reset chirp]
6:28:50 RECORDED COMMERCIAL: Star Chrysler/Plymouth
6:29:50 LIVE: This is News Radio 1510, WLAC, the broadcasting service of the Life and Casualty Insurance …
6:29:55 CBS: [netalert chrip]
6:29:55 LIVE: … Company, in Nashville, Tennessee. Stay tuned for the Minority Report from CBS at 6:30.
6:30:00 CBS: Dead air
6:30:15 CBS: [second and third chirps]
6:30:25 CBS: This is Douglas Edwards, CBS News New York. Civil Rights Leader Martin Luther King, Jr., has been shot in Memphis, Tennessee.
That night, a 20-year-old white kid working as the newscaster on an R&B station with 2,000,000 listeners learned the importance of getting the story right.
Failing failure gotta fail, and Team Kimberlin’s use of such incompetent PR flacks has been a great source of pointage, laughery, and mockification. For example, consider this post about Blues in the Night from four years ago today.
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Back in the late ’60s when I was working the midnight to 6 am shift on an FM station, I sometimes suspected that I only had a dozen or so listeners. A worrisome thing who’ll leave ya to sing
The blues in the night
Yes, babe, only, only blues in the night …
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Speaking of working in radio during the ’60s, tomorrow is an anniversary of one of my most memorable evening on the air. Tune in tomorrow to more details.
I think my cat has been reading Heinlein. When I opened the door to let her out this morning, she took one look at the global warming falling on the yard and gave me that you’ve-opened-the-wrong-door look.
… that I remember when Harry Truman was President. That shouldn’t be too surprising since today is my 70th birthday.
… I remember receiving my own SWATting threat.
I’m wearing a new pair of warm socks, eating a slice Christmas pizza (red and green, made from the leftover lox from breakfast and green olives), sipping a cup of orange coffee, and listening to Messiah on the radio.