Comments on: Wild Thing – I Think I Love You

By: M & B

M & B — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 13:41:54 +0000

Like Fairlie I also started with 6PM, but you have taken me back to my teenage years (and earlier with Billy, don’t be a hero) in Perth!

Can you believe Gary Shannon is still working the traps on breakfast radio?

By: peppermintpatcher

peppermintpatcher — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 10:04:46 +0000

Billy, don’t be a hero. I still swoon at the very thought of that song. It is on my itunes list and now I listen to it on my ipod – not as tinny, but just as good.

By: Michael Lee

Michael Lee — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 05:02:20 +0000

I work with this impossibly young guy who said to me the other day in unironic seriousness “How did people live before Youtube!”

He never had a transistor radio obv…

By: Fairlie

Fairlie — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 12:23:24 +0000

I started with 6PM (wasn’t Baby John Burgess there for a while?) and transitioned fairly quickly to 96fm.

What a great post! It certainly invoked lost of memories.

By: Melinda

Melinda — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 19:27:11 +0000

Oh yes. Sigh, those were the days I thought those heart-wrenching power ballads were about ME. They were the soundtrack of my life. I called and requested a song, loved that they played it, loved knowing all my friends were tuned in and hearing it.

By: meggie

meggie — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 08:47:20 +0000

Where would we have been without our ‘trannies’? Loved them long before yours. We needed our music fix, & though the batteries were expensive we bought them, to keep current, as we picked apples in an orchard of our youth!

By: Maureen

Maureen — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 03:14:44 +0000

I think I was in the walki-talkie age-group when my older sisters were occupied by transistor radios. Still, your post brought back some memories! Well-written!

By: silfert

silfert — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 23:26:36 +0000

My radio was a gift from my grandmother, and was sewn into the belly of a stuffed Cocker Spaniel. Vaguely disturbing, what with the knobs poking out of the underside, but fun to listen to. My sister had a raccoon radio that was behind one of my favorite childhood memories.

We held a tea party for all of our stuffed animals. Arranged them around the edge of a big afghan that Mom had made, then asked if “anyone” wanted to say the blessing. My sister leaned over and snapped on the raccoon radio in time for a commercial that blared, “Thank you for the chili dogs!”

The radio was immediately shut off while we rolled on the floor, cackling.

By: debby

debby — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 22:23:27 +0000

Oh, my gosh. I wrote an article on my transistor radio when I was trying to master the stinking Ipod. (I still haven’t). People got quite emotional about their own transistor memories, just like here. I listened to Wolfman Jack out of Indianapolis (WOWO radio), using the little white earpiece that you had to wiggle the wire around to get a connection, and then hold it there in the dark, listening to cool people calling in their requests. Dorks from the woods of Pennsylvania were not cool. I understood this instinctively.

And the first live concert I ever heard was Seals and Croft. And then the Doobie Brothers with Rush and Heart. And the Texas Jam Fest with Cheap Trick…oh, Shirley…you never do lose the other ages you’ve been.

By: M

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 11:47:03 +0000

I love that you still listened to it when the earpiece failed. So different to the “young” today don’t you think! God, I must be old – talking about the ‘young’ an’ all.