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Freeze for Fame
The year was 1983, and as always on a Saturday morning, my best friend and I get into my mom’s van and head downtown to the local roller-skating rink. I couldn’t tell you the exact date, but I can tell you that as soon as “Atomic Dog” by George Clinton came on, life on the roller-skating rink became a little bit more fun. That was such a great song to skate to. And I did skate to it for weeks.
Now, fast-forward to 1993, and I’m working my first radio job in Salinas-Monterey, and we are doing a bus trip to San Carlos to see George Clinton at the Circle Star Theater. When I found out about this, I told our promotions director I have to be there and I was. I can’t tell you how I did it, but I did get backstage and for the first time in my life I was star-struck.
I was standing at the side of the stage, and it was probably an hour before the show when at the corner of my eye I see George Clinton coming my way. I was frozen and wanted to say so much but couldn’t. He looked at me and said hi and walked away. I couldn’t move and regret to this day I wasn’t able to talk or move. At least I have that memory.
DJ: Sherry Knight
Station: Magic 92.5
Shift: Monday–Friday, 10 a.m.–3 p.m.
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Freeze for Fame
Freeze for Fame
The year was 1983, and as always on a Saturday morning, my best friend and I get into my mom’s van and head downtown to the local roller-skating rink. I couldn’t tell you the exact date, but I can tell you that as soon as “Atomic Dog” by George Clinton came on, life on the roller-skating rink became a little bit more fun. That was such a great song to skate to. And I did skate to it for weeks.
Now, fast-forward to 1993, and I’m working my first radio job in Salinas-Monterey, and we are doing a bus trip to San Carlos to see George Clinton at the Circle Star Theater. When I found out about this, I told our promotions director I have to be there and I was. I can’t tell you how I did it, but I did get backstage and for the first time in my life I was star-struck.
I was standing at the side of the stage, and it was probably an hour before the show when at the corner of my eye I see George Clinton coming my way. I was frozen and wanted to say so much but couldn’t. He looked at me and said hi and walked away. I couldn’t move and regret to this day I wasn’t able to talk or move. At least I have that memory.
DJ: Sherry Knight
Station: Magic 92.5
Shift: Monday–Friday, 10 a.m.–3 p.m.
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I told Sherry this story as we talked about this piece. I once worked with this guy named Darryl. All we every talked about was sports and movies. I once asked him his favorite kind of music. He gave me a weird looking, and said "We won't have anything in common when it comes to music." I assumed he said that because he was black and I was white. When he said he loved Parliament, and George Clinton, I then needed to show I knew some 70s funk and I said "What do you think of Bootsy Collins as a bassist?"
We talked about 70s bands like Earth, Wind, and Fire, and others, for hours. He went on and on about Clinton being his favorite. Well...I met him a few months later at NAMM (a music convention in Anaheim). I said "You gotta give me an autograph for a coworker that loves you." He asked how to spell his name, and I didn't know. We hoped it was "Darryl". He even drew a little character of himself, with dreads going everywhere. When I saw Darryl, and told him the story and handed him the autograph, he just casually said "Oh, thanks." And walked away. I was like....damn. He didn't seem to appreciate it. I should've just kept the damn thing!!!