The death of
Billy Joe Royal brought back some memories. Here is what I just remembered: He was working hard trying to get a break in
the music business and we, his friends,
were no help, we were more of a hinderance.
In the 1950s
Jim Wilder started WBIE Radio Station on the second floor of the first block on
Atlanta Street. James was very
innovative, creative, and inventive, which I hope to say more about one day.
One of the
ways he was innovative was to allow a teenage band play live popular
songs. Either one or two weekdays Billy
Joe and his garage-type band would have a gig after school at WBIE
His friends,
(us) wanted to see him make good. But
the good-old-boy devil in us wanted to play practical jokes on our friend while
they were on the air.
One time
during a live performance people on their radios listening heard a loud pop of
a firecracker , then laughter and a clatter of feet running, a door slam, and
if a mike could follow the excitement the WBIE Radio listeners would hear a lot
of giggling and leaping down the outside stairs to the street.
I would tell
who the three involved were but I am not sure what the statue of
limitations are on disrupting a live
radio broadcast.
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