You really want to know? Well… I was fired from my very first radio job.
Just after graduating from Cornell College, I was working for a small FM station in northern Illinois: WRWC-FM in Rockton. It was a beautiful music station where, every fifteen minutes, I would say: “You’ve been listening to the Mantovani Strings. Coming up next: the Boston Pops.” Or was it the other way round? I get confused. Then, on the hour, I would do a 90-second rip-and-read newscast - torn of the pages of the station’s teletype.
I was in hog-heaven; which was a good thing because I think I was broadcasting to more cows and sheep than people.
This idyl lasted for three months. Then, the Program Director called me into his office and said: “Son,” (I was much younger then) “you are a second tenor. We need a baritone. Enjoy the rest of your life.”
That was it. My dream job in radio dashed against the cruel rocks of a baritone-free voice. I was devastated.
Fortunately, the same day I was fired in radio, I was hired as a camera-operator at WHA-TV in Madison, Wisconsin, as a graduate student assistant. I pivoted out or radio into graduate school and television and the wide world beyond.
From there, further chaos ensued - I mean, I didn’t really want to set the studio on fire - but, that will need to wait until you interview me again.