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This is the story of your average Joe working mostly behind the scenes at the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation.
Adventures in the Radio Trade is an attempt to document a roughly twenty year stretch of CBC Radio between 1988 and 2008. It covers a fair amount of ground from the perspective of single audio technician (me) following his own unique path through the CBC Radio trenches.
My time with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation has been mostly positive, so you won’t see much dirt here. This is a celebration of CBC Radio, though an unflinching one, as there were some challenging moments. I do my utmost to be strictly factual based on a pretty good memory and copious notes taken throughout my career.
The tale begins in July 1988…
My roommate came home with a brand new car. I’d been bumming around for a couple of months, enjoying a summer off after working as a lab assistant at Ryerson. He’d been bumming around too, but then he got a job at GM, and one day he came home with a car. It seemed so… grown up. And cool. The guy had a car. He could afford a car. A brand new car. I still remember what kind of car it was. A red Chevy Beretta.
I decided I wanted to be able to afford a car. This meant it was time to get a job.
I applied for a job at Sony where I’d make $25,000 dollars a year. This seemed like a huge amount. Ryerson had paid $13,000 for eight months of work. I was still living off that because my lifestyle cost virtually nothing. I had nothing. Up until then I’d wanted nothing. Until my roommate came home with a car.
I also applied at a post production facility. I forget the name. They interviewed me (Sony didn’t). They were willing to pay me $18,000 a year. They said, if you were offered both jobs, this one and the one at Sony, which one would you take? I didn’t even blink an eye. “The one at Sony,” I said.
“Because it’s seven thousand dollars more a year!”
I didn’t get either job. The post-production facility phoned me up to give me the news.
“Do you know why we didn’t give you the job?” the fellow who called asked me.
“It’s because you said you’d take the Sony job over ours for the money.”
“So you’re penalizing me for being honest,” I said.
He didn’t care. He was trying to tell me that they wanted to hire someone with a passion for what they were doing, but I didn’t clue in. It wasn’t where my head was at just then. I wanted a job, and the more money the better. I’d figure out the passion bit later.
So I crossed the street — Jarvis Street — to the CBC and gave the receptionist June my resume. June asked, “What kind of job do you want?”
“Something technical,” I told her.
I have no idea why I said that. It just came out without any premeditation whatsoever. I could have said, “Something that will earn me a lot of money,” or “Something On Air.” But I didn’t. Probably any other answer wouldn’t have gotten me a job. I said, “Something technical” and June picked up the phone right away and called someone.
It was Don Burgess, who was the manager in charge of radio technicians at the time. No idea what his exact title was. I don’t think he did the job very long. But he did it long enough for me. We chatted a bit about my background… plenty of experience in private radio, a degree in radio and television from Ryerson, and so on. He set up an interview.
A week later three people sat at one end of a table while I sat at the other. It was a friendly interrogation. I told them I could read music, that I’d been an announcer/operator for many years, that I listened to CBC Radio all the time since I’d been a kid. I could name shows and hosts dating back a decade and a half. My favourite shows were Variety Tonight with Vicki Gabereau and I also enjoyed The Entertainers when it had been on.
At the end of the interview they asked me if I had any questions. I said, “Just one. What have you been interviewing me for?”
They all laughed. Nobody answered the question. They thought I was joking. But I wasn’t joking. Nobody had taken the time to explain the position to me. All I knew was that it was something technical to do with CBC Radio. (I’ve conducted many interviews since; I always take time off the top to make sure the applicant completely understands what they’re applying for.)
A week later they hired me. A few days after that I received a letter from the CBC saying they couldn’t hire me. This was because I had also dropped off a letter to their Human Resources department asking for a job. The Human Resources department didn’t want me. Fortunately the technical folks did.
I’d been working for CBC Radio an entire week before I really started to get a sense of what the job was. It was a job that hadn’t existed in any of the private radio stations I’d worked for. In private radio you did it all. At the CBC you just did a piece of it all. You specialized. And I was going to specialize in the technical stuff. Not fixing things, operating them. Consoles, microphones, tape recorders, all technical equipment having to do with the recording and broadcast of sound.
Something technical. Those two words changed my life, have defined my life for over three decades now.
Never did get a car. Had to marry into that. But that’s another story.
Adventures in the Radio Trade
Table of Contents
A Brief History of Radio
The Radio Building
“Joe, We Have a Problem”
Riding the Faders
As It Happens
Studios from Scratch
One Leg at a Time
French Radio: CJBC
Four Days Chez Margaret Atwood
A Dramatic Turn of Events
Tools of the Trade
Requiem for a Studio
The Handmaid’s Tale
Faster Than Light
The Cold Equations
To the Ships!
Faster Than Light: The Second and Third Pilots
Arthur J. Vaughan: One Officer’s Experiences
The Great Radio Drama Submission Call
Worms for Sale
The Great Lockout of ’05
The Adventures of Apocalypse Al
Live Effects for a Dead Dog
The Story of Q
The Dark Side
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