Archive for March, 2014

What is going on at Talk910-AM?  Are they trying to see how low their ratings can go?

I was happy when they removed Rush from the schedule.  Not so thrilled that they gave Armstrong and Getty an extra hour.

Frosty’s show was moved back two hours. I don’t mind Frosty.  I enjoy his show.  But, he discusses many lite-news items.  He loves to talk about Bieber.  And, weird, trending news items along with audio clips of 911 calls or odd interviews.  Things that are interesting for a one-time listen but they are topics you hear once and there is no need to listen again.

That was evident when Frosty was on vacation during the week that began with St. Patrick’s Day.  Mid-week the station played a ‘Best Of Frosty’ show.   It was all about Bieber’s bad behavior.   Do we really need to hear that again?  sigh…

That is a flaw when presenting a news-lite program with no callers.  But, I do love it when Frosty shares personal stories.  When he returned from vacation, he said he ruined the St. Patrick’s Day parade of a small town in Ireland.  I listened to his entire show that day just to hear that story, but he didn’t share it.

Thankfully, the next day newsreader, Lisa, asked him about it.  Frosty didn’t have time to share it on Monday, but he finally told it on Tuesday.

Want to hear it?  It begins around 17:30 on the podcoast: 

Frosty has some great personal stories and that is what I usually share.

Also, when he returned from vacation, he read a listener’s email on-air.  It said, simply: Frosty, do not ever take another vacation again.

That was something I was thinking the week he was gone.  The guest hosts were uninspiring at best, and mind-numbing horrible radio at its worst.  That happened on Thursday.  I’d never heard of the guy before, at first I thought it was Gabbert, he has a similar voice tone to Gabbert, but the guest host on Thursday spewed so much vile for discussion points I had to turn off the radio.

What is going on over there, Talk910?  That guy on Thursday nearly made me throw away my radio for good.  Who needs it?  I can’t listen to Gil’s Friday shows because his amateur wife shrieks through it, and when she’s not screeching and interrupting guests, she’s talking slow to enunciate her words trying not to shriek, but she always reverts to her true nature and that voice gets unleashed no matter how careful she tries to control it.  It’s awful.  And, Gil’s topics rival what one hears on The View.  Such as, what is happening on the latest installment of some fashion show I’ve never seen or even heard of before.

Really, Gil?  Really?

If it wasn’t for Frosty, I’d continue to listen to BBC Radio2 all day.  I can’t easily abandon my talk radio habit after so many years, though.  I do stream This American Life on Fridays so I don’t have to hear one syllable of Gil’s wife’s voice.

I sometimes listen to the show that comes on after Frosty, the Randi Rhodes Show, but I turn the volume down so it’s simply background noise.  I usually turn her off.  Same with Gil.  During the week, Mon-Thurs, he’s just background noise.  If he starts telling his stories I’ve heard fifteen times before, I turn him off.  If he interrupts an interview to throw in a lame joke, I turn him off.  If he, once again, interrupts an interview to tell a lengthy story about himself, I turn him off.  He gets turned off a lot during the week.

Even the promos they now play of Gil’s show are laughable.  That’s the content they’re promoting?  Really?  They played one promo for weeks about Gil discussing sex and marriage and vacuums.  It was sad.  That’s the best they can find?  It really shows how he doesn’t care about presenting a quality show any longer.

If he doesn’t care, why should we?

Someone at Talk910-AM is sleeping during programming meetings.  Do they know what goes out on-air?  Maybe they don’t care, either.

If they don’t care, why should we?



Photo by Wing-Chi Poon CCA-SA-2.5

I have nothing to say about talk radio today.  I’ve been listening to Frosty, but it’s been so busy at work I miss a lot of the show.  Hey, Frosty, I love the email responses from listeners and that you are taking calls!

But, he’s not a former KGO host so I might have to start up another blog and name it something else.  I still get sufficient hits on this blog to leave it up for awhile, but I’m sure it will dwindle down to nothing soon.

Plus, some interesting search terms land on this blog.  Not sure how some of the stranger searches end up here, and I still laugh about some poor misguided soul who searched for ‘Len Tillem naked’.

Every week I get searches for a song I posted a year or two ago.  When I first posted about the song I couldn’t find the version of it I had in mind and had to post a harmonized version.  Today, after seeing another search for the song I went back to YouTube and found the original version by Beatrice Kay.

Thank you, Aaron Brummett, for posting on YouTube the 78 version of Beatrice Kay’s recording.

If you don’t know what a 78 record is, here’s a link to some information about it:

I first listened to this song on an old phonograph my grandmother had stored in her attic.  There was a stack of old 78 records, and I loved to listen to the thick, red record with big grooves that made the big, heavy needle wobble a bit as it played.  It was Beatrice Kay’s version of ‘I’ve Been Waiting for your Phone Call for Eighteen Years’.

What’s posted on YouTube is not the best quality sound.  It’s scratchy and, at times, incoherent, but I remember those lyrics from the many times I sat in my grandmother’s attic to listen to the song, over and over again.  Laughing every time.

The lyrics I’m going to post should help overcome the poor sound quality of the YouTube post, but you really have to hear Beatrice Kay’s phrasing for full enjoyment of the song.  Especially when she gets to: ‘how could you treat your only love this way’.  When you hear it, you’ll know what I mean.

The lyrics:

I’ve Been Waiting for your Phone Call for Eighteen Years

by Beatrice Kay


Gee, look at that moon.

It makes you think, what if the world was perfect?

Imagine, a perfect world.

Joey’d never fail to show up for a date

And he’d bring me presents,

All kinds of k-nick k-nacks and small what-nots.

And the family’d have money.

We could afford to get glasses for my sister.

She could go talk to an optimist.

And I wouldn’t have to work no more for the telephone company.

A girl gets pretty tired of being an operetta.

A telephone operetta I mean…

Of course if everything was perfect there’d be no excitement.

For instance, mom wouldn’t crown pop with the flower pot every night.

And she might as well do it, she’s entitled to a little pleasure in life.

And, Joey, so what if he does forget to call me for a date, he just suffers from loss of memory now and then.

He’s just got a case of magnesia.

You know, Joey, it’s funny about the way you keep me waiting for your phone call.

But I love you Joey

And I’ll always keep my promise.

I said that I would wait for you forever.

Joey, I meant every word I said.

The thought of not waiting forever never entered my head.

I’ve been waiting for your phone call for eighteen years.

Maybe you don’t love me anymore.

How long must I wait for you to keep our date?

Could it be, sweetheart, that you are poor?

I’ve been waiting for your phone call for eighteen years.

You told me that you’d call me back that day.

I’m wasting my youth in a telephone booth.

How could you treat your only love this way?

I was young and healthy when you left me.

Has your love grown cold?

You’re acting strange.

Could it be you’re fickle, or didn’t ya have the nickel?

If you’d had written, I’d have sent the change

in a postcard.

I’ve been waiting for your phone call for eighteen years.

Could it be you found somebody new?


I’ll wait for your phone call just eighteen more.

But after that we are through.

(The Brooklyn Dodgers)

But after that we are through.


Now, here’s the song:




Here’s the link to it on YouTube: