The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Broadcasters #13
Stacks o' Wax #17

The Good Guys Sing was an LP released on the United Artists label in 1964 by the All Star air staff of New York's AM radio giant, WMCA; known in story and song as the WMCA Good Guys. From left to right: Dan Daniel, Jack Spector, Harry Harrison, Johnny Dark, B. Mitchel Reed and Joe O'Brien.

Between numbers, of course, the Good Guys do weather, traffic updates and time checks.


A Human On Earth said...

I grew up in the Bronx. Back in the 60’s, the coolest thing to have was a yellow/orange colored WMCA Good Guys sweatshirt with their Happy Face logo.

Not everyone had one; they were hard to come by. As a kid I had one and I was a big shot.

Keep up the good work!

Tom Sutpen said...


We'll keep playin' the hits!

SomeNYGuy said...

My schoolyard companions! It seemed like every kid in Sheepshead Bay had a transistor radio tuned to the Good Guys (okay, a few listened to "77, W-A-B-C!")

Tom Sutpen said...

WABC actually had a somewhat hip playlist in those days, no?

It's amazing how the mighty fall, though. The WMCA Good Guys were kings of the AM band . . . yet I remember reading that Jack Spector, by the 1980s, was doing Sports talk weeknights on WNBC (not the most enviable air-shift).

God only knows what became of the others.

If radio isn't the cruellest business on the planet, in terms of its mortality rate, I'd like to know what is.