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Playing The Clubs
Almost On The Road with Toto
Another Sold Out Show
An Avalanche of Confidence
Finishing the Record
The Recording Sessions
The New Studio
Selecting The Songs for the New Record
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An Avalanche of Momentum
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WCCC 106.9 FM and Avalanche
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A New Day Dawns
The Final Rehearsal
Making the Choice
Patti Again
Annie and American Talent International
Taking Care of the Final Details
Trying to Keep A Perspective
The House on McCall Road
Avalanche Hits the Airwaves
The First Record is Released
The Seeds of Doom...A Side Project...The Shaboo All-Stars
The Recording Studio
The Essential Need for Momentum
Keeping the Band Happy
The Band's "Other Women"
The Politics with the Women
Our Crew
Keeping Things "Under Wraps"
Writing and Rehearsing
Avalanche is Born
Barry Easton Gets the Job..
The Responsibility of Leadership
The Relationship between Bass and Drums
Mark comes aboard
Mark Easton
Charles Calmese
Making It Happen
The Journey of Friendship
An Unconventional Plan
Finding my Musical Identity
Back on Course
Very close...but no cigar...
The Audition
A "Shot" at the "Big Time"
Annie... Sex and Drugs and Rock n'Roll
The Move to Boston...
Recuperating...
A Near Death Experience...
Finding my way back...
Clueless
A Friend Through Thick and Thin
Kilo's Sacrifice
« November 2003 Archive
Sunday, November 30, 2003
2:36:00 PM EST
Feeling Frustrated
Hearing My own music

Banned From The Air


The next show we were scheduled to do was the WCCC Big Show, that I had booked a month earlier. I had managed to get some acetates of the newly mastered recordings, and since I had already been told I could count on major airplay support from a number of the stations that had played the first single...I thought it was time to let the Program Directors from those stations get a preview of the record they would be playing soon. I went to WCCC first, since I had developed a good relationship with their Program Director, after all, he had come to the recording sessions, and we were about to do another "Big Show" for the station...to follow up on a very successful first one. I was excited to let him hear the finished product, because he had loved what he had heard before any vocal tracks had been done. I made the appointment to see him at the station about a week before our scheduled concert date at the club. I got into his office, and we talked for a while about the night of the session, and how well things had turned out on this record. Then I played him the acetate. And I knew instantly that something was wrong...he had a strange look on his face. When it was over he looked at me and said..."Mike..there is no way I'm putting this on the air"....and I thought he was joking. He wasn't. After I regained my composure, I asked him why. He told me that the lyrics were too controversial, that I had named certain government agencies by name, and that the lyrics were just too hot to handle. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I pointed out that I had invited him to the sessions, and that he had loved the record...and I had gone forward with manufacturing based on that...and all he said was that it was too bad he hadn't heard the lyrics that night, or he would have told me this stuff then. I was devastated. This was going to kill our momentum. The public expected a follow up record...and it was overdue. A few years later, Don Henly came out with a song called "Smuggler's Blues" which basically said a lot of the same stuff this song did...but this was years earlier...and I wasn't Don Henly. Sometimes being "ahead of the wave" has its drawbacks...and this was definetely one of those times. I knew this could stop us dead in the water...and cripple the band...but there was nothing I could do about it.

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