Getting ready for last night’s show had me looking to the past. I must’ve listened to a portion of 15 cassettes of Unsanitary Outhouse from the 1986-89 era. Strangely, most of them did not have Bill Brinkmoeller on them. Why would I have not recorded more when we did the show together? When we were together on an odd tape, we sounded like two great friends having a blast spinning tunes and yarns.
I was left with so many questions after the listening session (which, by the way, did not produce what I was looking for), most of them not to be shared aloud. I did, though, remember that early romance with WAIF and community radio. How on earth could programming like that be allowed on the air? Dirty words, dead air, studio noise, talking tech with people off mic. It had everything that the radio I had been listening to didn’t.
Memories of my formative radio years are hazy at best as any tape I listened to suggested. Taking notes along religiously taping and listening to recordings in the later years certainly aided my long term retention. My recent archaeological dig through a fraction of UO/BITTT memorabilia unearthed artifacts worthy of the Smithsonian. Or at least a small shrine in my home or office. Some of those pics have been migrating their way onto this site, but I hope to someday get a more organized approach for sharing the wealth.
Where’s my intern anyway?