Posted on 07/11/2009 10:58:56 PM PDT by raccoonradio
Howie Carr had hip surgery the other day and will absent from his radio show for the next two weeks. There will be various fill ins. Here's the thread for these upcoming two weeks. If Howie has any newspaper columns I will repro them here. (note: so far no sign of any Sunday Herald column for 7/12 but if it appears I'll post it)
Indeed, I heard about Cronkite about 8:30 pm on Red Sox radio.
Howie should be back a week from Monday
ALL IN THE FAMILY—episode where a CBS TV news crew interviews Archie
ARCHIE: Edith, what channel is the Cronkite news on?
EDITH: Channel 2, Archie—the one we don’t watch because you keep saying that Walter Cronkite is a Communist.
no idea—Katz and the Col. do it, don’t they?
Yes, but Avi never, ever does the “Chump Line”.
Howie column ping
RIP: Big Mattress, WBCN
By Howie Carr | Sunday, July 19, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
Duane Ingalls Glasscock was the first radio show I ever got involved in, which I’ll explain in a moment. But first I want to say goodbye to Duane’s flagship, WBCN [website], the Rock of Boston, which as you know is going off the air next month.
None of which means anything to anybody who wasn’t living here sometime between the late 1960s and the early 1990s, and if you want to dismiss these photos as just more narcissistic Boomer nostalgia I won’t argue. All I can do is paraphrase Bob Dylan: You would not think to look at them, but they were famous long ago.
These pictures from ’BCN’s “Golden Age” were taken by my friend Larry Bruce, who at the time was an engineer there. You can see these, and lots more, by going online to bostonherald.com.
Back in ’BCN’s glory days, everybody read the same news, watched the same TV shows and listened to the same radio. The culture had yet to fragment.
So everyone listened to ’BCN on Saturdays to hear Duane Ingalls Glasscock - morning guy Charles Laquidara’s alter ego, a 17-year-old “clone” who played songs like “White Punks on Dope” over and over again, while randomly insulting callers, asking them, “Have you ever been phoned in Upton, Mass., for being a lucky wise guy?”
You had to be there, I guess.
Anyway, I was covering City Hall, where City Councilor Freddy Langone had been conducting slapstick hearings into Mayor Kevin White’s use of the Parkman House during the Pope’s visit to Boston in 1979. One of the radio reporters spliced together a couple of Freddy’s great soundbites and put them on his telephone answering machine:
“Who ate at the Pakkkkkh-man House? Who? Who. H-W-O-H who? . . . Was it da Pope? Did da Pope eat at the Pakkkkkh-man House?”
On Saturday morning, I called up ’BCN’s listener line and told the intern or whoever to write down the reporter’s number, call it and record the voice message.
“Duane will know what to do with it,” I said, hanging up. And he did. All day, driving around the city, I was tuned in as Duane would make some obscene suggestion to a female caller on Girly Watch, or shout out “Hello Rangoon!” after which Freddy would come on with his plaintive question: “H-W-O-H Who?”
I’d be at a stoplight and look over at the car next to me and I’d see those people laughing too, at the joke I’d engineered, sort of. It was the first time I realized the power of radio - the power then, you understand, as opposed to now, which is not nearly as much.
I got to know Charles Laquidara, even doing a column on him when I found out that he seemed to be using a different birth date on every official document he had - driver’s license, FCC permit, gun permits, etc. He wanted a sitdown. I suggested Foley’s.
I gave him the payphone number at Foley’s in case he got lost. As Charles got closer and closer to Foley’s he kept calling me with eyewitness reports of the terrifying pedestrians he was seeing. This Dover station area didn’t look much like the Dover he lived in.
“Maybe I should bring my gun in,” Charles said. “Is it safe on the street?”
“Safe?” I said. “You’re the bleepin’ liberal here. You celebrate diversity, and you ask me if the South End is safe!”
Then he invited me to his place, WBCN. When I got there, I thought I’d wandered into some kind of off-loading warehouse for truck hijackers. Charles had all kinds of free stuff being delivered to him by advertisers and fans, and it was all being lugged to his car by “interns” - i.e., people who you don’t have to pay. All I could think of afterward was, what a racket, and how do I muscle into it?
Well, nothing good lasts forever. ‘BCN battled KISS head to head in the ratings until maybe 1988, but then rock fell apart, quickly followed by the Rock of Boston.
Eventually Howard Stern pushed out Charles, who’s been living in Hawaii for 11 years now. The Cosmic Muffin died, Parenteau went to prison, Billy West went to Hollywood, Matty got rich at the disco station and now everybody’s pointing fingers at each other over the demise of a station no one’s listened to in years, except for when the Patriots [team stats] were playing.
I’d love to hear Duane Ingalls Glasscock one final time - live. Thursday night I was on the phone with Charles and another old ’BCN hand, David Bieber, talking about the prospects of a farewell performance. I’m not optimistic.
“Maybe after all this dies down,” Charles/Duane said, “but I wouldn’t want it to end up like a bunch of old farts playing bingo at the American Legion.” Which is probably exactly how it would turn out. “Besides, didn’t we do something like this once before, with Robin Young? Help me out here, guys, can’t you remember?”
Only vaguely, Duane. It didn’t come off well, as I recall. Everybody involved should have done the funky chicken - inside joke.
You had to be there. Hello Rangoon!
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1185782
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RIP BCN, you were one hell of a radio station way back when!
Wed column ping
Howie asks: Which pols make the grade?
By Howie Carr | Wednesday, July 22, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
If the Red Sox get midseason report cards, why not the local pols? Let’s look at some of the races, and grade the candidates.
Gov. Deval Patrick: D
He had a photo op with his new puppy, could there be a clearer sign of desperation? Tobey arrived just after Joe the Gorilla kicked Deval’s butt in a Texas death match over the zoos. The voters already don’t like Deval; wait till next week, when the sales tax goes up.
Treasurer Tim Cahill (Ind.): C-
Heard a rumor he was filling in for Felon Finneran on the radio, which, if you want to drop out of sight, is the next-best thing to the Witness Protection Program.
Lt. Gov. Tim Murray: D-
Had to deny rumors he may run for another office. What’s next, a threat to run away from home? Poor Tim. Tobey is competing with him now, rolling over on command and begging for treats.
Steve Grossman, candidate for treasurer: Inc.
Deval, et al. couldn’t wait to push him into the treasurer’s fight, to cut off Cahill’s line of retreat. Why does he want to be treasurer? Is the Internet hurting the envelope business? The Democrats can eliminate Grossman whenever they want. Three words: Tobey for Treasurer.
Charlie Baker: B-
What do you call a guy who declares his candidacy, then goes on vacation? The front-runner.
Christy Mihos: C
You mean the GOP establishment wasn’t serious when they said they would “welcome” a primary between Christy and Charlie Baker? The Republicans are acting like Lucy in “Peanuts,” holding the football for Christy’s Charlie Brown, then pulling it away, again and again.
Next we come to the Boston mayor’s race, which in recent years has come to resemble South American elections. The tongue-tied dictator-for-life, in order to keep the yanqui dollars flowing, opens the polls solely for the benefit of the gringo observers.
Mayor Menino: C
Mumbles is wisely taking no chances - look what happened to Trujillo back in ’61. Mumbles is the candidate of the No-New-Faces party, his signs are up on shuttered warehouses and closed gas stations and he’s touched everything but the third rail. Do ya like your job at City Hall, Mack? Then youse better come to the mayor’s barbecue down Readville.
Michael Flaherty: B-
Baby Flats will soon answer the question: Is it possible to win a citywide fight when your biggest constituencies are Local 718 and abutters who’ve been screwed by City Hall zoning decisions that benefit Friends of Mumbles? Probably not.
Sam Yoon: F
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, we get Sam Yoon as mayor.
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1186350
I'm thinking, "They still use carts??"
Ha—not anymore. I think we finally went all-computer a couple years ago but there are still carts lying around. For the longest time we’d do things like go off air for awhile
if there were no DJs (but now we have computerized playlists).
Ultimately we also began to streamcast, etc.
I plugged Howie during my show last week; when talking about the WBCN situation I said “there’s a good Howie Carr column in the Herald about this”. (Not sure if I mentioned, but I wanted to play Rufus Thomas’ “Do the Funky Chicken” in remembrance of BCN—the song listeners would have to do
if they got Mishegas wrong, of course...didn’t think we had it so I looked it up on YouTube—boom. Played it off that.)
This week it was the 40th anni. of the moon landing (I was 7 at the time) and I remembered that I did a station ID for
WMWM playing a song by the group Angst (”Neil Armstrong/
Neil Armstrong/ Neil ARM-strong! Neil ARM-strong/ He’s the first man to walk on the moon/ I think that’s one small
step for you”—and my voice came in, ‘celebrating the
20th anniversary of the moon landing...” Yikes, 20 years ago since I did that one.
Sgt.Crowley on with Avi Nelson ping
Darn I really wish Howie were on today.
False alarm. Turned out to not be Crowley
Haha - funny stuff Raccoon! Just out of curiosity, do you know Howie? Never met him myself but I share the same humor as he does - one of these days I will make it to a book signing!
PS - great job on keeping us Howie fans informed & Howie if you are reading this you Fat Ba#@#@d, you owe Raccoon big!
hi—don’t know him technically but I met him at two remotes (gas station in Saugus, and a Paper Store appearance in Beverly) and we have exchanged a couple emails. But that’s about it.
Thanks for putting a good word in for me! I just like
doing it!
Fri column ping. Hot town, summer in the city? Not here.
It’s in the low 60s and raining like hell as I type
this.
Gates saga a taxation distraction
By Howie Carr | Friday, July 24, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com
The second-luckiest guys in Massachusetts this week are Gov. Deval Patrick and Mayor Mumbles Menino - they’re gearing up to tax us all back to the Stone Age and no one is paying them the slightest bit of attention.
The luckiest guy, of course, is the Rev., excuse me, Professor Henry Louis “Skip” Gates Jr., who is battling The Man - and The Man’s mama. Good career move, Skippy - pulling this Sharpton should triple your lecture fees and get you a book advance in the high six figures, plus longer limos and even more endowed chairs, plus all the rest of that stuff that you’ve been denied in AmeriKKKa because - oh, that’s right, you went to Yale, didn’t you, before you got the tenured job at Harvard?
How many billions have been spent on McGruff the Crime Dog, Neighborhood Watch and “See Something, Say Something” - all designed to get people to call 911 when they see a possible crime in progress. So a cop responds, and gets dressed down by the president of the United States. Skippy was right. That cop didn’t know who he was messin’ with.
This nonstory has sucked all the air out of the real news, namely, the imminent tax increases. But the Brattle Street Bunch seemed to be wheezing to a merciful end until the president’s press conference Wednesday night. His self-pity was so over the top that I kept expecting him to demand reparations, or claim he, too, was a victim of racism when he got all those parking tickets in Somerville he forgot to pay for 20 years.
You know the Arlington List, where the trust-funded, ponytailed moonbats used to go online to defend Jim Marzilli, the perv in the Prius? This week one of the moonbats posted about his own personal no-justice no-peace odyssey to Cambridge to fight The Man:
“I made myself a sign ‘Cambridge Police Very Unfair.’ . . . I set forth with my sign covered up in a garbage bag to Central Square. But the Police HQ had been moved to Kendall Square. After visiting City Hall took the subway - had to walk some dozen blocks to get there. Rain started pouring down. So I thought to wear the garbage bag as a raincoat - made a hole for my head.”
This is the state we live in, folks. In Massachusetts, the nuts ain’t just on the sundaes.
Finally, the story is dying down. Sign the new book contract now, Skippy. Monday may be too late. Which is bad news for Deval and Mumbles - the 25 percent increase in the sales tax doesn’t kick in until a week from tomorrow. Somehow, the pols gotta keep this diversion alive for a few more news cycles.
Does anyone have Tawana Brawley’s phone number?
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1186749
Friday show ping. Col Hunt again...Howie back on Mon.
The Herald’s site is getting high demand no doubt due to the
whole Gates affair. First I couldn’t get in, and then:
>>Error: BostonHerald.com is Temporarily Unavailable
We are experiencing high traffic volumes and consequently are unable to serve additional web pages. Please bear with us while we make our website available again.
(Site does say it’s the col. today)
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Friday, Jul 24PDT
Col. David Hunt is filling in for Howie today!
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Call in for THE CHUMPLINE!!!! 617-779-3469 and leave a message for Howie or Sandy about today’s stories or whatever else is bothering you!
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Great article - Howie is probably kicking himself *with the good hip* that he had surgery and missed this one on the airwaves...
Oh I’m sure this will still be going on come Monday, deval and obama can’t help themselves with their big freakin’ mouths.....
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