STeVE's Amazing Anecdotes 101: Breaking Them Down
Feb 18, 2018 2:44:55 GMT
Post by Boozin' Susan on Feb 18, 2018 2:44:55 GMT
A couple of years ago, it finally dawned on me how STeVE's anecdotes tended to share similar traits.
The characteristics of STeVE's "perfect poats" were written up (ala a school lecture) in a thread at the old Stereo Central. (It's the one thing I wrote at the old place I'd like to see again, as I'm curious if the observations made then have held up.)
Anyway, Daddy recently writing about his adventures in the Patty Hearst saga made me want to have another look at how STeVE structures most of his amazing anecdotes.
In a nutshell, I've determined that a "perfect" Hoffman poat will feature these five elements:
1) A perfectly-recalled tiny detail (or quote) from 40-60 years ago that nobody would likely remember after so much time.
2) Hoffman doing something exciting because he's STeVE! (Something only the SHite riff-raff could dream about.)
3) Name-dropping either someone famous, or some mentor to young-Grasshopper STeVE.
4) Folksy and/or custie-pie words and expressions that show Daddy is really neat!
5) Listing the brand name and/or model number of some old piece of equipment that's sure to give the SHites a sexual charge.
In addition to all this, the overall point of the perfect STeVE poat must make our hero even more heroic to the SHites. (Just picture STeVE, fists on hips, sucking in his gut as he tries to get the sun to perfectly shine the giant "H" that's on his spandex superhero jumpsuit.)
Here's STeVE's Patty Hearst adventure, broken down to show each of the elements listed above:
My personal connection to the Patty Hearst kidnapping saga:
I worked at Pacifica Radio KPFK after school and on weekends. I was on staff (which meant I got paid) because I would do any shift, even in the middle of the night. So I'm there after school and I do my shift up to midnight (broadcast engineer and announcer). The midnight guy comes in, starts his show and barfs all over the console. He goes home sick and gives the air to me. So I'm the all night rock & roll DJ! Happy but totally blitzed tired. The early morning guy (Paul) comes in and gets a phone call: "Look behind the studio under the mattress, you will find a tape from the SLA there. Play it and call the press."
So I was on the couch outside the control room, trying to catch some sleep before driving home to school. Paul, the engineer on call played the tape and heard this: Simply that Patty said she was "No longer Patty Hearst, but TANIA.”
The Symbionese Liberation Army was in da house! ****.
When we heard it, geez, we knew we were all going to be visited by the FBI. The sound quality was so good the feds thought that the SLA recorded it in our studio. It felt weird that the most wanted people in the entire country were right behind our studio that night. Probably even Cinque or maybe Patty Tania Hearst herself. They were probably listening to me on the air, I was playing some good stuff! Creepy.
All of our fingerprints were on the tape after we grabbed it as well which was really bad news.
After we woke up Will Lewis, our general manager and he heard the tape, he called the media saying we were going to broadcast another communique from the SLA and it was a shocker. We called our program director (Ruth H.) and she came in right away as well. She called some of her contacts in the press to make sure we got a full house.
That did it, the studio was invaded by the press.
Paul wisely took off leaving just ME to run the sound of the station. So, after 1/2 hour sleep, I was back in the saddle. Someone ran across to Cindy's to bring me back something to eat (that someone was the late Mike Hodel, host of "Hour 25" the most wonderful Science Fiction show on the radio and the greatest guy of all time. He is missed.)
The three networks (ABC, NBC and CBS) set up in the control room with their film cameras and lights plus print reporters and had nothing visually to film except me controlling the tape. They had their microphones aimed at our JBL Studio monitors. They turned the cameras over and I started the tape, broadcasting it on the KPFK air at the same time as the media got it. ELECTRIC MOMENTS! Patty was no longer Patty!!! It was like a weird dream. I was wearing shorts, a blue prison looking workshirt, and had long hair. I also (remember) hadn't left my post since the day before, totally beat.
I got to clear out of there in the late afternoon.
That night when I got home I told my parents I was for sure going to be on Walter Cronkite news and NBC and ABC as well and I WAS! On all three networks. It was big news, Patty had gone over to the enemy.
I told my poor dad that I was sorry I wasn't dressed to be on television because after all, it was a radio station. Humor.
The next day the FBI came and raided our studio (expected). We were all printed and I'm sure have big ol' files. The Feds were itching to arrest each and every one of us, they were sure we were in on it, or guilty of something.
The next day I told my friends in school what had happened but no one believed me. Oh, well. My little adventure was the first and only time in my life that I ever held a secret for a few hours ahead of time that was to shake the foundations of our country and society.
Seems like a long time ago but it was an exciting time.
I had mixed emotions when many of them burned up in that fire..
It was quite an adventure working at KPFK, many crazy things happened and I got to meet very many famous, beautiful talented artists and thinkers of the day.
Once you start to notice and pick out each of the elements STeVE constantly uses in his anecdotes, you'll see that his poats are really like ersatz Mad Libs – quite generic and interchangeable.
The characteristics of STeVE's "perfect poats" were written up (ala a school lecture) in a thread at the old Stereo Central. (It's the one thing I wrote at the old place I'd like to see again, as I'm curious if the observations made then have held up.)
Anyway, Daddy recently writing about his adventures in the Patty Hearst saga made me want to have another look at how STeVE structures most of his amazing anecdotes.
In a nutshell, I've determined that a "perfect" Hoffman poat will feature these five elements:
1) A perfectly-recalled tiny detail (or quote) from 40-60 years ago that nobody would likely remember after so much time.
2) Hoffman doing something exciting because he's STeVE! (Something only the SHite riff-raff could dream about.)
3) Name-dropping either someone famous, or some mentor to young-Grasshopper STeVE.
4) Folksy and/or custie-pie words and expressions that show Daddy is really neat!
5) Listing the brand name and/or model number of some old piece of equipment that's sure to give the SHites a sexual charge.
In addition to all this, the overall point of the perfect STeVE poat must make our hero even more heroic to the SHites. (Just picture STeVE, fists on hips, sucking in his gut as he tries to get the sun to perfectly shine the giant "H" that's on his spandex superhero jumpsuit.)
Here's STeVE's Patty Hearst adventure, broken down to show each of the elements listed above:
Steve Hoffman said:
"The Radical Story Of Patty Hearst" - CNN documentary. Brings back memories. A few of you might find the below interesting:My personal connection to the Patty Hearst kidnapping saga:
I worked at Pacifica Radio KPFK after school and on weekends. I was on staff (which meant I got paid) because I would do any shift, even in the middle of the night. So I'm there after school and I do my shift up to midnight (broadcast engineer and announcer). The midnight guy comes in, starts his show and barfs all over the console. He goes home sick and gives the air to me. So I'm the all night rock & roll DJ! Happy but totally blitzed tired. The early morning guy (Paul) comes in and gets a phone call: "Look behind the studio under the mattress, you will find a tape from the SLA there. Play it and call the press."
So I was on the couch outside the control room, trying to catch some sleep before driving home to school. Paul, the engineer on call played the tape and heard this: Simply that Patty said she was "No longer Patty Hearst, but TANIA.”
The Symbionese Liberation Army was in da house! ****.
When we heard it, geez, we knew we were all going to be visited by the FBI. The sound quality was so good the feds thought that the SLA recorded it in our studio. It felt weird that the most wanted people in the entire country were right behind our studio that night. Probably even Cinque or maybe Patty Tania Hearst herself. They were probably listening to me on the air, I was playing some good stuff! Creepy.
All of our fingerprints were on the tape after we grabbed it as well which was really bad news.
After we woke up Will Lewis, our general manager and he heard the tape, he called the media saying we were going to broadcast another communique from the SLA and it was a shocker. We called our program director (Ruth H.) and she came in right away as well. She called some of her contacts in the press to make sure we got a full house.
That did it, the studio was invaded by the press.
Paul wisely took off leaving just ME to run the sound of the station. So, after 1/2 hour sleep, I was back in the saddle. Someone ran across to Cindy's to bring me back something to eat (that someone was the late Mike Hodel, host of "Hour 25" the most wonderful Science Fiction show on the radio and the greatest guy of all time. He is missed.)
The three networks (ABC, NBC and CBS) set up in the control room with their film cameras and lights plus print reporters and had nothing visually to film except me controlling the tape. They had their microphones aimed at our JBL Studio monitors. They turned the cameras over and I started the tape, broadcasting it on the KPFK air at the same time as the media got it. ELECTRIC MOMENTS! Patty was no longer Patty!!! It was like a weird dream. I was wearing shorts, a blue prison looking workshirt, and had long hair. I also (remember) hadn't left my post since the day before, totally beat.
I got to clear out of there in the late afternoon.
That night when I got home I told my parents I was for sure going to be on Walter Cronkite news and NBC and ABC as well and I WAS! On all three networks. It was big news, Patty had gone over to the enemy.
I told my poor dad that I was sorry I wasn't dressed to be on television because after all, it was a radio station. Humor.
The next day the FBI came and raided our studio (expected). We were all printed and I'm sure have big ol' files. The Feds were itching to arrest each and every one of us, they were sure we were in on it, or guilty of something.
The next day I told my friends in school what had happened but no one believed me. Oh, well. My little adventure was the first and only time in my life that I ever held a secret for a few hours ahead of time that was to shake the foundations of our country and society.
Seems like a long time ago but it was an exciting time.
I had mixed emotions when many of them burned up in that fire..
It was quite an adventure working at KPFK, many crazy things happened and I got to meet very many famous, beautiful talented artists and thinkers of the day.
Once you start to notice and pick out each of the elements STeVE constantly uses in his anecdotes, you'll see that his poats are really like ersatz Mad Libs – quite generic and interchangeable.