It was Friday, August 5, 1988.<\/p>\n
I’d been job-hunting almost a year and half.<\/p>\n
I had called – or at least tried <\/em>to call – every talk radio station in the United States, or at least every one I could find evidence of.<\/p>\n With a few exceptions.<\/p>\n I figured there were a couple of markets into which there was no chance in hell I’d land; Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago, Philly, and of course New York. Maybe I could get a producer gig – but even those, I figured, would hardly be worth the effort. I woke up this morning, and figured “what do I have to lose?”<\/p>\n I opened up my ratty, disintegrating copy of the SRDS, and called WMCA Radio in New York – a talk radio station.<\/p>\n To my amazement, I got through to the program director.<\/p>\n I did my patter. It was a short conversation…<\/p>\n “Send me a tape”, he said.<\/p>\n …but a good one.<\/p>\n Exhilarated – and not really expecting much – I picked out an audition tape, typed up a cover letter, and biked to the post office.<\/p>\n I actually had a spring in my step as I drove out to City Limits that night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It was Friday, August 5, 1988. I’d been job-hunting almost a year and half. I had called – or at least tried to call – every talk radio station in the United States, or at least every one I could find evidence of. With a few exceptions. I figured there were a couple of markets […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2970","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-twenty-years-ago-today"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2970","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2970"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2970\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI was working in bars. I was living with a stoner sex addict and a speed metal singer. I was in a house where sewage oozed from the ceiling, and the landlord couldn’t be bothered.<\/p>\n