Or “lernch” if you’re Celine Dion. And on a completely random note, I never really had a honeymoon. We got married. We loaded our swag and bounty in a Ryder truck and hauled az back to Charlotte because I had to work a Whitney Houston concert.
In the Spring of 1998 I used a pager for people to find me. Yes. A pager. Google it. I didn’t have any clients in the Twin Cities at that time so I would regularly drive into the metro and allow people at various stations to buy me meals under the premise of ‘work’. I was really just freeloading.
One particular day in mid-May, I was dining courtesy of KQRS at some nameless bistro in an office building out on 394 when my pager went off. My dining partners were no doubt very impressed. I excused myself to a payphone in the lobby (this was 1998, okay?) and called back the number. It was Mark Gullett, who I’d known as the amazing Promotion Director for Q-102 in Philly and who was immensely responsible for the devastation that that station had rained down upon The Eagle. He and his wife had moved down to sunny Tampa where he was now working at Entercom and would regularly call to remind me that they had a lemon tree in the yard.
“Where’s Clifton?” he whispered, as if someone was tapping the line. “We’re going to launch on ‘FLZ. Where’s Clifton?” Read more…