I’d argue that you could remove the “Cincinnati” from John Kiesewetter’s headline. Nobody else worked their magic in radio like Gary did.
I had the privilege of working with Gary for a couple of years back in the mid 90s. As a kid who always wanted to be on the air, and as a natural goofball, it was a dream come true. A three-hour comedy radio show? Sign me up!
Nobody was better than Gary at doing voices… I sat in the production studio in awe as Gary would switch between different characters, with totally different voices, in the blink of an eye. I learned more from him in a week than I did in all of my college comms classes.
I was only a minor moon in his orbit, at best a “fourth banana” among his crew, which included “Doc” Wolfe, “Nurse” Burns and “Dukie Sinatra.” But I got to write sketches for the show, do some character voices (Fabio, Snoop Dogg, Harry Carey, Tom Brokaw, etc.), serve as Gary’s editor in reviewing/editing the sketches submitted by his other writers, book interview guests, and put together the weekend “best of” show. And when Gary went on vacation, Duke and I got to fill in… the “Holiday Boys” as we called ourselves.
Doc Wolfe said it best in the Kiesewetter article: “Nobody in radio worked harder than Gary Burbank.” We would produce a ton of pre-recorded bits, as well as prep for the live segments.
“We did 30 minutes of recorded material a day, in addition to the live stuff we did on the air,” Wolfe says. “I’d start writing at 6 in the morning, and then we’d get into the studio at 10 and record and edit until he went on at 2 p.m.”
The exec who hired Gary at WLW-AM, Randy Michaels, has an encyclopedic knowledge of all things radio, and knew Gary was a singular talent:
“We loved Gary on the air, for good reasons. He was creative, talented, and he worked hard at his craft. That hard work made the end result sound effortless. There has never been anyone like him. I was in awe of his talent, and will miss him terribly,”
In addition to being a skilled impressionist of the names in the news (he could do Reagan, George Bush, Bill Clinton, Jerry Springer, and about a gazillion others), Gary had dozens of recurring characters who were far more than one-note gags.
I joined when the show was being syndicated. The fact that Gary’s characters were so richly drawn and performed actually worked against us. You had to spend some time with the show to understand the nuances of the characters. It’s a shame the show never really took off across the country, because Gary certainly had the talent to pull it off.
It’s funny: radio is nothing more than airwaves – here one second, gone the next. But through his hard work and talent, Gary created characters and bits that didn’t just tickle your funny bone — they burrowed into your brain forever.
Amen, Banker Bill!
John Kiesewetter’s article does a very nice job covering Gary’s life and career. Read the entire piece here.
According to Wikipedia, she’s “an American folk and country singer-songwriter from Hickman, Kentucky.”
I first saw her back in 2021, at a free concert in Hamilton, opening for Aaron Lee Tasjan (he’s cool too!). The show was supposed to be at an outdoor amphitheater, but it rained buckets so they moved it to a nearby street that was covered by a parking garage walkway roof. It was dingy, it was echo-y, and there were only a few hardy souls in attendance. It would’ve been easy for S.G. and her band to bemoan their fate and phone in their performance, but they still brought their A game.
S.G. may be “an American folk and country singer-songwriter” but after reading her latest Substack post (eloquently entitled “Chicken sh*t on a thousand acres”), I’d add “philosopher” and “life coach” to her bio. Here’s my favorite passage from it:
There is so much uncertainty right now, and I want to tell anyone who reads this that the future is built on seeds you plant right now. Hope is resilient, and even if that hope doesn’t bear fruit for years to come, one day you will be reaping the harvest of a long held dream and vision. In times of despair and trials, put some faith into the little seeds of hope you are planting. It may be years down the road before you see their potential, but if you care for them, they will produce.
That’s beautiful! And some much needed advice for these troubled and troubling times.
What seeds of hope are you planting today? (No overalls and tractor required.)
S.G. Goodman’s music is pretty darn cool too. Here’s her website and a stellar performance of a beautiful song is below.
Mrs. Dubbatrubba and I took a rather circuitous route to the D.C. area for our goddaughter’s wedding a couple of weeks ago. We spent nearly a week in Maine – mainly because we’d always wanted to visit “Vacationland” and August seemed like a good month to do it.
Maine was as advertised: absolutely gorgeous! We didn’t spend a ton of time indoors. Quite to the contrary, we walked and hiked all over the place: Portland, Freeport, Rockland, Rockport, Camden, Belfast, Stonington, Boothbay, and two days at Acadia National Park.
Oh, and we sailed on a schooner too, as one does in Maine.
It’s hard to name a favorite, but it’ll be tough to top the hike up the Beehive Trail at Acadia. For someone like me who has become more fearful of heights as I’ve gotten older, it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. Do a quick image search and you’ll see shots like these:
I was thisclose to chickening out (you can get to the summit via a less challenging path). But I didn’t want to let Mrs. Dubbatrubba down (as I have sooo many times before).
We hit the trail right after we saw the sunrise….
… and we had the place pretty much to ourselves, which meant no waiting, and less time to think about what I was doing.
So worth it, and I’m so glad I did it.
Another highlight was a hike outside of Camden. My wife asked a local (the schooner check-in kid) if there were places we could pick blueberries nearby, and he dropped a pin on the map for a nature preserve trail that started in the forest and ended in acres of blueberry bushes. What a treat – literally and figuratively.
Of course, all that hiking makes you thirsty, so we HAD to sample the wares of the local breweries.
It was our civic duty!
We put a beautiful bow on our Maine meanderings by meeting up with my cousin Tom and his wife Alena in Portland.
(Apologies for the horrible lighting. We’ll never be influencers with shots like that.)
The fresh air, the natural beauty, the ability to relax and unwind… 10 out of 10 across the board! Actually, make that 11!
Photo dump is below – click on any image to see it full size, and use the arrows to scroll through. I know you may be thinking that we just went to an Olan Mills photography studio and changed the backdrops, but we really were in Maine!
1 response to “Maine-ly outdoors”
Kelly
The Maine trip looks awesome! How about a picture of the fabulous wedding?!☺️
Every time I take a look at my Ride Cincinnati fundraising page, I start welling up with tears.
I get teary-eyed because I’m so very grateful to the folks who have supported me. I started out with a goal of $2,000. Which I billed as “lofty” because it was. But it turns out that great friends will rally around a good cause. And I’m blessed with a lot of great friends. My Xavier homies, of course. Co-workers. Former co-workers. People I’ve met along my life’s journey who have become close enough that I feel comfortable hitting them up for a donation. (Not my strong suit.)
Actually, one of my Xavier friends, Jackie B., shared my fundraising efforts with more of the XU crew (her besties, the “PYTs” – Pretty Young Things), and they’ve contributed too! She turned my bike wheels into a flywheel.
I’ve revised my goal a couple of times. Onward and upward. Because the funds raised will support cancer research, education, and care in the Cincinnati area.
Which brings us to the other reason I start to get misty-eyed. My friend LJ. One of my Xavier homies. I met him freshman year… 43 years ago. That’s a long time to share the road. But I can’t think of a better travel companion.
LJ has benefitted from the cancer resources available in our area. One of which is Cancer Care Advisors, which offers second opinions on cancer treatment plans, and can help with care coordination, referrals, clinical trials, financial support, etc.
In LJ’s case, they told him and his family that he was doing everything right to attack his brain cancer. That reassurance helps immensely.
But his cancer isn’t usually the kind you can out-pedal.
We don’t know what’s around the bend. And that’s scary.
But the connection — knowing that there are other spokes on the wheel — provides both comfort and strength. To him. To me. To us.
Just keep pedaling. One foot, then the other. Moving forward. Living life. Which is so much richer when you have a caring crew to support you.
If you’d like to donate, and have the means (and haven’t already!), you can do so here. Thanks for keeping the big wheel rolling!
Here’s why I like to describe Cincinnati as the world’s biggest small town.
Yesterday afternoon, I posted about the Cincinnati Magazine Freekbass story, and mentioned the great photos from Devyn Glista. Yesterday evening, in a pickleball league that has 400+ participants, I was assigned to a court with four other players, one of whom was… you guessed it… Devyn Glista.
The editor of Cincinnati Magazine is John Fox, whom I know from my 97X radio days, when he was the editor of the alt-weekly Everybody’s News, and we’d feature him and other staffers on-air each week, highlighting things to do around town.
Each month’s issue of Cincinnati Magazine has a column called “Dr. Know,” penned by Jay Gilbert – I interned for his radio production company when I was at Xavier.
The cover story about great sandwiches features an ode to Izzy’s, written by J. Kevin Wolfe. Who went by “Doc Wolfe” when we worked together on Gary Burbank’s show on WLW-AM.
The other story called out on the cover is by Cedric Rose, a librarian and collector at the Mercantile Library. I met Cedric when I started hanging out at the Merc during my lunch hours (it’s such a magical place). Oh, and he lives about three blocks away from us in Mt. Washington.
The food stylist for the sandwich (photo) spreads? That’s Allison Hamilton, ex-wife of a photographer that I worked with during my Landor agency days.
I could go on, but I’ll stop right there. I didn’t grow up in Cincinnati, and the town has a rep for being rather provincial. (“Where did you go to school?” is a popular question, and it’s about high school, not college.) Yet I’ve made so many connections in my time here. You just have to be open to possibilities.
Kevin Sullivan on Life advice from a man who lived it: “A good one Damian. Bring our lens into focus after the long weekend or our long life journey.” Jul 7, 09:38
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