3 thoughts on “New York Radio — 3”

  1. I remember your radio voice, Doug, you’d bring tapes for us to listen to back in Acton. You were GOOD to begin with, but I also remember how much BETTER you were getting month by month, as you brought back more recent tapes. Too bad there was no $$ in it, you had the makings of a great radio personality and would probably have been scooped up by someplace bigger after awhile. But I also remember your concerns over the lifestyle–you said the great radio guys were all obese chain-smokers, because they had no opportunity to get outdoors and exercise, yet they had to keep themselves sounding “UP” the whole time they were on the air, so it was a constant stream of donuts, Coke (the soft drink), and cigarettes.

    I’ve got a classic “unrecognizable voice” story. Once when Mom was still working, I called her at work for some reason and she answered, “Joanne Pratt, Human Resources” in her “phone-answering at work” voice. I responded, in a similar tone, “Good afternoon, Joanne, this is Marianne Knowles with D.C. Heath and company.” There was a pause, then she said, slightly annoyed, “Yes, what can I do for you, Ms. Knowles?” To which I replied, “MOM!!!” in an exasperated tone. She figured out who it was at that point.

  2. If you think Charlie Greer looks old in the video, keep in mind that the documentary is from 1990! To me, it appeared that Charlie had been a cancer patient by that point. I haven’t looked him up yet to see if he’s still alive.

    Something I’d like to point out is the difference between his regular voice and his radio voice. And Ron Lundy’s, too. Some guys, like Bruce Morrow, just sound like themselves, and you have to decide whether or not the persona is an affectation.

    A while ago I put a greeting on the answering machine at home using my “radio voice,” and when Eric heard it he asked, “who’s that?” My own son didn’t recognize me.

  3. Love it! However, I feel so OLD now. It was Charlie Greer who helped me through many a sleepless night. I’d listen to my little white transisitor radio, with earplug, natch. It was also Charlie who would spin “The Top 100 songs of the Year” through the night while I wrote them down as long as I could stay awake. It would often take a day or two to complete the list!

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