HONEY RADIO 560: JUST LET THOSE GOOD TIMES ROLL

From the MCRFB NEWS archive: 1983

ANN ARBOR NEWS | June 14, 1983

 

 

 


 

STORY by BONNIE DeSIMONE (PHOTOS by DAVID M. DWORKIN)

OF THE NEWS STAFF / ANN ARBOR NEWS — June 14, 1983

 

B E F O R E   T H E   R E V O L U T I O N  demanded a soundtrack and selling new videos demanded an accompaniment, pop music was charged with answering only a few essential questions:

Who put the bomp in the bomp buh-bomp buh bomp, who put the ram in the rama-lama ding-dong?

Who put the bop in the bop she-bop she-bop, who put the dip in the dip di-dip di-dip?

A cut-out from the Ann Arbor News. This WHND story commemrated the 10th anniversary Honey Radio has been on the air in Detroit. June 14, 1983 (click image for larger view).
A newspaper cut-out from the Ann Arbor News. This WHND story commemorates the 10th anniversary Honey Radio has been on the air in Detroit. June 14, 1983 (click image for larger view; courtesy the Jim Heddle Collection).

Before laid back became a household adjective and FM deejays began murmuring in a reverent Uncola-nut dialect that made the whole band one indistinguishable dissertation on cool, tuning in to Top-40 jocks was like eavesdropping on a manic one-sided phone call.

“It’s 22-minutes to 1 at WHND,” says Richard D. Hayes (click name for a Richard D. WHND aircheck October, 1994). “And today is the birthday of the Marquis de Sade. I know a lot of the people that listen to this show are masochists. But let’s move on to something more important. This is National Adopt-a-Cat month.”

Parked on the extreme left end of the AM dial, WHND 560 — Honey Radio — is an anachronistic gas-guzzler in a lot full of compacts, a pink-and-white fin-tailed datemobile with your high school tassel dangling from your rear-view mirror and chrome enough to blind you on a sunny day.

Honey, celebrating it’s first decade on the air this year, is the only all-oldies station in southeastern Michigan and one of only a handful left in the country. No tune more recent than 1970 graces it’s frequency, radiated northward as far as Flint and eastward to Port Huron from 6 a.m. to sundown by a 500-watt transmitter towering above the cornfields of Monroe.

Reception can be a tad crackly  in Washtenaw County, but the crossfades are flawless and the theme unadulterated: puppy love, teenage love, lost love, cruising for love, tragic love, unrequited love, girl-next-door-love.

I’d change her sad rags into glad rags if I could (If I could). My folks won’t let me ’cause they say that she’s no good.

She’s a rag doll, just a rag doll. Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace. . .


Article photograph featuring Richard D. Hayes: "...he performs like a deranged starship captain, cackling madly and crooning along with the songs." (Ann Arbor News; June 14, 1983).
Article photograph featuring Richard D. Hayes: “…he performs like a deranged starship captain, cackling madly and crooning along with the songs.” (Click image for larger view. Ann Arbor News; June 14, 1983)

WHND’s format accounts for part, but not all, of it’s uniqueness. The deejays at the station’s Royal Oak Township are faithful not only to the era’s sound, but to its style — the rabid patter, the endless promotions, the obscure trivia contests.

“I do have a Honey T-shirt to give away, they come in small, medium, large, extra-large and Coleman tent for the answer to this Tricky Dicky trivia question — what song. that I played a little while ago, would you play for the (Detroit) mayor fan club?”

Program director Hayes, known to Honey listeners as Richard D., admits to having graduated from high school in Savage, Minn., circa 1952. He has been in radio ever since, interrupted only by brief stints as a restaurateur and semi-truck driver.

A salt-and-pepper topped human tornado, he operates at a perpetual 78 r.p.m., hands flying from the controls to the phone like a deranged starship captain, cackling madly, crooning along with the songs in what be charitably referred to as a falsetto, and keeping up a stream-of-consciousness conversations with himself or whomever  happens to be around.

“Hello, Honey radio. Wipeout? You’re absolutely wrong. But that’s a good guess.”

“Hello, Honey radio. It isn’t Suspicion. No. Let’s keep the mayor’s personality and politics out of it. What? You stood in a phone booth fifteen minutes trying to get through? OK, I’m gonna mention that.

“Hello, Honey radio. Yes, that right, ‘Young Lovers.’ What? Hey wow? I haven’t heard anyone say that in a LONG time! I mean, who are you?

WHND — owned by the Greater Media Co., of East Brunswick, N.J., which also owns WHND’s sister station WMJC — has made one concession to the ’80s. Songs are recorded onto “carts,” or short tape loops in cartridges which re-cue themselves automatically when they’re done playing. In the case of ’50s and ’60s songs, that duration is generally less than two and a half minutes.

Carts are saviors for deejays, all of whom had at least one nightmarish memory of dropping a needle on a dusty record from a height of 14 inches, or helplessly watch a stylus scrape across the grooves after being struck by an errant coffee cup, frisbee or other airborne deus ex machina.

But the pace of an oldies show is still frenetic. Rumor has it that WHND deejays are required to be double-jointed and ambidextrous to handle the typical workload: one two-minute song playing, two more ready to go, insert a couple of 30-second spots, talk live, and meanwhile try to make a dent in the 18 carts stacked up on the counter waiting to be put away.

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane, Ain’t got time to take a fast train, Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home, My baby, she wrote me a letter. . . .

WHND’s total collection includes every song that made the charts from 1954 to 1970 — some 500 to 800 a year — although only 1,200 line the racks behind the deejay in the studio at any given time. But most of the songs on Honey’s playlist  were made between 1955-66, skirting rock and message music. The station’s touch is purposefully light, sugary, frivolous — unsullied by anything grating, complicated or political.

“Many of our listeners are super-sensitive to the late-’60s,” said Hayes in a reflective moment. “They look on it as a drug culture period that they don’t want any part of. Most of them are too nice to give us flack, but I can tell by the comments they make.”

The creme de-la-creme, classic hits stay at the deejay’s fingertips all the time, and the rest rotate according how they fare in special oldies market tests.

Some, like “Alvin’s Harmonica” by David Seville and the Chipmunks — would you believe the number 34 song in 1959? — bomb consistently and are pulled from the racks. Sorry, Dave.

"...It's hard to be down when you're playing this music," Hayes says. (Click on image for larger view. Ann Arbor News; June 14, 1983).
“…It’s hard to be down when you’re playing this music,” Hayes says. (Click on image for larger view. Ann Arbor News; June 14, 1983).

Bubble-gum songs and novelty songs tend to score less well than the tried and trite romantic confessionals, according to Hayes. But that never means they never get aired.

“As the minister would say, I feel led to play something I haven’t heard in a long time,” Richard D. intones. “Napoleon XIV, from 1966. . .

They’re coming to take me away, ha ha, ho ho, he he, ha ha  To the funny home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds  And basket weavers who sits and smiles and twiddle their thumbs and toes   And they’re coming to take me away . . . .

So what kind of rampant escapist listens to Honey, anyway?

“You look like an intelligent person,” Hayes told a reporter, cocking one eyebrow. “That’s why you like oldies. They’re a refreshing change from current music, which is dull, bland and boring.”

The bulk of WHND’s audience graduated from high school in the late ’50s and early ’60s and has cotton candy first-prom associations to match the oldies. But Haye’s says Honey’s constituency is broadening beyond the baby boom bulge.


Honey Radio's own Richard D. Hayes, photographed here with Honey Radio alumnus Jon Ray.
Honey Radio’s own Richard D. Hayes. Photographed here (left) alongside Honey Radio alumnus Jon Ray.

“We figure that our audience will follow us down the line, and that this format will be good for another 20 years,” he said. “The only place you could do this is a major market, a market that’s a hot bed for rock and roll music like Detroit.

“The music is suggestive of an era that people perceive of happy. Those were actually very turbulent times — I know, because I was an adult then. But people are unhappy  with the way things are, and they want to go back to another era.

“And they’re not just weirdos anymore,” he said in some wonderment. “I’m seeing more and more younger people, more and more ordinary people.”

A WHND-AM 56 bumper sticker from the early-1990s.
A WHND-AM 56 bumper sticker from the early-1990s.

We used to dance to the music, make romance to the music. Oh, its the same old song, but with a different meaning since you’ve been gone . . .

But enough heavy stuff. Richard D. is on again — leg jiggling furiously, cranking the music so the music glass quivers, putting his swivel chair in reverse to answer the phone, chortling gleefully as he flips the switch so a caller can introduce a song, taking the mike himself.

“One of the reasons I’m SO excited today, one of the reason I’m EXUDING enthusiasm. . .”

“It’s hard to be down when you’re playing this music,” said Hayes. “Sometimes I come in and feel like a dishrag whose usefulness is past, but after a half an hour. . .”

I think we’re alone now. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around. I think we’re alone now. The beating of our hearts is the only sound . . . .

Bomp-bomp, bomp; Bomp-bomp, bomp. The sounds of our hearts is the Mersey beat. END


THANK YOU! Motor City Radio Flashbacks is indebted to our good friend Jim Heddle, Phoenix, AZ., for sharing this WHND ‘Honey Radio’ newspaper cut-out from June 14, 1983. We thank you for sharing with us this WHND ‘Honey Radio’ 560 Motor City memory. How times fly. This featured article first appeared in the Ann Arbor News — thirty-long years ago.



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