Archive for April, 2012

The Boys of Bandstand

April 18, 2012

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In the early days of Rock and Roll there were few people who had a greater influence on the music of the day than Dick Clark. 

As host of American Bandstand broadcast nationwide every afternoon starting in 1957 Clark, a 1993 inductee into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, had the ability to make a musician. The show was viewed by five million record buying teens so one solid appearance could turn a song into an overnight hit.

Dick Clark from an early American Bandstand Show

Dick Clark from an early American Bandstand Show

The show originated from a studio on Market Street in West Philadelphia. The location bode well for young South Philadelphia talent like Frankie Avalon, Bobby Rydell, Chubby Checker, Fabian. 

Bobby Rydell, John Kosich, Frankie Avalon; Trump Castle May, 1993

When I worked in Atlantic City in the early 90’s Bobby Rydell had a place “downtheshore” and our paths would cross once in a while.  Below are two clips, the first in 1993 when I sat down with him and Frankie Avalon for a piece on their Bandstand days as well as their days playing another staple for young entertainers, the Steel Pier in Atlantic City.

The second is a promo Bobby did for our 11 p.m. newscast at WMGM-TV.

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Remembering Harry Kalas

April 2, 2012

This month marks the Anniversary of the death of Phillies announcer Harry Kalas.  In his honor I wanted to repost this piece from that day.

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He was the voice of the Phillies, the voice of NFL Films, the voice of Campbell’s Soup…  He was quite simply THE VOICE.

Growing up in Northeast Philadelphia Harry was  summer.   Take a walk around our block of rowhomes on a hot August night and it was Harry’s voice you heard in the background on the radio as parents sat on their front steps watching their kids play, the women talking, the men listening to the Phillies game, maybe drinking a cold Schmidt’s or Ortlieb’s.

As a kid I wanted to be the next Harry Kalas.  We’d play stickball or wiffleball and I’d call the games as we played them, trying my best to do it just like Harry would.  Every hit was “a long drive” and every homerun was “outta here.”

A Stickball game on the old street.

When I was in sixth grade at St. Martha’s in Philadelphia I came across a book about how to be a play by play announcer and I thought this is it, that’s what I’m going to do.  So I wrote to Harry Kalas for advice, he wrote back, I wrote him with more questions, he wrote me with more answers.  Long story short it was a correspondence that would go back and forth for the next  31 years.

One of the many letters from Harry over a 30+ year span, this one when I was in high school and made the decision to go to Temple University.

In a quick search through old boxes I’ve come across a handful of those letters like the one above when I wrote Harry in High School to say that I had chosen to go to Temple University or this one below,  just a quick thank you in response to the congrats I had sent him on his induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 2002.

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Some years Harry and I would  write to each other only at Christmas time but I always looked forward to his cards.  When I got his card this year he wrote in there that he couldn’t believe how big my son was getting and how he’s turning into quite the young man.  I thought you know what I’m going to set that aside for my son to have one day.  As I looked at it today I’m glad I did.

Harry Kalas & John Kosich

Harry Kalas & John Kosich

The above picture was taken when I worked in Buffalo and the Phillies were playing in Toronto and we made arrangements to get together before a game, I wish I had done it more.

In 2007 when the Phillies came to Cleveland my bosses were going to let me take a break from hard news one night to do a profile piece with Harry on his Hall of Fame career.  Unfortunately the week the Phillies came there was breaking news, my piece with Harry was the casualty, we never got to do it and today I’m sad about that.

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There have been two professionals in this business who didn’t know me from Adam but took an interest in me and remained there with encouragement and support.  Harry Kalas was one ( Dave Roberts of WPVI was the other) and I never passed on the opportunity to let Harry know how thankful I was to him for that.

A few years back the phone rings at the house and my wife answers.  She hands me the phone and says “it’s for you…  it sounds like the voice of God.”  She was close, it was Harry.   He may have had God’s voice but now God has his.  We’re just thankful for the time he shared it with us.

This is the piece I did on Harry’s passing 4/13/2009 WEWS-TV Cleveland:

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