Excerpt 1 from Blast from YourPast! Book 1
Oh, my papa, to
me he was so good
“Oh, My Pa-Pa,”
Eddie Fisher’s #1 hit, January 1954
Not quite Rockin’
& Rollin’ yet!
(Read this fast and loud!) I’m Rockin’ Rochelle coming to you from BFYP-FM
(Blast from Your Past-Full Moon), broadcasting
to the world from sunny Cal-i-forn-i-A!
We’re
spreading music and mayhem throughout the land, with
lively behind-the-mic tales of your favorite Rock & Roll Radio DJs from yesteryear!
Poodle
skirts, saddle shoes, bobby sox and ducktail hair, hiphuggers and peace signs – we’re ready to ROCK!
Let’s go trippin’ down mem’ry lane and check out
those wild-n-crazy guys and gals who kissed your ears with Rock & Roll
music for the souuulllll!
First
up for your platter-spinning pleasure … a real Midwest Rock & Roll DJ
treasure.
Best
known at WLS/Chicago, Illinois
Ron
Riley … or did you know him as “Ron ‘Ringo’ Riley”? How about “Smiley Riley”?
With stints at WLS-Chicago, Milwaukee’s WOKY (pronounced “walky”), and even his
own Bowling for Dollars TV show, Ron
never wanted to be anything other than a deejay.
“Come on-a My House,” Rosie Clooney crooned to the impressionable, adolescent teen. It
was the early 1950s and Ron Riley headed to downtown Chicago often, eager to
watch the guys in the fishbowl radio studios spin Rosie’s platters.
“I
just knew that was what I wanted to do,” Riley said, reminiscing. A child of
the ‘40s, “there wasn’t a lot … well, not really any, Rock & Roll music
then, so I grew up appreciating all types of music – big band, mostly. When not
selling insurance, dad’s greatest fun was playing sax and clarinet with local
dance bands on weekends. There was always music in our house.”
Young
Ron realized that even the disc jockeys didn’t know what to do with Rock &
Roll. How do you introduce something so feisty and unpredictable to a radio
world previously ruled by big bands, boozy ballads and smooth talkin’ gentleman announcers?
You
can’t blame them for being confused. A great song would hit the “race music”
airwaves, but they weren’t allowed to spin that version. It barely had time to
earn a following before the song was rerecorded in a slicked-up version
“suitable for a broad audience.”
Smooth
and sophisticated Pat Boone crooned his version of Fats Domino’s “Ain’t That a
Shame”; and originally charted by The Chords, “Sh-Boom” found wide acclaim
covered by The Crew Cuts, a creamy and dreamy doo-wop group from Canada.
About
this time, mid-teen Ron swung his life plan into action and won a contest that put
him behind the mic to report his high school’s news on-air at WKRS in Waukegan,
Illinois. “I used to go there once a week with sweaty palms and talk about high
school,” Ron admitted. Whoohoo! Ron’s first true taste of his future. Sweaty
palms and all.
During
a stint at the University of Wisconsin Ron snagged a shift at the WHA campus
station (Madison), playing … excuse
me … Classical music. “I got in there
with my high voice [wish you coulda heard him imitate his former squeaky tone!]
and mispronounced all of the Classical names; and all these professors who
loved all the Classical music called the station and told ‘em how awful I was.”
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| 1954, RCA celebrated the success of their 5-year-old “Victrola.” |
Change was comin’ – he was hooked on radio.
By
the
time 45rpm records turned five years old in 1954, under-twenty Ron had
his
first radio job under his belt and Doris Day’s “Secret Love” poured from
the
mainstream radio stations; but The Crew Cut’s “Sh-Boom,” often credited
with jump-starting Rock & Roll, was still a few months away from
hitting the Billboard charts.
Do you
recall your first real job? You know, the one with an actual paycheck? “I have
this [framed letter] hanging on my studio wall from WLBK, DeKalb, Illinois,”
said Ron.
“It
was my first real radio job. It says,
‘Ron, to be paid on the basis of $277.33 per month effective March 13, 1954.
This is on the basis of $1.00 an hour for 40 hours a week, but the overtime
will be at $1.50 hourly, up to 16 hours. In other words, $277.33 monthly on the
basis of 56 hours a week. This is a guarantee until further notice.’”
A dollar an hour?! And ah yes, remember
when we used to be paid for overtime?? But that’s another book – about forty
years of rants-and-raves.
WLBK tried
to please all the people all the time, sans
Rock & Roll. “We did everything, but not much in music. The commodities
reports at noon, corn report, and a polka show at night.”
No
Rock & Roll. Sigh. Adding insult to injury, Ron migrated back home to work
for WKRS/Waukegan, where he was known as “Polka Ron” for their afternoon show. Agh!
Ron Riley was destined for more than Polka, however; oh, and incidentally, his
last name really isn’t “Riley.”
We’re
not privy to Ron’s true last name and that’s OK by me. In a world devoid of
privacy, I applaud his desire to maintain a public and private persona. Let’s
just say he has Italian heritage. You’ll discover soon, though, how Ron ended
up a decidedly not Italian “Riley.”
Do you
know what one of the most infectious human characteristics is that can
literally break up a roomful of stuffed shirts? Someone with the giggles.
“I
used to get goofy with the giggles, between myself and the engineers (at WKRS),”
Ron admitted. “Once I started, I couldn’t stop giggling. It just hurt my
stomach, I’d giggle so hard, and it always seemed to happen when I was doing
the local news.” Musta been lots of those stupid-criminal stories.
“The
engineer would sit behind the console so I wouldn’t see him; but I just knew he
was there, and I could see the top of his head bobbing up and down, which made
me giggle that much more.”
WKRS
manager, Joe Kirby, was a very big, imposing guy, who frowned at Ron menacingly
as he chomped on his cigar. “Mr. Kirby used to come right in front of the
window of the studio and just stand there with a cigar in his mouth and his
hands on his hips – and glare at me. I sobered up pretty quick, but I didn’t
keep that job very long!”
Not a laughing matter, but way more fun!
As
exasperating as that may have been for Mr. Kirby, it wasn’t Ron’s giggles that
bounced him off the air at WKRS. Believe it or not, giggles work, and one
Saturday Polka Ron received a phone call from the venerable Jerry Bartell, of
the infamous Bartell Broadcasting Group.
Driving
between Chicago and Milwaukee (he owned WOKY in Milwaukee – I just love saying
that) he bounced round the car radio dial and found Ron.
“I’d
been a big fan of WOKY during this time,” said Ron, “’cause they had some grrreeaat
personalities. Jim ‘Shamus’ O’Hara, Johnny ‘Madman’ Michaels – these guys were
just clever geniuses.”
Ron
began gushing to Jerry about how he loved WOKY, to which Jerry replied, “Oh,
this isn’t for my station in Milwaukee. It’s for my station in Appleton,
Wisconsin.” Can’t you just see Ron’s smile drop to the floor? Disappointment
aside, it proved to be a proverbial foot in the door.
Jerry
offered Ron the morning show and “your first chance to be an ‘air personality’”
– what – “Polka Ron” has no personality?
He
couldn’t pack everything in his old Ford fast enough, and headed for WAPL in
Appleton – Happy Rapple they called it. “The smile at the top of your dial.”
Oh, we were soooo sappy back then.
Did I
say “smile”? Ron nearly backed out of the gig on one station detail. “I got
over there and they said, ‘We’re gonna call you ‘Smiley Riley.’” Ron’s choking
sounds as he recalled the memory revealed his thoughts.
“At
that time,” said Ron with-an-Italian-last-name, “those ethnic names were not
sweet. They wanted something that rhymed really neat …” So, just how did Ron Riley get his last name?
The
program director was inspired, said Ron; he mimicked the long-ago voice, “Well,
I was out fishin’ last weekend and on the way back, I was thinking, I was fishin’
at Lake Riley …” Today, they’d have
done a market research, polled a thousand listeners, and then offered up the
top five favorites as a highly promoted contest.
Ron graciously
accepted his new on-air alias, broadcasting as “Smiley Riley” – after all, it
was his first “real” DJ job. Ya gotta start somewhere!
And it
was just the beginning for Ron Riley. “Six months later, Jerry Bartell’s
brother called. He was managing the WOKY station and said, ‘You’re doing good
up there and hate to take you away, but our all night show is open and we can
double your salary.’”
That
always has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? “Double your salary.” No one has ever
told me that. Sigh.
So it
was a no-brainer for Ron … well, except for one, little, teensy-weensy issue.
As much as he was dyin’ to get to Milwaukee, he dug his heels in on “Smiley
Riley.” They decided he was worth the risk and let him use whatever name he
decided on – he became forevermore, Ron Riley.
Where
did Ron wander in the 1960s and ‘70s? Catch his next gig as DJ salaries start
rising with the Rock & Roll decibel, in Book 2, The Swinging Sixties!
