When I’m talking with Radio friends about memorable audio experiences I’ll usually reference the moment I was in my Ryder truck with my dog, somewhere west of Sacramento on I-80 and as we cleared a summit…BOOM…I could hear KMEL in San Francisco. This was the station that I’d been hired away from Beasley in Charlotte to go and help defeat.
By the time we got to Vallejo I wanted to pull over, puke and turn around, and not necessarily in that order. They sounded like the Bay Area. It was not just what they said but how they said it. They clearly were a Bay Area radio station and that was pretty intimidating.