The 1970's and KFRC; 'Dr Don' Ruled AM Radio DJ Landscape; Bay Area Pop Culture Scene; 'The Big 610' Personality Galore; 'Your Duke, Dave Sholin'; Bobby Ocean; 'Marvalous Mark McKay'; Days on Green at Coliseum; Bill Graham Influence; 415 Media Retro Sunday

THE SUMMER OF '76; Growing up in the Bay Area a ripe, wide-eyed 14 year-old listening to KFRC; AM Radio with personalities galore; Dr. Don Rose in the morning drive; 6-10 AM. It was mandatory listening and appointment radio. Who could forget, "Sacra-tomato!" and …"San-RAQUEL!" --to this day, there is NO ONE, no one, who can even come close to Donald B. Rose (real name, Donald Rosenberg)

Dr. Don was corny funny. He had great timing and great corny jokes, an AM staple. He was unique; he was original; he was hysterical. It wasn't an acquired taste because everyone loved the Doctor. In this case, sound drops worked because Rose played off them and developed a distinct cohesion between listener and host. It was, like I said, corny funny.

But insatiably original.

It's a good thing I was too young to drive back then because I may have driven off the road laughing my ass off. Rose had that aura with me and everyone else. It was a constant.

Dr. Don Rose

I remember something distinct back in the time. Rose was broadcasting from his home in Danville; actually from his bed. He was battling issues with his leg. He was so important to KFRC and listeners loved the Doctor so much that KFRC built a makeshift studio in his bedroom that allowed him to broadcast his show; try doing that today; would never happen; maybe for a Howard Stern but nobody else. It spoke volumes to the popularity and power that was one Dr. Don Rose.

I thought he would live forever but he battled several health issues and hard to believe Rose passed away over a decade ago.

How BIG was Dr. Don? He was one of the most highly-paid DJs in the country making over $400,000. That's big today but even bigger back in the 1970's. Only "Aku" (Hal Lewis) earned in the vicinity what Rose was making.

KFRC, like the old KGO, was a gigantic part of the Bay Area culture scene. It was the pop music equivalent of the old KGO; more than just a radio station and purveyor of bubblegum music, 70's hits--KFRC had a distinct line-up of individual personalities and was constantly on the social Bay Area radar, particularly music and teen culture. In association with Bill Graham, KFRC produced many "Days on the Green" at the Oakland Coliseum Stadium; its contests gave away tickets to lucky listeners trying to score freebies to see the Grateful Dead and Beach Boys (what a combo, eh?)

Friday nights in Summer; listening to Bill Lee on KFRC. Don't forget, "Marvelous" Mark McKay and the always hilarious, Bobby Ocean. Your "Duke", Dave Sholin, was too good to be true. A funny, thought-provoking AM DJ with a gigantic personality and vibe to boot. Sholin would later in life be an editor of the influential industry newsletter, "Gavin Report."

They were all great.

And as crazy as this sounds, the whole 70's/KFRC experience defined an era in Bay Area pop culture. It was distinct and brilliant. Cozy and authentic. It was emblematic of the times and chicken soup for those of us wanting an escape away from some not so cool things taking place in the 1970's miles from the music and culture scene.

We needed it. I needed it. And I loved it too.

It's a special part of Bay Area radio history that made for entertaining, nostalgic days and nights. It broke up boredom and created magical moments. Those of you that were fans of that era and like myself had an affinity for KFRC can relate to my enthusiasm.

Peter Frampton at a "Day on the Green" at Oakland Coliseum, 1976

It's an enthusiasm that is lacking today in the vanilla mainstream abyss known as millennial culture, whatever that is.




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Bill Graham: Larger Than Life

 It was New Year's Eve, 1979, backstage at the Oakland Paramount. I was a wide-eyed senior from Skyline High who somehow managed to get coveted credentials to witness Pablo Cruise. How cool was that. My date thought I was impressive. So did I, mind you, but that's another story.


Long before the concert, I went back outside to the car to gather up some belongings --I think a cigarette, maybe some mints too, I was trying to be cool. As I gathered back to the side entrance to the theatre, I saw the familiar face and heard the booming, take-no-shit, get the fuck outta my way voice himself: Bill Graham. Wait, more striking, like, BILL GRAHAM, one of the most blunt, compelling, artful, important, entertaining figures in the world of Rock and Roll. And that's doing the man a little injustice because Bill Graham was far bigger than a mere rock and roll promoter.


Even impresario sold him short. Raconteur, heady businessman, asshole supreme, but asshole with a heavy heart and soul, a man and business empire that was a major part of Bay Area music culture in the 60's, 70's 80's and into the early 90's--Graham's life ended tragically; in the fall of 1991, he was killed in a helicopter crash on a stormy October night after a concert at the Concord Pavilion; a cruel event that eerily epitomized a Bill Graham constant: massive stubbornness--his friends and confidants pleaded with him to eschew the copter ride and go back to the city in a car because of the storm. Graham insisted otherwise. Fate took over and we know the rest of the story.


I had the pleasure of meeting Bill Graham. My older sister worked in the early 70's for Winterland Productions, the offshoot of the old Winterland Arena in the Fillmore, now demolished. Winterland was home to some of the most memorable concerts and performing artists ever, including luminaries like the Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin, the Mamas and the Papas and Jefferson Airplane--Graham produced all of them, including the one standout concert I attended, Winterland's last, the NYE '78 Finale with The Dead, The Blues Brothers, and seemingly all of San Francisco's social/cultural elite. It was interesting to witness a spectacle itself: Graham beaming down from atop the rafters at the moment of midnight as those in the crowd; hippies and geeks and reporters alike, looked like, "OMG, what the hell is this?!!" What it was really was typical Bill Graham-- master artful player, connoisseur of the unexpected, showman supreme and aficionado spectacular-LEE--the show ended New Year's Day with Graham serving breakfast to the 7000 or so attendees gathering their senses over scrambled eggs and black coffee. And a few other things that we won't mention, use your imagination.


Graham was one helluva character, as I mentioned really a showman in an era that had plenty of show people. He was mean but charming. Passionate and persistent, always there at the scene of the story from the bowels of the Oakland Coliseum Stadium to finish business with Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones to a run-of-the-mill Pablo Cruise encounter at the Paramount. You immediately knew his presence and were mindful of his command. Like I said, he could be a real prick, nasty too, but with Graham it was all about business. I didn't know the inner workings of the Rock and Roll world but I was able to gather that Graham's background, his mean streets, NY-bred, (although born in Germany), beginnings were at the center of his unforgiving persona. It was that very element, that personal, gruff demeanor that epitomized the Graham character himself. Herb Caen seemed to mention him daily, not always admiring but more than mere fodder; Bobby Slayton, a SF comedian, as part of his act, did a hysterical, convincing impression of the man himself--Slayton as Graham in New Yawk accent: "Hey, who are you? Get the fuck outta here!" It sounds sort of mean but if you know Slayton or knew Graham, you are laughing now and you were laughing then. Slayton often worked for Graham at the Punchline, (which Graham and his company, Bill Graham Presents), owned. Slayton too used to do private parties and they became good friends.


Graham indeed was rough and gruff. But he was also very charismatic, very altruistic and sensitive too. He gave lots of money to charities and was involved in supporting art schools and non-profits, particularly Jewish institutions with connections to Holocaust remembrance; Graham learned that his mother was gassed to death by the Nazis on a train bound for Auschwitz, the concentration camp where the Nazis sent his sister Ester.


In my brief experience with him, working as a cub reporter for K-101 Radio, I told him I was a fan of his business acumen. He wasn't all that impressed mind you, I figured he'd heard that before countless times, but he was cordial and respectful. He laughed a little too when I mentioned that he made the "blue jackets", (those people who were his venue security guards), rich and famous. They were as much a presence as Graham and in typical Graham style, he paid them better than average wages and provided benefits. He was loyal to the core and about as black and white as could be. Cross him and you were done. There was no middle ground in the world of Bill Graham. But he was consistent.


There is no Bill Graham today, literally, of course, and figuratively speaking. The concert business, like everything else, is largely run by corporations. Graham's former bigwigs at BGP, soon after his death, formed their own company and it eventually evolved into today's Another Planet Entertainment, (APE), which manages shows at the Greek Theatre and Oakland Fox, among others. To its credit, APE has maintained, slightly, a Graham homage: the blue jackets still exist, too bad Graham weren't alive today to see one of his signature ingredients, a relic to the past.


A past of Pablo Cruise, The Stones and The Dead, Jerry Garcia, Carlos Santana and Elvin Bishop. Eddie Money and Ronnie Montrose. The Beach Boys and The Eagles. The Day on the Green at "Oakland Stadium."


There is NO one, no one ever really, who will ever be Bill Graham --who was always larger than life, even today decades after his death.


You had to be there.


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