- 10:45 PM - 6:00 AM, Friday -
Saturday, August 18th - 19th, 1995:
SHOW 41
- Man did I have energy when I
walked in there. It had been a week, and I was ready
to be back. I really did miss talking to the people.
Read up on the news I had missed all week and went on
talking and didn't have to play music until the 4:00
hour! Unfortunately I kept messin' up my breaks in
between 5:00 - 6:00. This really sucks since Bob
Conners and Joe Bradley are listenin'. I think I was
just tired, but damn. Overall, it was just a great
night. That was the longest I had done talk for, and I
was wasted after that. I had no clue how I'd be able
to do the fair. When Connors came in he was ranting
and raving about how the station was going to shit. It
was funny, and he was totally kidding. I feel more
comfortable around him. Now onto the
fair...
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- 11:30 AM - 6:00 PM,
Saturday, August 19th, 1995:
- TIRED. Very TIRED. I got 4
hours of sleep, but I was still TIRED. This was a
great time except for how it started. I got in there
and the damn feed to the station wasn't hooked up
again. Before I called the engineer AGAIN, I made sure
that there wasn't anything that I could do to fix it.
Well luckily I remembered how to set up the feed from
last time, and I was hooked up in about 5 seconds.
Thank god I didn't have to go through that mess again.
Brad got some PR lady to fill the rest of our spots
with interviewees. It was great. Monty, of course. The
'94 and '95 Fair Queens, A midway guy, and of course a
food guy who brought us lunch. After the first
interview though, Greg the engineer calls up and is
pissed that I didn't call him. What the hell? Call his
house when he already explained what to do? He was
REAL shitty: "Now you need to learn how to follow
instructions..." Fuck you buddy. Someone has to show
me how to do something once, and then that's it. There
was no need for me to call him at his home and ask him
something I already knew. But he treated me like a 5
year old for it. What a dick. It was as if he was
upset I could do it without him. If he wants me to
call him even when I know the solution, fine. I'll
call him at home a BUNCH tomorrow. Dick. Otherwise
things were fine except Cannon was doin' a remote at
that same time at some warehouse. It wasn't written on
the DTI, and no one knew about it. It made things a
little hectic for two hours, but he only did it from 2
- 4. Tomorrow's another long day, but I'm only at the
fair until 2:00.
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- 11:00 PM - 9:00 AM, Saturday
- Sunday, August 19th - 20th, 1995:
SHOW 42
(200 hours passed)
- Slow nights really suck. I made
a comparison cart of Mr. Mike, and Al Capp from
Imagine John Lennon fame, in preperation for another
battle with him...he never called. Otherwise: NO
CALLERS. Well some....enough to keep "..fame.." on a 9
show streak. And some crazy
drunk guy called me off
the air. I think I'm gonna make a cart out of it.
Trivia went well, and carried into 4:00 just a little.
Now at the end of the talking shift. A regular called
upset at the Al/Mike cart which I played even though
he never called. The guy was drunk and was pretty
unintelligable, but he basically said that I'm losing
listeners when I make fun of people like that, and he
compared me to Hansell. This was the guy who said he
hated Hansell and would write to Bill and try to get
me his slot. Now he hates me. Off the air I explained
to him that Mr. Mike gave me quite a bit of shit and I
was sick of it. His only response was that of
astonishment that I would say "shit". And I mean his
ONLY response. For the next 4, yes 4 minutes he kept
repeating his awe. I couldn't believe that he was so
caught up that I said "shit". All of this off-air
bickering led to me forgetting to put in the
newswoman's cart, and fucked everything up. This was
the third time I had done this and I was SOOOOOO
pissed. I yelled at the guy even more, hung up on him,
and apologized again to Sarah. During perspective I
recorded an a capella version of "Say it to Me". It
was great, will be one of my better songs. Now I get
to go back to the Fair. I'm extremely tired, but then
comes my favorite part...Sleep.
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- 11:30 AM - 1:00 PM, Sunday,
August 20th, 1995:
- What a joke. Everything was
messed up again. This time it was Ameritech's fault,
not mine nor Jack's at the studio. Greg was nicer
today, but I still think he's a power freak. I did two
live drops from the cell phone. It sounded like I was
on the front lines in Bosnia. Oh well, it's over,
that's all I care about. A nice week off. Nothin' like
workin' during the weekends, and having the weeks
off.
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