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June 29, 2015
Claude’s Commentary No. 70

By Claude Hall

I still love music.  The last verse of “The Prisoner’s Song” is engrained in my soul.  And, like
most of you, when I find a great song I’ve got the urge to make sure someone else listens to
it.  I heard the first time Elvis Presley was on the air – “Blue Moon of Kentucky” on the
Louisiana Hayride over KWKH, Shreveport -- and had to hear it again.  Same with Johnny
Cash (“Hey, Porter” and “Cry, Cry, Cry”).  I wore out the 45 rpm single of “Folsom Prison
Blues” without ever taking it off the little RCA plug-in turntable.
I shall always love the music of Linda Ronstadt and Emmyou Harris.  The past couple of
years, the music of The Mavericks has impressed me immensely.  Raul Malo is something
else.  Yes, Los Lobos, too.  And who doesn’t enjoy Willie Nelson?  I picked his first RCA LP
and the second and, of course, the LP that made him and Waylon Jennings famous.  For
I sent Ken Dowe and Chuck Dunaway a copy of Tom Russell singing “All the Fine Young
Ladies.”  I’d been in the study most of the morning listening mostly to Tom Russell.  It was
Ernie Hopseker who introduced me to Tom’s music and the late George Wilson dug up this
song in an Albuquerque music store for me and put it on the air on his then worldwide Internet
program … then emailed me this particular tune.  Tom Russell grows on you.  In a few
minutes, I’ve got to go hear his song “Nina Simone” from the CD “Aztec Jazz.”  The tune – I
guess 90 percent of his songs – is/are on this MacBook Pro.
Ken Dowe:  “Thank you, Claude!  If we were not so old, I would buy us an Austin station
where we would create a COWBOY POETRY & AND SONGS format.  You'd choose the
music and I'd find the ranch hands to sit around the fire playing western tunes ... and telling of
the storied past of dusty cattle drives, Indian wars, whiskey, wild mustangs ... and wilder
women.  Y'all leave your guns at the door.  Grab hold of a shot of Tequila, set a spell ... and
listen to Tom Russell tell the story GALLO DEL CIELO, the rooster from heaven ... and the
most hellacious cock fight ever in the West!  We could go out guns a blazin'!”
Woody Roberts to Bob Weisbuch:  Dr. Bob, old flashback.  I've told you about the 1976 NYE
ride to Cleveland and staying in Lee Baby's hotel suit when I got a call from a man, Bill Seale,
from Corpus who had met me backstage at a Jerry Garcia concert.  He wanted me to come
show him and a station owner how to run a successful facility ... but it had to be a unique
progressive.  They had a class C at 101.3 FM to play with.  I didn't want to do radio but Lee
pushed me into it ... he knew I had financial problems after my Armadillo media projects
failed.  ‘Woody, get your ass down there and help those guys’.  Turned out to be a highlight
among memories and the guys were Grateful Dead backstage family and friends with the San
Francisco/Richmond chapters of the Hell's Angels.  The station owner was forced to leave his
loose life in SF and return to his hometown to handle the affairs of his oil properties.  He
wanted to be able to hear the Dead and others that were not played on the Corpus Top 40
outlets.  So he bought a radio station.  Neither guy had been in radio and Bill was made GM
so my consultancy was managerial as well as programming.  I lived in SA and commuted to
Corpus where they gave me a car, apartment, and a pretty girl to help keep it tidy.  What good
times.  Within a year we ruled men 18-38 and women 18-24.  I never kept any photos, articles,
posters or other past memory jogs but many times wished I had a photo of Bill and Bruce. 
Yesterday the fellow who back then did 9-noon at C-101 sent me photos he took of the three
of us in December, 1977.  A year after Lee had pushed me their way.  The photo:  Bill Seale,
grey hair, became GM; owner Bruce B. Baxter III, beard; Woody glasses. PS -- No one
anywhere knew I was in Cleveland and in that hotel and under Lee's name -- for years I tried
to get Bill to reveal how he located me.  He would just laugh and took the secret to his grave.”
Joel O’Brien:  “I just by error sent you your blog.  I was meaning to send it to another friend. 
Please don't think I was returning it to you.  Cheers!”
Good on you, Joel.  The more readers, the merrier!
Doc Wendell:  “Here is my first installment of my record recommendations segment.  I picked
an obscure one for my fellow jazz geeks.”
From Morris Diamond to Joey Reynolds:  “Good morning, Joey -- I just spent the morning
scanning Claude Hall's weekly letter and was pleased to read your 3-4 page contribution.  I
knew you were smart and clever – but now I have to add the word 'brilliant' to my personal
evaluation of Joey Reynolds.  I'm so happy to have the memories of our visit a couple of
years ago when plugging my book in New York City and we gathered at Joe Franklin's
office, had lunch and then you drove Alice and I to our dock where our cruise ship was docked
ready for an Atlantic crossing to France.  Great memories of that along with many other
meetings … such as when we were both asked to speak at Morton Downey, Jr's funeral. 
Your take-off of Radio and TV and the personalities of the past in your wonderful dissertation
should be an education unto itself to almost everyone else that spends their Monday mornings
deeply involved in Claude's very informative Newsletter that we read and learn more and
more from each and every  week.  Thanks for the memories.”
Hey, Joey!  Professor Andy Hall, also gave your diatribe of a week ago a thumb’s up.
Don Goldberg:  “Joey Reynolds was my radio hero. Through the static on KB listening so far
away when 50KW blasted from Buffalo to my clock radio in Philly. When college friend Al
Resnick was his board op at WXYZ in Detroit I hitch-hiked out there to see Al and got
introduced.  Joey worked hard and played harder.  After a trip to the Roostertail we got back to
town in his signature gold '65 Mustang and in a hotel room, Joey have me my first joint.
 These are things you remember.  I visited him in Hartford later.  He inspired me to break
radio traditions and play with all there was in a creative medium.  A few years later I was the
first production director at WMMR under Jerry Stevens.  When Joey moved to Philly we
reconnected.  He was living the high life.  I introduced him to Ron Cutler (then Diamond
doing oldies on WIFI).  More creative radio.  I've moved around the country surfing the
airwaves from market to market doing creative production with some great FM Rockers in the
majors, then creating pilots for national syndication with Ron in LA for Dees, Cousin Brucie,
Dick Summer, Joyner and doing a reboot of Drake's ‘History of Rock and Roll’ for Jim
Kefford in the 80s.  All the inspiration for breaking bounds comes from knowing that it's OK
to be creative and fail every thrice in awhile.  Thanks for the inspiration, Joey.  And ... the
joint. Whatever it takes.”
Thanks for the note, Don.  I was sincerely pleased to hear from you.
Joey Reynolds does his “Wrap” from an Internet publication called Citywatch.

Paul Cassidy:  “John DiScuillo is the best promotion director, I ever worked with. John led
WKBW-TV 7 to the top 5 of all ABC affiliates in the mid-90s.  A killer idea person!! 
Reverend Don Moomaw was an All-American football player at UCLA.  Hopalong.”
I’ve been in the church that Joey mentioned and where Don Moomaw preached.  A beautiful
church that overlooked both San Monica as well as the San Fernando Valley.  It was a nice
place to pray.
Rich Robbin:  “The ‘bluebird’ thing is just another way of saying ‘may all be well with you’ ...
thanks again for your
great weekly email.”
I was just kidding, Richbro.  Or trying to.  I’m glad to have you dropping by.  You and Timmy
Manocheo, the second biggest Deadhead after my son John A. Hall, Esq.  I’d mentioned the
heat here at present, running around 110 degrees or a dab more.
Timmy Manocheo:  “10-4, Claudius.  Cool it down with watermelon, ice & fans.  OR, consider
moving out here to Ventura.  I'll drive the moving truck.”
Wish I could, Timmy.  That area from Ventura to Monterey Bay is absolutely one of the most
beautiful in the world.  Barbara and I used to hop into the little MG, top down, that I owned
and breeze up to Pismo for clam chowder.  Best in the world at the Splash.  Guarantee you! 
We’d park and wade in the Pacific lapwaters.  You sup on Pismo’s chowder and wade in the
Pacific somewhere near and it’ll knock 10 or 12 years off your noggin.  Guarantee that, too! 
Of course, there was a thermal pool down below Palm Springs that I always thought had a
curative effect.
Don Elliot:  “You might remember this on KIIS FM when I was program director:  Open the
PDF and scroll to the bottom of page 15 to play the two different links to my original of years
ago and then the new version -- (it's in this month's radio in production magazine).”
Don referred to a “duet” – really great -- he produced back when and to a copy of Radio and
Production edited by Jerry Vigil in Irvine, TX.  You might reach Jerry here.  And maybe
reach the magazine on  Facebook and Twitter.

Rick Frio sent an email alerting me to the Glen Campbell show on CNN this Sunday. 
Heartwarming!  Scott Brochetta was one of the commenters … Mike’s son.  My mother died
from Alzheimer’s.  Horrible stuff.  The last time I saw her – in a Houston care center – I
bawled like a baby.
Bob Sherwood:  “So … Kindly Ol’ Uncle Claudius, in reviewing this week’s Commentary you
opened with the always interesting Woody Roberts giving us more on the ‘you can never get
too much’ on the late, lamented and enormously talented Lee “Baby” Simms.  You then
segue-wayed to the eloquent Ken Dowe who stopped us from whateverinhell we were doing
and brought us pause and then Meditations of Marcus Aurelius!  I don’t recall ever seeing that
in the Kal Rudman Report.  Then the occasionally prickly Ron Jacobs does a wonderfully
informative and touching tribute to -- with all due respect to Rosalie Trombley, Dave Sholin
and Elma Greer -- Betty Brenneman, one of the All-time Great Music Directors who was
certainly one of the cornerstones of the fabulous Drake and RKO stations in the ‘60s and
‘70s.  Finally, a very personal and touching autobiographical essay by Joey Reynolds … who
puts paid to F. Scott Fitzgerald’s assertion that there are ‘no second acts in America’.  I think
I speak for a number of people who were always impressed by the brilliant and creative on-air
work of Joey and are even more impressed by what he’s done with the second half of his life. 
God Bless, Joey.  And finally, his State of the Industry piece was more thoughtful, cogent,
precise and focused than all of the last 50 speeches delivered at the NAB.  It should be
required reading for management of all radio chains and stations.  Though, sadly, most
wouldn’t understand it.  For those still in broadcasting and those of us who aren’t but still love
it … Go, Joey!  So … that’s a somewhat unbiased observers review of this week’s
Commentary.  It only contained far more than has been written in the last 20 years of
Billboard! ... 30 years?”
Great on you, Bob!
Joe Nick Patoski:  “As you might have heard, we’re launching a Kickstarter campaign on
Tuesday, June 30, for my documentary fin, ‘Sir Doug & The Genuine Texas Cosmic Groove’,
to pay for music rights so we can complete the film and get it out into the world. The bigger
goal is to get Doug Sahm into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and we believe through this
Kickstarter, its a goal we can reach.  This is where we need your help and support. We need to
hit the ground running, so we're privately launching the Kickstarter on Monday and we'd love
to have backers already locked in before we publicly launch Tuesday. Stats show that this sort
of psychology really works for big campaigns like this. If you are planning to contribute, I ask
that you back the project on Monday, so you can help roll out this campaign with a bang. 
Shhh. Silencio, por favor. Please keep this under the radar until we actually launch on
Tuesday. The page isn't live yet.  I'll send out another email on Monday with further
instructions and a link to the live Kickstarter page.  If this is inconvenient timing for you, I
completely understand and appreciate any help you can lend in spreading the word once we
publicly launch.”
I apologize, Joe Nick, if I fouled you up.  But on a weekly schedule like this, it’s sort of now
or never.  A week from now is sometimes forever.