So, when last we heard from DJ Rimshot ( not his real name but it is sort of apt, if you think about it … ) he was toying with the idea of doing something interesting with his life. Anything would do, just so long asthe words "real work" were not involved.
High school for him was nearly over. He was involved in things such as the naval reserve, a girl friend (isn’t that always the case?) some sports, some after-school jobs and anything else that had nothing to do with school work.
Then, as Bobby Vinton sings, “the big day came”, and it was high school graduation time. Resplendent in his new double-breasted suit he walked across the stage of the Bedford Road high school auditorium in Saskatoon and received his fake diploma, which was actually a scrolled-up list of all the members of his graduating class. His next thought? “ What in the name of Huckleberry Hound do I do now?”
You see, our erstwhile hero had so far failed to academically distinguish himself and was constantly told that if he “ would concentrate more on his studies and less on being the class clown…blah blah blah..ad nauseum…” he figured a course of action that involved further academic work was out of the question.
Also, he had felt throughout his life that he had never been “allowed” to make major decisions about his own life on his own, so he eventually deferred to the wishes of his maternal parental figure.
“ You find something to do or I’ll find it for you,” she declared.
Gulp! He had actually toyed with the idea of signing on for a year’s tour of duty with the navy. Maybe get posted to Halifax or Victoria. Maybe get to go on a sea cruise or two. Sounded like a good idea to him. Others thought less of the idea, so he collapsed and applied for a spot in the Broadcast Communications program at the British Columbia Institute of Technology in Burnaby, B.C., a Vancouver suburb.
“At least I’ll get back to the coast for a year or two,” he figured. Anything other than staying in Saskatoon would be a blessing.
It was a two year program and so it was that in June of 1969, after a “practicum” of sorts at CFQC AM 600 in Saskatoon, he graduated with a Diploma of Technology in Broadcast Communications and soon landed a job at CFAX 1070 in Victoria.
That was in September of 1969. He started as a board operator then moved into the writing department. Two years later he went from CFAX in the Central Building to CKDA in the Douglas Hotel.
Then, in the fall of '73 and seemingly out of the blue, he was hired to be the Creative Director and Promotions Manager at ‘QC 600.
“I’m on top of the world!” he thought.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.