It occurs to me – even though we’ve got all the internet we want these days, I’ve never gone out and looked up a lot of the people I used to know in the radio business.
Of course, from my first, probably most “famous” gig in Twin Cities radio – KSTP, thirty years ago – some of them are all too easy. Don Vogel died over twenty years ago; John MacDougal, not long after that. Cathy Wurzer has been part of the furniture at MPR for almost as long. Mark Boyle has been the voice of the Indiana Pacers for a quarter century now; his sports sidedkick Bruce Gordon is a communications guy with the State of Minnesota.
But of the people who were on the air, the one I get asked about the most is Geoff Charles. The self-styled former-marine / former hippie and the only person in American media who’s farther out than Art Bell, who was just as mercurial and enigmatic in person as he was on the air (and one of the genuinely nicest people I’ve ever met in the racket, once I started working for him) is…
…utterly, counterintuitively, a long-time fixture in radio in Providence, Rhode Island.
And the idea of G Charles staying anywhere that long is a psychic acid trip in its own right.