So I studied for and got my Federal Communications Commission license when I was 16, I hung around radio stations, and I finally landed a job at one in 1978 when I was 17 (which is a story for another day). I worked in radio and TV all through High School and College and beyond -- for minor and major stations in the Salt Lake City metro area and in Phoenix. I finally got out of the business when I moved from Phoenix to Seattle, even though I had offers to work for stations here. These old pictures bring back so many memories of great old stations that no longer exist as they did back then -- KCPX, KBBX, and KZAN, all in the Salt Lake City metro area. You can tell how long ago this was by the rotary dial telephone in the background on the bottom picture, taken at KZAN in Ogden, Utah. That and I actually had hair back then too.
My closest radio friend and mentor, Mike Bryant passed away back in 1996 of AIDS. Mike was my first radio friend and the one who taught me much of the business. Then earlier this year in March, my dear friend and fellow country music DJ Wade Jessen who had worked with both me and Mike in Salt Lake City, died quite suddenly of a heart attack. I'd just had a wonderful dinner with Wade and his partner who were in Salt Lake City this past Christmas visiting Wade's family. Wade and Corey lived in Nashville where Wade, who still was working in radio -- albeit the non-traditional broadcast medium of Satellite Radio for Sirius XM. We spent much of the dinner reminiscing about the old days and lamenting what has essentially become the death of broadcast radio. I wish I had the picture from that dinner -- we took one on Wade's phone but he never got the chance to send it to me before he passed.
And just this past week, a guy who was like a big sister to me, Jim Fordyce, died suddenly of a blood clot in his lung after having lunch with a friend of his in Palm Springs. I'd spoken with Jim just hours before about a project we were working on, and then later that day I heard from his partner Kevin that Jim was gone. The past two winters while I was in Palm Springs I'd spent a lot of time with my old friend, who had moved to the desert and set up a couple of "internet radio stations" and had a syndicated travel show on several California radio stations as well. He did it all from a studio in the house he shared with Kevin in Cathedral City. Jim had used me as the "voice" to introduce some of his shows on his Internet station as well as some narration projects this past year. It allowed me to once again enjoy being "on the air" in a way, and to be working again in a radio studio.
I had met Jim when I was living in Phoenix -- I was working at KNIX and he was working at KOOL -- at the time, two of the biggest stations in Phoenix. We became fast friends and spent many a hot Phoenix summer night on the patio of the now long-gone dance bar called "Connections" on North Seventh Street, drinking Coke that had been imported from Mexico and talking radio. This picture was taken of us in 1988 shortly before I moved to Seattle. Jim and I along with my boyfriend at the time Ruben and Jim's boyfriend at the time who's name I forget, all went down to Nogales, Mexico for a weekend. Jim's sitting on the donkey, stealing the show as he always was able to do with his larger than life personality.
And whenever Jim and I were working on a project in his studio in the desert we'd get sidetracked talking about the old days and we'd dig up recordings of singing jingles of call letters and station ID's and play them for hours. What would have been a half hour project would stretch to three or four hours. Kevin would roll his eyes, tell us to get back to work and stop playing jingles and he'd go out for a drink. Three hours of a chorus of jingle people singing "Musicradio! seventy-seven, W-A-B-C!" over and over would get to anyone who wasn't an ex radio person, and only an ex radio person would understand why we loved it so much.
I left Phoenix in 1989 and Jim left a few years later. I came to Seattle -- he went to Salt Lake and then on to Flint, Michigan and then to Lansing, Michigan. We'd talk often and after email became a thing we'd send emails all the time. Tony and I were in Chicago in 2007 and Jim took the train over from Michigan and we all hung out and a bar for the evening. Tony quickly got bored of the radio talk, but Jim and I laughed till we couldn't walk anymore over some of our old Phoenix antics.
But unfortunately now we won't have that party. I'm going to miss the almost weekly lunches with Jim and our studio time and our jingle tapes something fierce. Radio as we knew it and as we grew up with, is dead and gone, and I have no one to share those days with anymore. People rarely listen to broadcast radio these days even in cars as they come equipped with i-pod connections, satellite radio, and even Internet streaming capability. Folks have forgotten about the free over-the-air broadcast stations for the most part -- who needs them when everyone can carry around an entire radio station that they program themselves in their pocket and never have to listen to a commercial? I am just as guilty of this as the next guy.
But in my mind I often travel back to the days when radio was the way we listened to music -- when DJ's and radio personalities were famous, and when stations sang out their call letters with catchy jingles. I can see myself sitting in a dark room in front of a microphone, talking to no one I can see in front of me, and yet to thousands of people out there somewhere listening to my voice as it magically came to them over the air. Those days are gone, and all my friends I worked with are now gone too. And although I'm not, I kinda feel like the last survivor of an extinct species with no one left to share this part of history with anymore -- no one that lived it with me and worked at the same places. Someone who remembers a reel-to-reel tape deck, a "cart", how a mixing board works, and how to match the jingle tempo with a song tempo. Someone who knows how to make a bland boring weather forecast into a fun casual conversation with an imaginary unseen friend. Someone who knows what "top of the hour" and "bottom of the hour" means, and how to talk for exactly 7 seconds of the 8 seconds that start a song, saying "Hi there! It's 10 o'clock. I'm Gary Gardner and you're listening to KNIX-FM, Phoenix!" ending a beat just before the singer starts to sing.
So tonite I'll raise a glass and toast those days, and my fellow radio personality friends, Mike Bryant, Wade Jessen, and Jim Fordyce. Because broadcast radio waves travel outwards forever to infinity, their voices -- and mine -- are still wafting out in space at the speed of light as we speak -- growing ever fainter as they travel further and further out. In this way they -- we -- will live on forever, and so will the golden days of music radio. And I'd like to think that somewhere out there someone with right technology will have the capability to listen back in time to our broadcasts, and will laugh at our corny jokes and smile when we "hit the post" with a perfectly timed weather forecast leading up into a rousing singing jingle station ID. Here's to you my friends, and here's to radio too. I miss you all.