Actually getting into radio wasn't all that easy. A friend and I walked into the local station in Texas City and told the manager that we'd like to be on the air. That was how simple it was: "Can I help you boys?" "Yes, we'd like to be on the radio." The man asked if we had our license and I pulled out my temporary driver's license permit. I was 14 at the time and felt like an idiot. He said he meant our "radio licenses" and I told him, "No, we don't have it yet but are planning on getting them next week." I had no idea what he was talking about. However, we did study for 2 weeks and take the test.

 We both passed without flying colors but...we passed. So, we show back up at the radio station and showed him our licenses and he said: "How about 1 hour on Saturdays?" "Sure." "How does $60.00 an hour sound to you?" I looked at John, told the general manager that would be fine, and he said: "Okay. Pay me the $60 every Friday afternoon and you can have 2-3pm on Saturday." Oh. We were to pay him? Oh. Really?

Well, we took to the streets selling little segments of that one hour show and always had the $60 to him every Friday. We even got 7-Up as a sponsor which was the biggest name client the station had ever heard of. We played their commercials off a 33 rmp record they gave us. But our first client was a funeral home and I laughed during the reading of the weekly obits. My friend was reading his part of the obits when he talked about a woman who had drowned in her swimming poo. Somehow, the letter "l" got left out of his alphabet. Think Tom Brokaw on steroids. First client I ever lost.

It's been one heck of a ride ever since. Many of the songs I'm playing now, I played when they were new. And I'm still loving it. Stay tuned to this page as more stories from the past will surface from time to time. Like being backstage the night Brian Wilson "lost it" at a concert in Houston and couldn't make it onstage.

It's been and continues to be a fun trip!