Have an absolutely beautiful rest of your life.
It’s time to say goodbye to not only another year, but what has been perhaps the most rewarding professional experience of my life. It has truly been a privilege to play even a small role in the creation and growth of what has become a thriving and successful broadcasting operation. Safe to say 17 years on we have put to rest the mantra surrounding us at the start, “Nobody will pay for radio, you guys are crazy!”
The Loft will continue under the guidance of Chris Muckley, leaving me secure in the knowledge that my baby will continue to grow up in good hands and ears. Speaking of which, while The Loft may have been “my baby” it would have never reached even this level without the enormous contributions of Franny Thomas, Meg Griffin, David Johansen and Larry Kirwan. They will thankfully all continue to weave their radio magic unfettered.
My plans include spending more time with family and friends, getting my health together and rooting for my beloved New York Yankees. My final batch of Wake Up Sets will take place Friday 12/29 starting at 6 AM (ET) and my last Loft Show will be Saturday 12/30 from Noon to 6 PM (ET).
Please accept my sincere gratitude for letting me into your lives for these last 17 years and listening so damn close. I will miss you all.
P.S. Have an absolutely beautiful rest of your life.
I will still be here:
What horrible news... I am gutted. A wonderful human, superb songwriter and someone I was proud to call a friend. Here's a very small sample of some of my favorites.
When posed the question, "What song would you like played at your funeral?" I immediately answered "My Shit's Fucked Up" by the late, great Warren Zevon. This made me think of a few other favorites where "shit" is an essential component. So just in time for Thanksgiving, you may want to play these after "Alice's Restaurant."
What a day... could only be a Monday. As of 9:12pm (ET) it cannot be confirmed that Tom Petty has passed. You would think that in the modern age of instant connections, we would not be as inundated with false reports but these days it's all about the "scoop" and the hell with the facts. In my mind's eye I picture Tom's Willbury brother George taunting him with that famous Monty Python bit from one of the films he financed for them, as he gets ready to welcome him home with Roy, Del and Howie. Prayers for his family, The Heartbreakers and those he kept close. Truly one of a kind and part of a breed that is vanishing from our planet.
For the first time in many years I've had the opportunity to really take a break from what I do for a living, without dental reconstruction, illness or death/crisis in the family being the reason. Whew. These past five days are likely the longest consecutive stretch of time since February of 2001 that I have given my ears and brain a break on purpose. I rebooted. I needed it. We all do. That's not to say music wasn't played, quite the contrary since in my world music is as essential as air. But I only listened to exactly what I wanted to hear, without a thought of pleasing anyone but me. What a selfish twit, eh? Speaking of Twits, is it just me or is every day in the good ol' USA feeling more and more like it was written and directed by Rod Serling? I have never been more ashamed to be an American, or more afraid, and I came of age in the Nixon years.
This is some of the stuff played this week to calm my nerves and inspire a smile.
don't be a jerk