I missed out on the Golden Age of Radio: Jack Benny, Fibber McGee, W.C. Fields and so many others. I tried to bring back some of that imaginative writing—and the great characters—in the many thousands of radio spots I wrote, directed, and sometimes performed on during the past half-century.
In PART ONE, I mentioned the influence that old-time radio had on my writing and performing. PART TWO has more award-winning fun for you, including a radio commercial that could never be made today, and a guest shot by the hilarious Paul Lynde.
When asked by a reporter if he was as mean as his reputation, Butkus replied, "I wouldn't ever go out to hurt anybody deliberately. Unless it was … like a league game or something."
When word got around our building that Probert was there to shoot a commercial, the offices emptied and the lobby filled with hundreds of people hoping to get a glimpse.
A wild-haired, black guitarist plugged his instrument into a massive amp, held it upside-down, and launched into a series of ear-splitting sounds totally alien to an unsuspecting audience of teenyboppers.
The hero of Super Bowl III, the man who dated Raquel Welch, the guy who wore pantyhose in a TV commercial, was afraid to sing for us.
Did I really have a casting couch and endless women? Are you kidding? I was with the same company for ten years before I got my wobbly chair fixed, never mind a couch. However, there were moments …