Former WABC drive time disk jockey Dan Ingram passed away a few days ago. Dan was the epitome of Top 40 jocks. He and his engineer ran a mercilessly tight board and Dan's talk ups were blisteringly funny. When I was listening as a kid I really didn't appreciate how funny he was, but after WABC changed formats and Dan went to WCBS-FM when I was an adult it was dangerous for me to listen in the car, because his talk ups would leave me in stitches. You can hear airchecks of him on the Musicradio 77 WABC tribute site.
This poem that first appeared in Mas Tequila Review is about what happened on the way home from a class trip. I dedicate it to Dan would have been on the air when we sang in unison: Joy to the World Dear Mr. Bus Driver, I am so sorry it has taken more than forty years To apologize on behalf of the 60-something Sixth graders, teachers and chaperones Who surely shaved years off your life While you drove us to and from someplace I've long ago forgotten For a field trip memorable only For the following moments Shared on your bus In the spring of ’71. We had transistor radios enough To fill your bus with the sounds Of WABC, the biggest, brashest Top Forty Station In the biggest, brashest city In the nation Which would play its number one song, At least once very half hour, Sometimes more if the song was huge, Which this one was– In the midst of Seven whopping weeks atop The almighty Music Power survey, Sandwiched between Another two weeks At number two! So every twenty-some minutes Between Ike and Tina, the Temptations And the Partridge Family Those organ chords, Wrenched the attention Of every sixth grader, teacher and chaperone From whatever we were doing To on cue Scream: JEREMIAH WAS A BULLFROG!
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