Once upon a time radio could sell anything: Stereos, pimple cream, Starland Vocal Band, New Coke. Then rap came to crush our aural unification. At least that’s my take from this pleasant if tepid account of Top 40 radio’s heyday in the second half of the last century.
Ben Fong-Torres, a former editor for Rolling Stone magazine perhaps best known as a character in the movie Almost Famous, pulls together people and places from four decades of Top 40 radio dominance, from the birth of rock n’ roll to the emergence of modern-day narrow-casting which sped its demise.
It
was a time of fast-talking dee-jays, payola, clock-watching formulatics, and teenage
audiences who steadfastly tuned into a vast entertainment kingdom of their very
own. Fong-Torres explains the concept at the outset:
It would be
designed to draw adults as well as teenagers, but on the surface it was a
hyped-up soundtrack for that other cold war of the fifties and early sixties:
the one between adults and kids.
Despite
this cultural view, Fong-Torres’ approach as it develops is to make the story
less about that, or even the music, and more about the people who worked on radio.
It’s an approach that either sells you on The
Hits Just Keep On Coming, or wears you out.
Fong-Torres
presents a succession of short feature pieces on radio celebrities like Dick Clark,
Casey Kasem, Gary Owens, Wolfman Jack, and Scott Shannon, many interviewed for
the book, all loosely connected to a somewhat chronological account on the rise
of Top 40 radio. Through their varied experiences, you get a feeling for the
demands of hit radio, its pleasures and its inevitable toll.
Some
of the happiest sounding guys on radio were basket cases when the mike went
off. Alan Freed, the first big-name deejay of the rock n’ roll era, who both
pioneered and prefigured Top 40 radio, drank a lot and accepted bribes for
playing music, which eventually turned him into a casualty of a so-called “Payola”
scandal. He died young and broke.
Alan Freed in his heyday at the mike of WINS-AM in New York. Image from http://nostalgiacentral.com/music/artists-a-to-k/artists-a/alan-freed/ |
Fong-Torres
writes of one 1960s legend, “Mad Daddy” Pete Myers, who committed suicide after
being moved from his preferred time slot.
Myers
wasn’t the only such casualty: [Rick]
Shaw, who was also a commercial pilot and flight instructor and taught a radio
announcing class at the University of San Francisco, said he knew of three disc
jockeys who killed themselves, along with others “who’ve gone off the end of
the chemical ladder, and some who are very good, but bitter, and won’t try
because they think the world is against them.”
Overall,
though, The Hits is a happy book celebrating
the youth culture of another time, as well as the young and middle-aged men who
propagated it for personal and professional enrichment.
Fong-Torres
lights upon assorted topics within the gamut of Top 40 radio. Clearly he knows
the subject from his time covering music media. Yet he’s not the deepest
writer; too often his approach is that of a Parade
profilist offering zippy quotes for a browser’s amusement. In fact, Fong-Torres’
perch for years at Rolling Stone was as
the author of short text blocks called “Random Notes;” a similar approach shows
up here in the form of boxy pull-out sections populating each chapter.
A
big negative for me is Fong-Torres’ focus on people who were his personal friends
and/or inspirations in Top 40 radio. He spends much time on Bill Gavin, a
contemporary commentator on Top 40 radio who produced a magazine and was known
for his incorruptibility. Fong-Torres tells you time and again how wonderful
and sagacious a fellow Gavin was, but never succeeds in making him interesting.
No
such problem for Gary Owens, the legendary California dee-jay for whom Fong-Torres
worked, Almost Famous-style, while
still in high school. Owens even signed Fong-Torres’ Oakland High yearbook with
an inspirational message in his own inimitable argot: “Stifling a child’s
extravertentualities tends to subjunctuate his biophysical
transmogrifications.”
Owens was unique even in the world of Top 40 jocks: His smooth baritone made him a highly sought voice-over artist and, eventually, a television star from regular appearances in “beautiful downtown Burbank” on “Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In.” He was also very funny, with a hyper wit and a warped perspective on life which made him unpredictable in his buttoned-down manner.
Other
dee-jays include Rick Dees, a Los Angeles legend who actually managed to have a
Top 40 hit of his own, a parody number called “Disco Duck” which shot to the top
of the charts in 1976. Dees cheerfully admits to taking humor where he finds
it, even from others’ material. He describes one radio station he worked at as “the
Karen Ann Quinlan of radio, it was plugged in but nothing was going on.”
When
The Hits Just Keep On Coming focuses
on the charisma of Owens, Dees, and other big-name dee-jays, it is decently
readable. Then there’s the business side. Here I found the book lacking.
Fong-Torres
describes a kind of tension between two different formats, one stricter than
the other. “Color Radio” came first, a term taken from the then-novel
innovation of color television. As radio found itself competing with television
for attention in the 1950s, programmers latched on to the sound of young
America, rock n’ roll, and hired disc jockeys to introduce songs in a quick,
joyous fashion. The job catered to a certain type of personality, extroverted
and a bit outrageous, at least on air. Program director Pat O’Day explains his
strategy:
“I carefully hired
my jocks. They had to be real communicators and entertainers. We had a goal,
and that is that every thirty minutes, we want to make people laugh, or cry, or
do something.”
As
advertisers picked up on the popularity of the medium, a more focused approach
was taken by others, most notably Bill Drake. Drake championed what became known
as “Boss Radio;” under his guidance, the Los Angeles market became known as “Boss
Angeles:”
If Drake had only
one goal, it was to do everything he could to keep listeners from tuning out.
Besides the clutter-cutting, he set newscasts away from the traditional top and
bottom of the hour, or the five-minutes-before the hour trick that early Top 40
pioneers tried. His newscasts were at twenty minutes before and/or after the
hour, allowing for “more music” sweeps of as long as forty minutes.
Fong-Torres
explains how this approach annoyed purists like O’Day, who felt it undercut on-air
personalities into chirpy sound-bites. But it comes across as a distinction
without a difference. After all, both approaches were ultimately subservient to
the music.
The
music is where I felt most let down by Fong-Torres’ book. He admires Top 40
music for its diversity more than its quality. “Top 40 meant democracy in radio,”
he writes, and adds its inclusiveness was especially meaningful to him as a Chinese-American.
But he doesn’t seem to think much of the music or its place as table-setter:
In the early
sixties, in the aftermath of the payola scandal, Top 40 radio sometimes sounded
shell-shocked. There were all these surrogate teen idols – as if an Elvis could
be replaced by a Frankie, a Fabian, a Bobby, or a Conway.
It’s
a common trope that the early 1960s were a wasteland for good music, not without
merit, but Fong-Torres fails here and elsewhere to look deeper at the sounds that
connected with young people. The Beatles’ prominence later on gets some
attention, less so Motown. In an appendix, Fong-Torres lists out all the
number-one hits as tracked by Gavin’s publication, mentioning “If You Don’t Know
Me” by Harold Melvin & The Bluenose. Did he really not know the act
was called “the Blue Notes”?
One
nice supplement to The Hits Just Keep On
Coming is a compact disc containing over an hour’s worth of air checks by
notable dee-jays who appear in the book. We get to hear Freed denounce the
movie Blackboard Jungle for defaming teenagers, “the greatest and most wonderful age group in America.”
Casey Kasem, unrecognizable from his stint beginning in 1970 of hosting the
nationally-syndicated “American Top 40,” does lame but upbeat patter in a kind
of “Amos-&-Andy”-style that no doubt would be frowned upon today.
A
majority of the on-air talent featured in the air-check disc are West Coast dee-jays,
another failing of the book as I see it. It was on the East Coast where Top 40
radio first took off and thrived. Fong-Torres, who lived and worked in
California, keeps his attention on his part of the world, making only
occasional detours east.
As
hungry as I was to relive the experience of my own youth, picking up on the
sounds I used to hear on stations like WABC-AM and WNBC-AM in New York, I found
myself coming up short reading this patchwork account. It’s not a bad book, and
it covers a fantastic topic, but left me wanting more.
Fortunately
the work of these and other dee-jays live on, if not on terrestrial radio, then
on YouTube in aircheck form. I recommend going there first, and giving this
book a look if you are hungry for more.
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