The radio business has certainly changed a great deal.
With the proliferation of stations all looking for the same target demo and alternative sources of entertainment fragmenting the audience, drastically declining salaries, soulless voice tracking, smaller station staff size, etc .... there is ... (and rightfully so) ... a longing for the return to the days of a huge captive adoring audience, request lines full to almost to burn-out capacity with giggling groupies hoping to meet a "with it" jock when he got off shift, record reps flooding us with freebies of any sort your lascivious mind can conjure, and so on.
I must admit, the fast and furious lifestyle of the early days of CFUN after the conversion from CKVN was even better than you can imagine. Our lives served as the prototype for the movie "Fast Times At Ridgemont High."
http://youtu.be/nhUfmDGdK7M But, before you drop dead with envy, not everything was all cake and cookies with beer by the poolside.
When I would have to collect " Brother Boom-Boom Benson" and head to the station to go in for some production in the afternoon, invariably we were late for the studio booking and had to get our butts in gear to arrive "fashionably late." That's when we would have to run the gauntlet of one hazard after the next before we could whip into the underground parkade at 1900 West 4th and close the gates behind us for protection.
I've discovered a video which, although made well after the event, will give you a simulated look at just how terrible it could be, and the lengths we would have to go to make it to the studio some days.
Enjoy and reflect!
http://youtu.be/TtvsozMhbS4