GOLDRADIO DOOWOP DJ CARL TANCREDI
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WORK WITH ME ANNIE

It began one day in Northeast High School homeroom. Radio Station WIBG was the #1 top 40 rock 'n' roll station in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Sunday night, WIBG radio deejay, Hy Lit, had his Sunday night Hall of Fame show.

Every Monday morning in homeroom, R.T. and me critiqued the music. S.A. sat in front of me and listened to us every week. On this particular Monday morning, S.A. turned around, called
me an asshole and said I didn't know anything. I did the smart thing and said nothing.
Now S.A. was one of the tougher guys in my high school. Everyone left him alone, me included. I was not a tough guy. What was there to say?

For reasons unknown, one day he invited me to his house to hear the good 'shit' I never heard. Spaniels 'You Gave Me Piece Of Mind,' Harp-tones 'I'll Never Tell' and 'Sunday Kind Of Love,' Orchids 'You Said You Loved Me,' Five Keys 'The Glory Of Love,' Moonglows '12 Months A Year,' Schoolboys 'Please Say You Want Me,' Flamingos 'Golden Teardrops,' Larks 'My Reverie,' Velours 'Can I Come Over Tonight,' Ravens 'Silent Night'/'White Christmas' to name a few.

He was right. This music was awesome. Monster lead singers, three or four black guys making background musical sounds with their voices. This was old 'shit,' some of it seven or eight years old, others even older. Then the timeless lament, how come
I never heard any of this music?

Top 40 radio was the bane and death knell for creative, independent disc jockeys like New York's Alan Freed, Memphis, Tennessee's Dewey Philips, Buffalo, NY's George 'Hound Dog' Lorenz. They never had a chance. The payola scandal accelerated the process. Radio management tightened the screws. Deejays no longer picked their show's music.
Here's the top 40 playlist, this is what you play every hour, every day. How sad. How boring.

It was the vocal group sounds, by black and white groups that caught my ear. I became a record collector, collecting the group sounds. No single artists need apply, unless they had a group backing them up.

I did a little radio in college. It was fun, but not a career. So much for the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, on and off I still collected. Now I'm retired, totally disgusted with internet doo wop programs and their hosts. Some are less annoying than others. Where are the tunes that I collected
and grew up with? Where's the good shit? The hard core R & B?

Enter Goldradio and Chief. I pitched my idea to him. I told him I am a 1950s, 1940s, 1960s rhythm n blues man. No jazz. No folk. No pop. No country. Just pure, hard core rhythm n blues (a.k.a. Race music).

The show would be co-hosted by Jim Bakay and me. Jim has got great R & B depth and the ears to prove it. The show needed a name, a brand in today's parlance. Jim came up with the perfect name, Work With Me Annie. My input? I wholeheartedly agreed with him!!
Chief said o.k. I think he had a crush on Annie. Can't blame him.

Presently, I am doing Annie solo. Where's Jim? Jim is alive and well. What's he doing? He sings with 2 a cappella groups. He hosts 2 radio music shows - WRDV-FM Hatboro, PA. In his free time, he reads a lot,downloads audio and video content, and works on designing his personal web page, currently under construction. Annie misses him.