WTIT: The Blog

He’s luck that we edited this pic.

In past posts, we have told a tale or two about the effect alcohol has had on certain WTIT Tape Radio Shows or events. The most infamous story, of course, is about the night that B.B. Bacardi had at least 3 too many and almost lit the entire WTIT Tape Radio studio on fire. Now, for sure, all of our DJs have had their moments. But, just by virtue of being the author of this blog, We will pick on someone else, at least for today.

Rock has a habit of announcing to both the WTIT listeners and to the rest of the WTIT DJs: when he is buzzed, usually by “barking”. He really doesn’t actually bark, but rather he might say, “Woof, woof, woof.” He has only one rule, so to speak: Once he “woofs” he can no longer be responsible for whatever might transpire next. Rock, of course, would really only be kidding, because while we understood once Rock “woofs”, he is somewhat diminished in his compasity to produce and write comedy. Rock always does behave. Rock, in other words, is always a gentleman.

In 1988, WTIT recorded Tape 300. We guess because we had so much fun at the WTIT 20th Anniversary Show & Party during the previous year that we tried to use Tape 300 as a way to bring back the past DJs again. In hindsight, it really was way too soon to try something that. The DJ staff on Tape 300 was (from left in the picture: B.B. Bacardi, Bud Weiser, The Cosmic Comando, Johnnie Walker and sitting, Bob Smirnoff.) On Tape 300, Bob Smirnoff returned (Bob started recording on WTIT in 1985 and left us in January 1987. Rock Rolling replaced Bob, whom replaced Galloping Gary.) and The Midnight Plowboy attended as well. This is the story as to why Rock and Midnight are not in the picture.

We did an awful lot of shots that night and they didn’t agree with either Rock or Midnight. Midnight went outside for a smoke and fell asleep. Rock, in the meantime, went to rest right on the WTIT round recording table. The Official Tape 300 picture as you have seen, just had five of the seven of us, Bob, B.B., Johnnie, Bud and Cos.

So now we are trying to do a music show and (the five of us who were not passed out) were having a great time. I opened the mikes after the latest set of music and did some DJ duties like announcing, “WTIT Tape Radio at the Tape 300 Party. We just heard (whatever the music was) and it’s good to have Bob Smirnoff back!” I continued, “How is it going Bob?” Bob looked at me and said, “Bud, at least when I had Rock’s chair I lasted through the evening.” Rock is snoring at this point and Johnnie insists we record it. Which was pretty fucking funny at the time. While I am absorbing this scene, I decided to ask the DJs, “Guys”, while I am staring at the passed out Rock at the table, “Who is going to tell Rock he’s not the champ anymore?”