Thursday, November 30, 2006

NO RSVP REQUIRED (Shirt, shoes optional)


First Friday: Last Chance to view 35 YEARS/35 ARTISTS

LAST FIRST FRIDAY OF 2006:
Enjoy Alwun House's art and warmth, around our stoked pot-bellied parlor stove, complimentary hot seasonal beverages, fire-pots. Imbibe the Hot Hot jazz by the Tom CLOHESSY Trio! FREE 7- 10pm.

Current Exhibit celebrates 35 years with 35 Artists. Artists who've exhibited at Alwun House through the decades: artists now exhibiting around the world; art that merges old with the new.


NEXT
Opening 7pm Friday, December 8, Art Awakenings Benefit serves therapy programs to individuals in need of an creative artistic expressions. Featuring fine arts and crafts for sale - give as you receive this gifting season.

Speaking of witch...

Here's a letter I wrote to the Arizona Republic after they published yet another article about the Dixie Chicks. The article described how the DC's show at a local arena failed to sell out, and how their career was suffering because of their traitorous comments about G.W. Bush. I was going to write a response pointing out that Bruce Springsteen played at the same arena in June, and also failed to sell out (in fact the place was half full at best), and that he too has been politically outspoken, yet nobody is burning his CDs or blaming sparse attendence at his shows on his activism. But that approach didn't seem like enough, so I wrote the following instead, and it was published as a "Letter to the Editor" on November 27th.

Years ago, I did a research paper on the Salem witch trials of 1692. There are many different opinions about how and why so many people were accused of witchcraft in early Puritan culture, but certain patterns stood out. Women were much more likely to be accused of witchcraft than men, and certain types of women were disproportionately singled out as witches. These were women who violated the norms of a society that expected them to be subservient and docile: women who freely expressed unpopular beliefs or opinions, who refused to obey the commands of their male counterparts, and who were financially independent of their husbands or other male relatives. In other words, the women most likely to be labeled, persecuted, and executed as witches tended to be those who represented a threat to the well-established, male-dominated political, social, and economic standards of the day.

So: why are the Dixie Chicks still being pilloried in the press (Arizona Republic, 11/18/06) over a comment one of them made three years ago, while male entertainers such as Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, and (yes,really) Merle Haggard have all publicly criticized President Bush and the war in Iraq with no such consequences? And will you please explain to me why so many (male) right-wing pundits and bloggers get apoplectic at the mere thought of Barbara Streisand and Hillary Clinton? It can't be for their ideas and beliefs, because no male entertainers or politicians who express them draw that sort of blind rage. Apparently, old habits die hard, even in 21st-century America.

Tom Wright
Tempe, AZ

OFF-TOPIC: Spice; The Phinal Frumteer


PICTURE: From a newspaper article about a museum in South America where this skull is under 24-hour armed guard. Story has it that the skull was part of a shipment of mummies from Egypt in the 1930's and was discovered just decades ago.


You will remember - or maybe not -
months ago when NASA was bragging about sending a satellite with optics strong enough to read a license plate, to Mars. October at the latest. October. Seemas as if it were only yesterday.........

Norman Brydon who writes under the pen name of Storm - nicknamed "Stormin' Norman" in the writing community - has devoted the last several years of his life to writing and reporting on space events of all kinds, particulaly scrutinizing images from Mars. It is no secret that NASA can take a picture of a refrigerator on Mars and call it a Photographic Anomaly.

But what happened to October?

Click the headline.
Ronco

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

The music is our special friend....

Been away for awhile....
schoolin... and fixin computers [mine]... funny how 'the shoemakers kids have no shoes.....' and ' you want something done ask a busy man'??? I'm just sayin..... many connections appear in a rythmic syncronisity and the music ties them togather or vicea versea.... so i offer these verse's as they evolved to the point of vue of the wizzard in me and you.... in the mode of Voodoo Child.


'When mother earth is cryin... and theres poison all around
and people feel like dying... just to find peace under ground
better stop.... whats goin down
save your tears and the ones you love
can they still be found....
When the sun is vailed in scarlet... and it burns your eyes to see
your dreams just like your freedom... only faded memories
you better stop.... 'Oh Say Can You See'
walk away while you got the chance or you...
never will be free.
When 2% have power... and the rest are lead around....
and people have to suffer... all the shit thats handed down
and never stop.... shit still goes round
learn and keep your waders on....
till the handles found
Am i still just dreaming.... tears and laughter filled my eyes
my joy and pain.... birth and death.... music in the skyes
and was born..... in the night
on earth as it is in heaven....
for you as it is for me...
When your past is far behind you.... and your futures gone away.
No one seems to hear you... and your on your knees to pray
whos gonna stop.... who's gonna say...
show your love so were sure to find ya....
before you fade away....
thous the wizzard spoke as he turned away...
to love and tend his other half... his mother half,
his burned and pilaged woman
to see whats due... for me and you...
and her and every other.
From the BoZone
bruce frank, mark rinard


PS... From the ORMS fourm...
LOL! It's there....we ARE music....how can music not recognize its own self? That's the question to ask! :)
So yes, just as there are different levels of musical talent, I'm inclined to believe there must also be different levels of audio "awareness". One of my most favorite quotes was stated by Buddha, (and no I'm not a Buddhist)...."The moment in which the wave becomes enlightened is the moment in which it realizes it is part of the ocean." One could say that the moment one "hears" the music within the music, is the moment in which they realize they ARE music! Deep thoughts....LOL!
~ Erin

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Newly Discovered KCAC Tape!

I posted this previously, but I think it got lost in the shuffle with all the posts regarding Dwight's illness, passing, and memorial service. So, here is some good news:

Thanks to Patrick Lange, we now have a "new" (previously uncirculated) tape of Bill Compton on the air at KCAC on November 14, 1970. It's an hour long and it includes music ranging from Judy Collins to the Mothers of Invention, along with several live-in-the-studio songs from Michael Collins. There are also some vintage commercials, one of which has Marty doing a remote broadcast from a clothing store and engaging in some pretty funny back-and-forth banter with Bill in the studio. I've already converted the tape to CD but will pass it along soon to Andy Olson, who may be able to get a better transfer. This will be a terrific addition to the growing KCAC/KDKB archive. Thank you, Patrick; and the rest of you, keep digging through those closets, attics, and garages - I know there's more out there!

Tom

PS - I'm also still trying to track down the lost "Profile" TV shows that Bill Compton hosted on KAET here in 1974. Ken Beals has determined that KAET does not have copies in their own archive, but I'm pursuing a couple of other leads. If anybody has any clues about the existence and location of these videotapes, or if you know anybody who worked at KAET in the mid-1970s, please let me know!!!

Friday, November 24, 2006

WHEN ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE - PRIMITIVE GETS IT


OK.. They drop the bomb(s) and you are 89 miles out in the desert. No radio. No FM no AM. Totally out of communication. There are 40 AM radio stations on the air broadcasting emergency information. Got a cheap IPOD earphone?

Make your own AM radio. No batteries. No transistors. Ask Gret-Grand-dad. Oh, tjat's right, you can't.

Click the headline.
Use The Force, Luke.

1955-1960 R&R HITS JUKEBOX


A website has been set up, streaming OLD O-L-D R&R hits for those of you that remember gasoline when it was 19 cents per gallon AND when cigarettes were 19 cents per pack and when bread was 19 cents per loaf and when QUARTERS were made of real silver and RANG when you flipped them in the air for heads or tails.

Remember? Hmmmmmmmm. You must have been pre-orgasm at the time.

At any rate The Briarcliff Manor High School Class of 1960 Reunion Juke Box is online and contains over 400 of the hits that helped your mamma and daddy make YOU possible in the back of that 1949 Chevy.

THE VERY FIRST SONG is "Honky-Tonk" by Bill Doggett!!!! Not just PART 1 but also the flip, PART 2!!!!!! THAT is the real test of authenticity! Try the same test on "What'd I Say" by Ray Charles.

This is not your father's Oldsmobile.
The streams are not CD quality BUT THERE WERE NO CD'S when you were in the sperm/egg category of evolution.

My only beef is that you can't stack a playlist like on a real jukebox but then, you don't have to spend a whole quarter for three songs, either.

Ronco

CLICK THE HEADLINE to remember what you may have heard in the womb.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Danny Zelisko's radio tribute to Dwight

Danny Zelisko has provided a copy of his entire radio tribute to Dwight Tindle from last Sunday and we've got it here for your listening enjoyment, courtesy Krazy Dog Krazy Boy radio.
Open the playlist in a new window here.
You can also stream the whole show to your usual MP3 player, or download the show.

GOBBLE, GOBBLE

We have been so busy on the BLOG that we failed to mention or even notice that we have whizzed by 15,000 and 16,000 clicks and are well on our way to 17,000 - not that it matters that much. Our peak readership - ACTUAL readership, has been about 75 persons per day, lingering on the page for as much as 7 minutes.

Not bad for a blog that was begun to keep email boxes from plugging up, eh?

THEREFORE AND TO WIT - We settlers of this new land America, do declare tommorrow Thursday - November 23, 2006 AD as a day of Feasting and Thanksgiving and that this Third Thursday in November shall be so celebrated, forevermore.

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone.


Tuesday, November 21, 2006

****THE LIST**** 11/21/2006

To tune your computer to Radio Free Phoenix, click the headline above and OPEN the stream file when presented with options. Dial-up streams will be in mono on both channels.

"We are not gathered here to find a purpose - The Purpose has found us and gathered us together here."

"NEW FEATURE! Click here to email your party invitation or other communications to everyone on "The List" at the same time!"

~
Adams, Lynne
Alves, Jack
Apicella, John
Arizona Music Hall Of Fame
Arnold, Linda
Bailey, Jim
Baldwin, Mike
Baldwin, Russ
Beals,Ken
Bowen, Ray
Bell, Bob Boze
Bennett, Fran
Bentley, Connie
Bethancourt, Joe
Botkin, Jim
Boyle, Liz
Bradychocks, Julie
Cahal, John (Rebirth) (private - contact vagabondvet)
Carroll, Todd
Carter, Marsha
Carver, Sue
Clark, Doug
Collins, Michael
Compton, Bill (Deceased)
Compton-Glenn, Carole
Cookenboo, Hank (Deceased)
Covington, Dan
Crazy (Jan Isbell)(Deceased)
Curry. Robert S.
Curtis, Mike
Davis, Marc (Terros)
DeGray, Helen
Deerhake, David
Dickinson, Ted
Dixon, John (Johnny D)
Drake George F. (Springfield, Mass?)
Dunn, Bob
Emery, Vince
English, Alton
English, Jerry "Magic"
Fenimore, David
Flannigan, Julie
Fleming, Mariah
Frank, Bruce (Rebirth)
Frank, Raman (Rebirth)
Frank, Gregg (Rebirth - Contact Bruce Frank)
Friedman, Barry
Frieflander, Karen
Galindo, Alicia
Gant, Pegi {Cookenboo}
Garneau, Joe (Rebirth) (Deceased)
Garneau, Larry (Rebirth) (Deceased)
Garneau, Michelle (Rebirth) (private - contact vagabondvet)
Gately, Bill (Deceased)
Gately, Bob
Geist, Barry (Rebirth)
Goodman, Mike
Grieger, Kathy (Rebirth)
Harris, Ron (Eric) 'Pappa'
Harris, Sue Fenner
Harshberger, Dan
Herbert, Kimmer
Holmes, Chuck
Hoyle, Rich
Johnson, Don
Johnson, June
Johnson, Mike (Rebirth)
Jones, Scott
Kerr, Jon
Kinsey, Gary "Toad Hall" (Deceased)
Kinsey, Filipa
Kitchell, Nancy
Kollassa, Mike
Koors, Tim
Kothrade, Michael (Rebirth)
Lange, Patrick
Lederman, Cindy
Lehr, Bob
Magahern, Jimmy
Manning, Marty
Martin, Peter
McBroom, Dennis
McCarty, Chris
McCarty, Steve
Meighan, Bob
Mell, Ed
Migdoll, Susan
Moody, Kim (Alwun House)
Morrison, Barbara
Murray, Jim
Nadworney, Nina "Nina Joy"
Niccolson, Scott
Norton, Virginia
Nussbaum,Belle "Belle Starr"
Nykanan, Mark
Olson, Andy
Olson, Hans
P.J.
Paceley, Ken
Page, Daniel "vagabondvet" (Rebirth)
Peterson, Linda (Rebirth)
Peterson, Marsha
Porter, Sharon Elaine
Powell, Lee
Price, Bill
Pyle, Slagge T.
Radina, Kathy
Rameesh
Robb, Gary (Deceased)
Robertson, John (Crazy John)
Robinson, Duane (Rebirth)
Rogers, Bob
Rogers, Rich
Roland. Ed
Schneider, Sue
Shaw, Russell "Wonderful Russ"
Slagle, Bonnie
Smith, Doug
Smith, Erica
Soderquist, George (Deceased)
Soderquist, Skio
Stratton, Ted
Sussman, Terri (V.P. AMEHOF)
Sweet, Cheryl
Thomson, Betty
Thomson, Ray
Thompson, Linda
Thrift, Bill (Terros)
Tindle, Dwight(Deceased)
Usry, Kent
Vascocu, Tommy
Wakefield, Ken
Wales, Lissa (Deceased)
Webb, Kevin "Do It Now" (Deceased)
Whitener, Kasey
Wortham, Ron
Wright, Tom
Zelisko, Dan

Please leave a comment to this post to have information added, updated, edited or deleted. Clicking hyperlinked (underlined) names will launch an email to that person.
Have a great day!

If you are an anonymous poster or reader and would like to be added to The List, please drop a line to freespeak@gmail.com or anyone contributing to KCAC Lives! to be added. The List has become a reference point for memories and emails to old friends. It also has become kind of a Social Register and will be something of a reference list for reunions and such in the future. Not only that, SOMEONE - maybe someone special from the old days, MAY be trying to find YOU.

So... let us know who you are, where your memories or interests tie in and what your email address is. Get on the bus. We don't know where its going and it may NEVER leave but the music is great and the people are fun!


*****Deleted for security purposes****** (An explanation)

Some of the entries below contained personal addresses and phone numbers essential to communications regarding Dwight's memorial service. Now that it has passed, it has been observed that unfortunately, there are those in our society that prey upon the bereaved.

Please be aware that WE are aware.

To that end, addresses and phones have been deleted from the entries below. If you have questions, please refer to The List for email addresses.

Thanks.

Dwight Tindle Memorial Service, Nov 19, 2006

I've promised to post the full text of the above. To everyone who e-mailed me and sent messages to to our blog, remember: the words are all yours; and it was such an honor to have a part in putting this together.

Thanks to Julia Flanagan for her kindhearted contribution to both Dwight's Life Sketch and to my personal sanity (!) while I was trying to write it! Marty, of course, brought the words to life and threw in some wonderful comments of his own, which added the spontaneity that made it riveting.

To borrow a quote from Marty, Dwight must have been thinking "I have one word for you; EDIT!" Well, Dwight, your life was so full of wonder, to do that was next to impossible. Our hearts were filled with wonder and laughter upon hearing these things about you. So keep your door unlocked! We'll all be headng up that steep incline to stay at your new house sooner or later.

DWIGHT TINDLE MEMORIAL SERVICE NOV 19, 2006
Read by
Marty Manning

'The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.’ Carl Jung (1875 - 1961)

In reading messages from his friends, it's clear that Dwight brought people together and transformed lives. According to Dwight, “Freeform radio is like weaving a tapestry. You start with a song, it transitions into another song and then another until ultimately you look back and you’ve woven a beautiful tapestry”. Dwight could certainly weave a musical tapestry but his finest works of art resulted when he wove human tapestries.

He was a master at bringing people together. His heart, soul, friendship, talent, creativity, humor, and love were interwoven into all of our lives. Dwight’s mother Nancy said “the light that burns twice as brightly, burns half as long, and Dwight burned so very, very brightly.” Light is defined as “a natural agent that stimulates sight, and makes things visible.”

The stories of Dwight’s life reveal what one man’s life made visible to others. Stitched together by a common thread, they tell us of a man whose love was selfless. A man for whom love was not cluttered by the intrusion of ego. This is borne out by the fact that all of us here today feel like Dwight was a friend, whether we knew him personally or not. That is a gift few people have the opportunity to give others. It is a gift that will live on long after these wonderful memories start to dim.

So how does one choose from these dozens of astonishingly heartfelt memories? For Dwight, which ones would be most important among them? Well, clearly they are all equally important because they each reflect Dwight’s heart. And at the heart of everything said about Dwight is his selflessness, in tribute to that too rare quality; the author of each anecdote will remain anonymous.

The true content of a person’s soul is seen through the eyes of his friends. And Dwight knows who his friends are.

“I have never known a person of such enormous enthusiasm. At the end of sixth grade, Mr. Davenport predicted that Dwight would find his niche “riding an elephant at the head of a circus parade.” Dwight often heard notes not immediately accessible to the rest of us and he always wanted to share.”

“I don't know why, but I always thought of Dwight as a kid even though he was only 4 years younger than me. Maybe it was because of his legendary status as "the kid" who started KDKB at age 21. More likely it was because of his eternal sense of wonder. The phrase that I keep hearing in my head is Dwight saying ‘Isn't that AMAZING?!! The world remained a place of wonder to Dwight for all his 56 years. He had a lot of ups and downs, but I think he always chose to focus on the ups. And that wonder was contagious…

…Dwight loved music, we all know that. But the thing about his love for the music was that it was so strong, it made you want to listen to whatever he was listening to! I'm making a list in my mind of musicians that I recall Dwight crowing about at one time or another, and that will be my tribute to him…listening, and smiling, and remembering a guy who just wanted us to enjoy everything as much as he did.”

Many memories come to life here, but one that most people seemed to have in common involves Dwight’s home on Camelback Mountain:

“Many people who knew Dwight in the 1970’s immediately think about the Red Rock House. The house was a reflection of Dwight himself. The steep curvaceous and somewhat treacherous incline up the mountain was very much like Dwight’s path to recognition for the opportunity he provided to the diversely talented employees at KDKB and KSML…

…The surprising and daunting rapid decline on the way to his front door mirrored the astonishing and overwhelming delights he enthusiastically provided. At the entrance of any other home, an immense, heavy, solid front door would appear unyielding; but it was the same as Dwight himself: warm, open and welcoming…

…What appeared to be a precariously perched timber and stone structure was in fact deeply rooted and intricately engineered. It replicated Dwight’s devotion to his friends and family as well as his immensely complex, vast intelligence. The intensely spectacularly setting and rising sunsets were in reality only shallow echoes of the vicarious joy that emanated from Dwight. His homes were open; visible and bountiful havens of compassionate, endless generosity…

…Dwight gave, day and night, breakfast and dinner, and party after party. His handsome and comfortable beds, couches, and floors were available to all in need, as was Dwight’s gracious generous nature. His homes were elegantly decorated with taste, whimsy, and comfort that was resonant of Dwight’s immeasurable talent, intellect, heart and soul…”

“I met Dwight at the beginning of KDKB. Although I did not know him as a friend, he was nevertheless an important character in the lives of Hank Cookenboo, Bill Compton and the rest of the outstanding human beings who comprised KDKB and the earlier KCAC family. Someone said earlier that he was a visionary. I believe he was and I know his legacy will be in the lives he touched and changed.”

“His heart and his homes were open to all.”

“Back in the early 70's I was a young San Francisco critic for England's Melody Maker newspaper and the Berkeley Daily Gazette. I was also doing radio on Pacifica's KPFA and Cal Berkeley's KALX. I fancied myself as a sort of young and up-and-coming guy. In reality, I was just some dumb little kid, trying to get into the radio business. I had no idea who the heavyweights of creative radio really were until I met Dwight. Dwight being a visionary, he had the smarts, and the guts to hire a gang of radio outlaws to handle the programming for his radio stations KDKB and KSML. Many people followed Dwight’s vision wherever it took him, and Dwight either saw something in me that no one else did or he was desperate for an overnight guy to work for $100 a week…either way Dwight gave me my first paying job in radio, a move that would change my life, shape my future, and chart my course to this very day. ‘Grateful’ doesn't begin explain my feelings. He gave me an opportunity that rewarded me with a surprisingly profitable career, hundreds of stories to tell and many unforgettable friends who will stand the tests of time…

…I last saw Dwight at a friend’s wedding-day-that-never-happened a couple of years ago. Our friend’s fiancĂ© bailed just days before the wedding...but that didn't stop friends from everywhere to come-a-runnin. And Dwight was there like he was there for all of his friends. Like he was there for me. Radio was never...and will never be the same without Dwight.”

“I always enjoyed the times we spent together over the years: the parties up on Camelback Mountain and then later the parties at your home at Lake Tahoe; then even later, the parties at the house up on Camelback Mountain. In the past few years I’ve enjoyed our conversations on the phone and over lunch. I suppose the conversation I will remember the most is the one we had last week – when we laughed together about you getting cancer to copy Danny and me. I’m so sorry that I didn’t get a chance to come and say goodbye. I really did think that you were going to turn this around and be back to your old self in short order. I was wrong. Dwight Tindle, you lived a life in your first 30 years that that most people on this planet would envy. I know it got kind of rough for you near the end but you handled it well. I will look forward to seeing you again, my friend.”

“I loved Dwight. He was always a great, kind person to me. I remember the parties at his house on Camelback. The 4th of July; New Years Eve. What a VIEW! KDKB changed my life. It made me able to play music in this town because of the local airplay and interviews I did on KDKB. Dwight built a great thing there. I will miss him very much.”

“There’s no question about it: Dwight played a pivotal role in my life, and the fact that it was a "behind the scenes" role does not change that fact one bit. We only met a few times over the last 35 years, but it seems like our lives ran on parallel tracks, going on the same journey in the same direction at the same time, and every once in a while our tracks would cross….

…I was not involved in the radio business, and I was not really a member of the KDKB family, but I was an avid listener; and I knew that if I wanted to request a particular record, no matter how offbeat or obscure, all I had to do was call Dwight and he would play it for me. Once he even let me come down to the station, showed me around, and loaned me some rare albums so I could tape them in their entirety. Can you imagine any radio station doing that today?”

“Dwight was a wonderfully modest, casual on-air personality, and he delighted in the studio visits by local musicians such as Hans Olson and Early Peas. I still have tapes of some of those shows, where he really let the local talent shine. In a way, that was his role at the station: he made it possible for everyone else to do their best work…think of the legendary team of on-air personalities during the heyday of KDKB: Bill Compton, Marty Manning, Toad Hall, Hank Cookenboo, Nina Joy, Scott Niccolson, and many others. Think of KDKB’s Peabody Award-winning news team, and all the social outreach and community service projects that the station initiated or contributed to. Think of a radio station that broke all the rules and succeeded brilliantly, against all odds, here in Goldwater country during a time of great national tensions and strife…

…Dwight was the behind-the-scenes guy who assembled the team, approved the projects, provided direction and encouragement and support, and never seemed worried about who got the credit. In later years, he never lost his enthusiasm for the music, and his "Radio Free Phoenix" broadcasts with Danny Zelisko in the late 1990s were the best radio anybody had heard in this town since KDKB was in its prime. Thank you, Dwight, for all of your hard work, your good will, your sense of fun, your commitment to your community, and for reaching out and touching so many peoples' lives, even those of us who rarely had the chance to thank you in person.”

“My wife and I moved to Lake Tahoe from Cape Cod after a four month odyssey across the US. I had worked in radio as a broadcast journalist in the New York metro market and was used to very structured radio. When we got settled, I heard of this 'experimental' radio station in Tahoe and became a loyal listener to KSML, 'The Radio Voice of The Secret Mountain Laboratory'…

…We first met Dwight when he retained us to design a new station logo for KSML. Our business was in its infancy, and the station was one of our first clients. Dwight was like no other station owner I had met. Then again, KSML was no run-of-the-mill FM station! The control console was made of carved wood, as was the DJ's throne. The console had an ignition key that literally 'started' the station! I knew I had found my fantasy station….

…It was through Dwight that I met many of the friends I hold dearest. Todd, David Fenimore, Tom McKoy, (the late) Baba O'Lear, John Appicella and so many others. The parties at Dwight's home in Talmont, way up high overlooking Lake Tahoe, were always an adventure, and I never ceased to be amazed by his vision and imagination. My studio walls are adorned with the original artwork for the station with cartoon caricatures of the Tahoe family. Now the visionary who touched so many is preparing to go off the air. But the 're-runs' of Dwight Tindle's life will air forever in our memories. Thanks Dwight for nurturing our creativity and allowing us to be free and crazy on the radio.”

“I'm fortunate to have had one last conversation with an old friend last week. Of the many very descriptive memories that flood my mind are his tales of Woodstock, his room at Kenyon, visiting him in Cincinnati, in Arizona, hanging out in that amazing house on Camelback, talking to him from Tucson and him repeatedly asking me, "How do I sound?"- that fringe leather jacket he wore, and the night he got the puppy who threw up all over the new white rug in Dwight’s house…

…I remember Dwight’s passion for philosophy, as well as getting the worst heartburn of my life after we drank an entire gallon of fresh orange juice and ate an entire box of Dunkin' Donuts together in Phoenix. Dwight. I'll always remember your unbridled enthusiasm, passion, and infectious "hic-cup" laugh. You never did anything halfway. You were always full throttle ahead. You will be sorely missed. Here's to everyone who knew you living life to the fullest.”

“Up until three years ago, I had never even met Dwight. But after writing an article in which I had the fun opportunity to interview him, he e-mailed me a nice thank-you note that concluded with the salutation, 'Your friend, Dwight Tindle.' It felt great to be called a friend of a man who contributed so much to my youth here in Phoenix through the radio station he founded. I suspect he's always made friends this easily, but that salutation really stuck with me. Do one good turn for this guy - one little thing that's not even entirely selfless (I did get paid for the article, after all!) and that's good enough to make him your friend. That's a rare quality.”

“This email from Dwight sums up him for me. It’s about the Steely Dan concert (my first!) we saw together in 1996: He said: “Hey! What a great show! Hearing all those great old tunes Michael McDonald did and the intricate guitar work of Walter and Jon Herington, it was astounding! And they seemed to be enjoying themselves too! Makes you realize that they just aren't writing songs like that anymore! (do I sound like an old fogey or what?) Loved it when Jon pulled out the Gibson. He really got around that guitar. Thanks so much for saving me a ticket. I don't get out much anymore (old and decrepit) but I noticed everyone there was old and decrepit too. What a bunch of geezers we are!! had a fantastic time. Thank you. Love ya, Dwight”

“About ten years ago I knocked on Dwight's door on Flower Street in response to a card he filled out while attending a series of Bible presentations at the Camelback Adventist Church. He had to leave town and missed a few meetings, so I decided to drop off some material for him to read. When he opened the door and welcomed me in I knew I was going to experience a new friendship that would enrich my life…

…His questions were sincere and reflected an unusual depth of thought. He told me he was on a search for deeper meaning to life. His openness in disclosing his inner self was equaled by his openness to what the Bible offered him. Then came the day when Dwight's sparkling eyes danced with joy as he said, "Please won't you baptize me! I want to follow Jesus all the way!" When I lifted him out of the water he beamed with an assurance and hope that never left him, even when he was going through tough times…

…At one such period in his life, when it seemed he had nowhere to turn for a solution, he said to me, "In times like these one has to just hold on, drop your head, and move on one step at a time." Often our conversations would end in us both having teary eyes just from expressing our love for God and how He led us to meet each other and to share joy with each other. I felt closer to Dwight than to a brother. I shall miss him terribly. But I am comforted by something he said to me on the phone from his hospital bed. "I'm ready to go. And the next thing I'll see is the face of my wonderful Jesus." And then, with tears in our eyes and voices we said, "I love you," to each other. By God's amazing grace I know we will meet again.”

“I have two memories twenty years apart. In 1973 a friend and I went down to KDKB one day (at the old brick building on Country Club in Mesa). No real purpose, and we didn't actually know anybody there; it just seemed like a cool place and we wanted to see it for ourselves. Dwight let us in, showed us around, chatted with us as he played records, and even let me borrow a couple of rare albums so I that could tape them myself!!...

…In 2003 I had copied a bunch of my old KCAC/KDKB air checks to CD, and I asked Dwight if he'd like to have copies. A few days later we got together at Restaurant Mexico in Tempe and had a great time talking about radio and music and life in general. I asked him if he remembered the incident from 1973, and he just chuckled and said that lots of people dropped by the station in those days, unannounced and uninvited, but that they were always welcomed as friends. That pretty much sums up the man as I knew him: totally in love with music and always ready to make new friends.”

“All of us to some extent and some more than others, benefited immensely from Dwight's generosity and vision. Dwight sometimes felt like an uncle to me, and I'm where I am because of where he was, what he did and who he is. I'm not sure I ever told him how much I appreciated the start in life he gave me. Thanks, old buddy. Sleep well.”

“I flew Dwight up to Alaska back in spring of 2002 and took him along on a fiber-optic routing survey through Alaska, the Yukon and Northern British Columbia. We visited White Horse, Skagway, Inuvik, Valdez, Dawson City and dozens of other remote towns and villages along the route, most of which are steeped in the history of the "Klondike & Yukon Gold Rushes". He got to see and experience things that many lifelong Alaskans have never experienced or seen. When we were at the ‘Top of the World Highway’ I caught Dwight crying in the car, "Its so beautiful!!!!"

“Dwight helped start a revolution, the evolution of which is still very much part of the lives of those of us who were there when the original KDKB was broadcasting.”

In Dwight’s radio bio titled “Birth Pangs” he wrote: ‘Two weeks before signing on as KDKB we prepared a tape loop recording that featured the sound of waves breaking on the shore, with seagulls and the whole nine yards. Every seven minutes or so a voice would remind the listener they were listening to the soothing sounds of KDKB. We explained that we wanted to bring the sounds of the seashore to the desert. At noon Monday August 23, 1971, the day appointed for us to unveil the new station in all of its glory, I shut the door to the studio and placed “On the Way Home” on the turntable, said a little prayer and turned off the ocean sounds. The Buffalo Springfield sang ‘when the dream came true I held my breath with my eyes closed. KDKB was born. And I was the luckiest person on the face of the Earth!”Eric and I set

“Today is the day for Dwight's friends and loved ones to come together in celebration with Dwight one last time. After Dwight’s memorial service, tonight there will be a two-hour radio tribute to Dwight at 11pm on KDKB 93.3 FM Radio. We can 'come together' from anywhere knowing we’re once again listening to KDKB on our radios like we did back when it all started. I have no doubt that Dwight, Bill and his gang of radio outlaws will be simulcasting the broadcast. We’ll be sending KDKB’s waves into the air, back out to Dwight. It’s a fitting tribute given the way KDKB started. So let’s light a few candles, sit back and together listen to the waves once again.”

“Dwight was a true visionary and pioneer with a heart of gold. His dream and his will changed the shape of radio in Arizona forever. Dwight was inducted by a special vote into the Arizona Music and Entertainment Hall of Fame on Wednesday, setting a precedent for the Hall of Fame. Our Advisory Board voted to do this because Dwight was such an extraordinary man and an inspiration to us all.”

“We can be grateful that Dwight did not suffer a prolonged battle, though it is harder to grasp because his death was so sudden. The breadth of Dwight's magnetism and generosity astounds me. Even in death, Dwight seems is bringing people together.”

“In the room when Dwight was dying, there was a harpist. She asked Nancy what song Dwight really loved and Nancy said “Let It Be.” The harpist started to play the song, and when it got to the part that went “whisper words of wisdom, ‘let it be’.” Dwight drew his last breath.”

“I am so, so incredibly sad. Pain is not a strong enough term. The angels called to me in my sleep and told me a mistake was made and they were sending him back, because he didn't like the welcome music at the gates of heaven!”

“God bless you Dwight. Perhaps we rise up on prayers, as birds on wings or as drifting smoke or vapors. Perhaps we really are such things or something we cannot even see. We emerge like chicks from eggs and for a time bewildered and confused… another side to the Other Side. A gathering place for those who are born again.”

“The last thing Dwight said to me was: "It would be great to see you again, but until then it's nice to hear your voice. It was nice to hear his too. Especially since it was the one that gave so many others the ability to speak and sing to an entire generation of radio listeners. Everyone has special times in his or her lives but not everyone gets to experience true magic. Dwight made that a reality for many. It takes a very special person to do that. One with an abundance of: vision, spirit, heart and light. Qualities Dwight was kind enough to bring a lot of with him when he arrived and leave us all with a little bit more of when he left. Thank you all for coming. Today and always may every good blessing be yours.”

Monday, November 20, 2006

Dwight's memorial service

For those of you unable to attend, Dwight's service on Sunday was extraordinary. The church was beautiful, with one entire wall consisting of a massive window looking out onto the slopes of nearby Camelback Mountain. The room was flooded with sunlight, creating a cheerful, open atmosphere that was perfectly in tune with Dwight's personality. Marty Manning, Danny Zelisko, and many others paid tribute to Dwight's generosity, sense of humor, and zest for life. There were some amazing musical performances: Mark Myers and Ken Skaggs sang "Ripple" (Mark joked that it was probably more appropriate for a church setting than Dwight's other favorite Grateful Dead song, "Friend of the Devil"); Mariah Fleming's heartfelt "Amazing Grace;" two beautiful renditions of "Let It Be" (as a harp instrumental and a vocal solo); and old-fashioned hymns (solo and chorale) by Dwight's fellow church members. Ken Beals provided a wonderful video tribute with filmed interviews and audio clips, and Dwight's mother, Nancy O'Reilly, was presented with a plaque inducting Dwight into the Arizona Musicians & Entertainers Hall of Fame. Afterwards, there was food and conversation and music in the social hall next to the church, and after that a bunch of us gathered at the Alwun House till late in the evening. At 11:00 KDKB turned over the airwaves to Danny Zelisko, who remembered Dwight in his own words, took calls from Marty and Wonderful Russ and Johnny D, and played some of Dwight's favorite music: Dylan, Zappa, Little Feat, the Dead, the Move, Procol Harum, Tom Rush, and on and on and on. Ken Beals filmed the whole service, and I recorded Danny's radio tribute off the air, so maybe we can find ways to get this out to the folks who couldn't be here on this remarkable day.

I imagine that the blog won't show many postings for a few days; Mariah and all the others who worked so hard on the ceremony need some time to rest and recuperate. Let's remember Dwight at Thanksgiving, and get the blog rolling again next week.

Tom

Sunday, November 19, 2006

A collage for Dwight.


From the Tom Wright Collection - in response to a special request from Ron (see Ron's post below) - a collage for Dwight:“Sweet Thing/And It Stoned Me/Astral Weeks/Into The Mystic,” as played by Bill Compton. Thanks for the album cover, Ron.








I’m reminded of something the stage announcer at the Big Surf concert of the Steve Miller Band said after Miller left the stage following his last encore: “We many not be able to see him, but we sure can feel him.”
Rest in peace, Dwight Tindle. You won’t be forgotton.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

████████ THE ANTHEM ████████

Dwight Tindle has passed. Below this posting is his continually updated information page including Memorial time, details and information regarding the informal celebration to follow The Memorial - to be held at Alwun House.

If I had to pick an Anthem that would define the spirit of KCAC, Bill Compton and inevitably Dwight Tindle, Dwight-Karma Broadcasting and KDKB, it would be this one.

"Astral Weeks" by Van Morrison was the most played off-the-air album on Bill Compton's stereo - no question. He wore out several copies of it and Bill was quite careful with vinyl LP's.

THIS is the song that was the common denominator of it all. Spiritualism, Poetic Content, Jazz, Rock, Fusion, Folk, Viscera - it goes right to your gut. I have seen young men in tears, having heard it for the first time.

Perhaps here and now - it has even more meaning than ever before.

Artist: Van Morrison
Song: Astral Weeks Lyrics

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
From the far side of the ocean
If I put the wheels in motion
And I stand with my arms behind me
And I’m pushin’ on the door
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
There you go
Standin’ with the look of avarice
Talkin’ to huddie ledbetter
Showin’ pictures on the wall
Whisperin’ in the hall
And pointin’ a finger at me
There you go, there you go
Standin’ in the sun darlin’
With your arms behind you
And your eyes before
There you go
Takin’ good care of your boy
Seein’ that he’s got clean clothes
Puttin’ on his little red shoes
I see you know he’s got clean clothes
A-puttin’ on his little red shoes
A-pointin’ a finger at me
And here I am
Standing in your sad arrest
Trying to do my very best
Lookin’ straight at you
Comin’ through, darlin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me
Would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
To be born again
In another world
In another world
In another time
Got a home on high
Ain’t nothing but a stranger in this world
I’m nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high
In another land
So far away
So far away
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
We are goin’ up to heaven
We are goin’ to heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
In another face

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Good Times Remembered


For you new readers or those seeking details..... Dwight Tindle has passed from this world. With his ashes, he leaves a huge legacy of musical and personal warm memories. You can donate to his mom via PayPal by using the [Donate To Dwight] button to the left on the page masthead AND a separate, more personal, less visible Caring Bridge site has been set up by Mariah Fleming. I suggest using either of those. The Caring Bridge site is

caringbridge.org/visit/dwighttindle

OR you can just click the headline above, to go there

DETAILS OF THE MEMORIAL are:
The service is at 3:00 PM on Sunday November 19th. He has been cremated so it is a memorial only.

Camelback Seventh Day Adventist Church
5902 E. Camelback Road, located next to the Phonecian resort.

There will be a reception with a meal at the church following the memorial service for Dwight. The family asks you put cash or check donations in the box available at the memorial in lieu of flowers or food. They request that no food be brought for obvious reasons.

Dwight's mom is holding up pretty well and she is assisted by Bill Smith of the church. Bill can be reached at *****Deleted for security purposes******if you would like to get feed back or discuss anything with the family.

Bill Smith of Dwight's church has asked if anyone wants to do a musical tribute or be listed in the program as a speaker.

There will also be an open mic situation for people who want to say something but not necessarily be an official part of the program.

*****Deleted for security purposes******.

Thank you.
Scott Jones
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FROM RUSS SHAW:

Ken Beals is doing a video tribute to Dwight and would like ANY photos, videos, home videos, etc they might be able to include in the tribute.

Ken's phone number is *****Deleted for security purposes******
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FROM DANNY ZELISKO:

Also please know that I recorded a 2+ hour tribute to Dwight that will run on KDKB at 11pm this Sunday on Krazy Dog Krazy Boy 93.3 KDKB....Dwight Karma Broadcasting. Please listen in. I think it came out really great.
Danny Z
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FROM JULIA [JULIE FLANNIGAN]

Bill Smith contacted me today and asked me to help in collecting and perhaps writing a Life Sketch of Dwight. According to Bill, a Life Sketch is a detailed and personal biography that would be read at the memorial service...preferably by someone like Marty Manning.....are you reading this Marty .... David Fennimore...Russ...Danny...(or any one else with heart and vocal abilities.)
But before you all call each other (*****Deleted for security purposes****** we need information/anticdotes/experinces with or about Dwight that you would like to be included.
I will be calling some of you soon, as well as some other people Bill asked me to contact. Any words or advice is most welcomed...of course perhaps our English Professor/The Ameba should be placed in command here.....what do you think David?

Julia
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FROM MARTY MANNING

I spoke with Bill and agreed to read the Life Sketch on Sunday. So everyone else .. let's get those stories going!
Marty
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FROM JULIA

I just talked to Mariah. She will be writing the Life Sketch. So this is an
official request for information/anticdotes/facts/and experiences from
everyone that Mariah might include in Dwight's Life Sketch. If you have already
posted at www.caringbridge.org/visit/dwighttindle thank you.....if not, you may wish to post there or respond to this email to me, so I can compile your contributions for Mariah. Please feel free to forward this to anyone who is not
currently on the list who you believe would like to be included.

Julia
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FROM LIZ BOYLE

There's a couple of really good pictures of Dwight, along with Eric H. and Marty, at KDKB's 30th Anniversary party. It's on the KDKB.com website, where they have made mention of Dwight's passing.

Here's the link:

http://www.kdkb.com/Article.asp?id=305526&spid=

-Liz
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FROM SCOTT JONES


Bill Smith of Dwight's church wants some idea of how many people outside the church will attend the memorial and the reception. My guess was there would be around 200 people that would attend this memorial and reception.

The have requested that everyone RSVP how many in your party will attend the memorial and the reception.

Please RSVP: bill.smith@regalyachtingclub.com

Thank you.
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FROM KEN BEALS

Would anyone be able to put together by this Friday a 3 or 4 paragraph bio on Dwight Tindle that will be the platform used to build the tribute video ?

Here is a sample from AMEHOF (Az. Music & Entertainment Hall of Fame) :

http://www.azmusichalloffame.org/bio_dz.html

thanks,

Ken Beals
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FROM LIZ BOYLE & SLAGGE PYLE [PARAPHRASED]

RE: Dwight's homepage: All over his B&W picture there are hidden links, kinda like looking at the cover for "Sgt. Peppers".... [rw]

http://dwighttindle.com/
Slagge says some of the secret links can be found in the knot to his tie, the fingernail to his index finger, etc.

Here's a link to today's Scottsdale Tribune's article:

http://www.kdkb.com/goout.asp?u=http://www.eastvalleytribune.com/index.php?sty=79024

Liz Boyle
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FROM SCOTT JONES 4:15 PM CST 11/16/2006

Bill Smith has asked if everyone can donate what you can to help with incidentals. Bill said she was not going to place a paid obituary due to the high cost. Bill assured her that different people have offered to help offset that and some of her other incidental costs incurred since Dwight entered the hospital.

Nancy O'Reilly*****Deleted for security purposes******
Thank you.
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FROM KEN BEALS 4:44 PM CST 11/16/2006

Dear Friends of Dwight ~

Given the brief window to assemble Dwight's tribute video I would like to invite as many of you who knew Dwight from near or afar to share a recollection, anecdote or story on tape.

The Alwun House has graciously made available the House tomorrow, Friday Nov. 17th from 6 - 8pm. as a meeting place.

If you are able to drop by anytime between 6 -8pm please drop me a "rsvp" via this email.
Beals,Ken
As well if you have a newpaper article, picture(s), KDKB bumper sticker or anything please bring those with you and I'll scan those onto video right there.

Look forward to seeing you at the Alwun House.

warm wishes,

Ken

below is a mapquest link to Alwun House:

http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?searchtype=address&country=US&addtohistory=&searchtab=home&formtype=address&popflag=0&latitude=&longitude=&name=&phone=&level=&cat=&address=1204+e.+roosevelt+st.&city=phoenix&state=az&zipcode=85006

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FROM TERRI SUSSMAN 11/16/2006 7:10PM CST

Hi.

We are wondering if any of you have the original vinyl of Buffalo Springfield, with the album cover, and also if anyone has an old portable turntable. Can you let us know? If you could bring them to Alwun House tomorrow, that would be great...or we can have someone pick them up.

Thanks!
Terri
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FROM SCOTT JONES FRIDAY, 11/16/2006 9:10AM CST


I have been coordinating between Dwight's long time friends, his family and church friends. A number of people have stepped up to the "plate".

Yesterday I got a call from Bill Smith (not the minister) from Dwight's church asking me to contact people for things regarding the memorial. Dwight's mom was hesitant to purchase an expensive AZ Republic obituary but Bill assured her that people would help. The obituary written by Mariah and Julia appeared in this morning's Republic. Hopfeully the AZ Republic will print a news article about Dwight. The East Valley Tribune printed an article yesterday.

There have been numerous efforts such as the Pay Pal account that goes to Dwight' bank account. Slagge will be helping Dwight's mom with the contributions from the account.

I gave out Nancy O'Reilly's address for those folks that want to mail a check along with a sympathy card. Believe it or not some of us "boomers" don't have a computer or are hesitant to do more than send e-mails over the internet.

Carole Glenn Compton and Danny Zelisko have stated that we need to find out what Dwight's mom will need down the road. My suggestion is some of us meet with Bill Smith from the church and find out how much help Dwight's mom needs.

Danny has also helped ease Nancy's immediate concerns over the costs accumulated recently with a generous pledge.

Along with our personal contributions a fund raising event/ concert might be another way to show the community cares.

Please see information below:

Nancy O'Reilly*****Deleted for security purposes******
Bill Smith: *****Deleted for security purposes****** bill.smith@regalyachtingclub.com
Thank you.
Scott Jones
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FROM KEN BEALS FRIDAY 11/17/2006 10:10AM CST

Friends of Dwight ~

Just as a simple follow-up, want to welcome any of you who knew Dwight, shared a laugh a tear an experience/event with him and would like to share on tape so we can weave it into the Tribute video please feel free to drop by the Alwun House anytime tonight between 6 - 8pm.

I will actually be there earlier (around 4pm) if that works better for your schedule.

A few were able to rsvp from the original request, thanks and look forward to meeting with you. If anyone else is available please shoot over a quick rsvp via this email.

[SEE "The List" rw]

best,

Ken
ps : if you have any pictures, newspaper clippings etc of Dwight or are connected to him please bring those with you and I can put those onto video right there. thnx - kb
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FROM MARTY MANNING 11/17/2006 345PM CST

Subject: RE: PAPPA ERIC HARRIS LOCATED
Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 10:49:30 -0700


Ron,

Ron [Harris] was last seen heading for Encino, CA wearng deck shoes and a yachting
cap .. as well as a belt with little anchors on it. He used the name Eric because that was his middle name, and maybe because YOU were Ron as well. And Poppa Eric had a nice feel to it.

Ron called Gary Kinsey who was at the time hanging out in NYC (ask me about THAT story sometime!) and told him to get his ass back to Phoenix to join the staff at KCAC. Gary had previuosly done a brief news stint at KOY, which did not suit him well. When he got back here he was reluctant to use his real name on the air as there may have been a collection agency or two looking for that guy. He needed a name. We were at Peggy Nichols' house looking for a name and peggy had a copy of Wind in the Willows. I believe it was Peggy, browsing through the book, who suggested "What about Toad Hall?!"

And the rest as they say, is history.

Marty (Earthworm) Manning
aka Secret Squirrel

Marty Manning Productions*****Deleted for security purposes******~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
FROM MARIAH FLEMING 11/18/2006 9:30AM CST

Everybody...

Nancy and I are still working on the 'lifesketch'...a daunting honor..(o: .the affection expressed for him is astounding - we want you all to feel good about his 'lifesketch' - there's SO much material. Please know we are reading everything, compiling and doing our best in the spirit of love to Dwight and all his friends.

Mariah
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FROM MARIAH FLEMING 11/18/2006 9:45AM CST

HI,

I just rec'd this from Bill Smith from the church. Recently Alwun House had offered to host an informal gathering of Dwight's friends after the services.
From: "William Smith"
> Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 18:43:05 -0800
> Mariah;
> Thank you all for your generous offer regarding the use of the Alwun
>House after Dwight's memorial and dinner. Nancy was feeling the
> pressure in providing a place for those to go who still wanted to be
> together and visit. This will definitely relieve her from that. Thank
> you again.
> Bill

Well, this evening the video tribute was shot at Alwun House and Kim Moody once again graciously extended the hospitality of Alwun House to Dwight's family and friends. So it's there for us on Sunday from 4pm to whenever. NO pressure or expectations. If no one shows it's ok too. Kim mentioned there are two markets nearby-Safeway for the Piinot Grigio crowd and a Mexican Market for the Dos Equis and Negro Modelo bunch. (o: Alwun House has a beautiful big backyard, lots of tables and chairs and great atmosphere to talk and jam (there is an outside stage) The weather is gorgeous.

Bill expects 200 parishoners for Dwight's service and reception in addition to us. At the reception hall they'll serve dinner (!) and afterwards, who knows? If you're curious take a look at www.alwunhouse.org It's in a historic home in an old neghborhood at 12th Street and Roosevelt. That's about 10 to 15 minutes from 56th and Camelback. (I can imagine Lissa exclaiming to Dwight and the gang as they watch us all, " Geez, it's a no brainer!" )

Mariah
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FROM JULIA [Julie Flannigan] 11/18/2006 9:55AM CST

Just a note.......Mariah discovered that the paper printed Dwight's Obituary
with a couple of typos.....She is having them rerun it correctly this
weekend.....

Make way for Mariah....there is no stopping her....Many thanks!

Julia
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FROM SCOTT JONES SUNDAY 11/19/2006 1:45PM CAST

Anyone wanting to view Dwight's obit or leave written or verbal messages may
do so:

http://www.legacy.com/Link.asp?Id=LS19939869X

Thanks
Scott

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ADDITIONAL UPDATES WILL BE POSTED HERE AS THEY ARRIVE R.W.
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This would be a good place to start a community string of good memories.

Dwight was one of the few people who came to visit me when I was living in my old blue school bus "Recycled". Later on while working at Circles Records and listening to Dwight rockin' one evening, I was stricken with a musical mix in my head which I have mentioned elswhere on this blog - "Rocky Mountain Way" mixing into the original "Sex Machine" by Sly & The Family Stone.

I called Dwight on the Request Line from Circles. As soon as I said it, Dwight "Heard" it and put it on the air in a superbly flawless mix. For a half hour KDKB and Phoenix rocked mercilessly. KUPD, KRUX/KRIZ must have been glowing green.

Shortly after that I moved from Circles Records to KDKB for a short stint but did not fit (not unusual for me in those days) and I drifted on eventualy, to KSPN in Aspen, CO until the ski season came to run me out of town.

One of my fondest memories has to do though, with Dwighr and that musical mix. It was a quiet thunder heard all over the valley. A Boogie Three Shoes.

Ron Wortham

Newly-Discovered KCAC Tape

Thanks to Patrick Lange, we now have a "new" (previously uncirculated) tape of Bill Compton on the air at KCAC on November 14, 1970. It's an hour long and it includes music ranging from Judy Collins to the Mothers of Invention, along with several live-in-the-studio songs from Michael Collins. There are also some vintage commercials, one of which has Marty doing a remote broadcast from a clothing store and engaging in some pretty funny back-and-forth banter with Bill in the studio. I've already converted the tape to CD but will pass it along to Andy Olson, who may be able to get a better transfer. This will be a terrific addition to the growing KCAC/KDKB archive. Thank you, Patrick; and the rest of you, keep digging through those closets, attics, and garages - I know there's more out there!

Tom

Monday, November 13, 2006

Dwight Tindle has passed

email from Dave Deerhake.
Ron 1:53 PM CST

Dwight slipped out of this world today, he will be missed. Got the news about an hour ago, thought you should know.

Dave

The first Radio Free Phoenix

"Freeform radio is like weaving a tapestry," says Tindle. "You start with a song, it transitions into another song, and then another until ultimately you look back and you've woven a beautiful tapestry. The key is to let the music drive the format and make the decisions."

Danny Zelisko's touching e-mail to all about his friend Dwight Tindle (check your in-boxes) got me thinking of the too-short-lived show the duo hosted on FM 96.9 in the late Nineties, "Radio Free Phoenix." Here's a New Times story from 1998 that documents their attempt to "recapture the spirit of underground radio" with the broadcast and also traces their friendship a bit.

(P.S. - In his e-mail, Danny also makes an excellent point about not judging people based on how they respond to bad news regarding an old friend. Remember McCartney's "It's a drag" comment?)

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Dwight

I just returned from a brief visit to the hospice. Dwight is sleeping comfortably, but his mother says she expects him to slip away soon. Let's keep him in our hearts, and for those of you who might want to say goodbye in person, now is the time to do so. His mother, Nancy, is keeping vigil and I think she would welcome any calls or visitors to help her through this difficult time.

Brighton Gardens
Hospice Unit Room 163
6001 E. Thomas Road
Scottsdale, AZ 85251
(480) 949-2400

"Birth Pangs," by Dwight Tindle


(Just in case anyone hasn't read it in a while, we present Dwight's own story, reproduced from the KDKB website:)

Although I did not know it at the time, back in 1971 I was the luckiest person on the face of the Earth. In 1971, I moved to Phoenix from “Back East,” and started what would become the most popular Valley radio station for years to come, and a legend and an icon in American broadcasting.

To arrive at the source of KDKB, you must travel back to Philadelphia circa 1967. I was a teenager in high school at the time with a very popular band that played at most of the fraternity parties, high school dances and debutante parties in the Philadelphia area. I played rhythm guitar. My car at the time was a used MGB roadster that is significant to this story in that it had a Blaupunkt AM-FM radio. Any FM radio was a great rarity in those days, and to have one in your car was almost unheard of. Our band was what today you would call a “cover” band and we played a broad selection of the Top 40 hits of the time. This was an amazing time for popular music. A new kind of rock-and-roll was beginning to surface. Songs like “Let’s Spend The Night Together” by the Rolling Stones and “Incense and Peppermints” by the Strawberry Alarm Clock made their way onto the Top 40 stations. But “Light My Fire” by the Doors was too long to be accommodated by their formats. The Buffalo Springfield sang “For What It’s Worth” but Top 40 wouldn’t play it. Jimi Hendrix played “Purple Haze” but the AM stations would have none of it. We performed these songs in my band and it was clear that this was the music people wanted to hear.

There was a new radio show in Philadelphia back then on WMMR, an FM station, called “The Marconi Experiment.” Hosted by Dave Herman, it came on from 7-midnight right after the Frank Sinatra Hour. The Marconi Experiment featured bands like Cream, Traffic, the Steve Miller Band and the Grateful Dead. These were groups that you heard only on The Marconi Experiment. Top 40 radio would not touch this stuff. The presentation of the music was different as well. No screaming jocks, but rather a sincere sense of brotherhood was conveyed from the station to the audience. We were all in on something new and exciting, maybe even illegal. It was underground radio and I was hooked. I had an FM radio in my car! I think I must have spent the entire summer of 1967 driving around at night, listening to the radio.

In 1969 I was away at college in Ohio and returned home to Philadelphia for the summer vacation. My absolute best friend from kindergarten through high school was a guy named David Fenimore, who was attending the University of Pennsylvania and was a nighttime jock on WXPN, the non-commercial U of P underground station that broadcast to the entire city of Philadelphia and its environs (Fenimore was to become the original overnight jock on KDKB as “The Amoeba.”) By this time, WMMR was a full-time underground station (no more Sinatra Hour!) and Dave Herman was still sailing along with the Marconi Experiment. Sometime during that summer he began to advertise a concert, really a 3-day happening, to take place August 15th, 16th and 17th in upstate New York. The concert was the Woodstock Music and Art Fair and all of the bands would be there: The Jefferson Airplane, Jimi Hendrix, The Who, The Grateful Dead, and a new band that we really liked called Crosby, Stills and Nash. It was even rumored that Neil Young might join the other three on stage, thus reuniting the nucleus of the Buffalo Springfield. We couldn’t miss this, even though the tickets were priced at an outrageous $6.00 a day or $18.00 for the three day affair. But Dave Herman assured us that we could camp out, saving the cost of a room, and there would be food aplenty. So we packed up the MGB and off we went, me and Fenimore, for an astounding appointment with our destinies.

Fenimore was having his wisdom teeth extracted on August 14, a Thursday, and there was some doubt as to whether or not he could go along. But, trooper that he is, he had me pick him up at his dentist’s office that afternoon and off we went to Bethel, New York and Yasgur’s Farm. We had to park miles from the stage area even though we arrived a day early, so we hiked the rest of the way in. When we got there, it was like nothing we had ever imagined: this incredible stage and a sound system like none we had ever heard before (they were running intermittent sound checks throughout the afternoon and the night.) And to top it all off, the entire crew was just a bunch of freaks like us!

I won’t go any deeper into the story of Woodstock as it is so familiar, but I do want to call attention to the collective vision that it produced. Nobody at this time had yet identified the bubble on the population that later became known as the “Baby-Boomer Generation.” At Woodstock, we realized that we were not just a counter-culture anymore. We were a self-sufficient core population that could thrive without dependence on the mainstream culture. There were those of us who could build immense structures like the stage area. There were sound technicians who could operate sophisticated equipment. There were food vendors and on and on. We were real and we had come of age. We were anti-establishment, and we didn’t need the establishment for anything anymore. This was the revelation to all who attended. The crowd was later estimated at 500,000 but if you were there, it seemed like millions.

Fenimore got sick. It’s not surprising that after two nights in the wild, eating only watermelon and bathing with the rind (there wasn’t food aplenty like Dave Herman said,) minus four wisdom teeth, soaked with rain and caked with mud, he just wanted to take a shower and sleep in a bed. So I acquiesced to his pleas and we set out for home. We missed Crosby, Stills and Nash, the Grateful Dead and a lot of other fantastic music but we left the mudhole that once was Yasgur’s Farm and returned to Philadelphia via back roads (the freeways were jammed shut in all directions.) We arrived back home on Saturday evening, August 16. Woodstock had made the front page of the Sunday newspapers by this time and it was all the talk on the television newscasts. We were real all right, so real that the establishment could do nothing but sit up and take notice.

Also attending Woodstock and bailing early was a friend of mine from college and someone he had brought along with him for the festivities: Eric Hauenstein. They traveled all the way from Cincinnati for three days of peace, love and music, but when it started raining, they put in a call to my mother and asked if they could stop off for a few days to recuperate in Philadelphia before the long trek back to Ohio. She told them that I had been at Woodstock as well, but called to say I was coming home too and of course they were welcome. So the great legend of Eric Hauenstein and I meeting at Woodstock was a bit of a stretch. I met Eric Hauenstein at my house. We were both refugees from Woodstock.

Eric was working part-time in sales at WEBN, Cincinnati’s underground FM station, while attending the University of Cincinnati. My experience of radio in Philadelphia and his experience of radio in Cincinnati were quite different. In Philadelphia, radio was a corporate affair. WMMR was owned and operated by Metromedia Broadcasting, a huge conglomerate that owned stations all over, including KMET in Los Angeles, by this time LA’s underground connection. My father was the wake-up man at WPEN in Philadelphia, owned by the Sun Ray Drug Store chain.

On the other hand, WEBN was a “mom and pop” station, started by a lawyer named Frank Wood who loved jazz music so much that he started a station of his own to bring jazz to the city of Cincinnati. His son, Frank Jr., after graduating from law school, had turned the station to the underground as “Jelly Pudding” and was broadcasting nights under the air name of Michael Xanadu. Frank Sr. continued to do a jazz show on the station every Sunday night until he passed away. WEBN was one of the premiere underground stations in the US.

So Eric planted this seed of an idea that we could have our own radio station. We didn’t have to convince corporate broadcasters that we could successfully find an audience. We could look for an attractive market somewhere and pursue this underground dream and own the station ourselves: a totally new idea for me. I had good connections with the First Pennsylvania Bank in Philadelphia and, buoyed by the Woodstock experience, we both thought that nothing was impossible.

Fast-forward to 1971 when we actually got it together to approach the bank and arrange financing for our dream of a station. I can still remember tucking our pony tails under our collars and making our nervous presentation in a top story conference room at the main office of the First Pennsylvania Banking and Trust Company on 15th and Chestnut Streets in Philadelphia: this imposing, intimidating, marble columned building that looked like a Hellenistic temple. It is interesting to note that, when I visited Philadelphia in the Spring of 1998 and toured the downtown area after great absence, the First Pennsylvania Banking and Trust building at 15th and Chestnut was boarded up, vacant, not occupied by any bank or anyone else for that matter. I was shocked. There were no branch offices of that venerable old institution to be found anywhere in the Philadelphia area. KDKB rocks on at 30. The institution that provided the seed money is long gone and, for the most part, forgotten.

Anyway, we secured the line of credit and set out to find an appropriate market for our radio station. This was February of 1971 and we visited Denver, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Phoenix and Dallas to assess what was going on with underground radio in the Great American West. I had never been west of Cincinnati in my life and Eric had made, I think, one prior trip to the coast. We visited KSAN and KMPX in San Francisco. KSAN was a thriving business. KMPX was an opium den. We made air checks of stations in all of the markets we visited and ended up placing a bid on an FM facility in Denver. Denver itself had no FM underground station at that time, but underground radio could be heard on KRNW from Boulder, a station that dropped a signal down the mountain into the Queen of the Rockies. We had visited KRNW on our odyssey and found that their approach was to pretty much let anyone with a decent record collection come in and do a show. Nonetheless, they had a loyal audience.

Our bid for the Denver FM was denied, so we regrouped and set our sights on Phoenix. There was an AM-FM combination in Mesa that was in real trouble financially and it looked like we could afford to buy it. KMND (Command Radio) broadcast bad beautiful music on its 100,000 watt dual polarized FM facility and KALF was a 10,000 watt daytime country AM station. It seemed written in the stars to me. KMND’s frequency was 93.3. WMMR’s frequency, the station that initially turned me on, was also 93.3. We could simulcast our stereo FM signal on the AM daytimer. Another big plus was that since the stations were in financial trouble, it was likely that the FCC would act expediently on our application. We cut the deal and set out to apply to the FCC for the transfer of license.

There has been a lot of confusion over the years about our call letters, KDKB, and their possible connection to KDKA in Pittsburgh. When we formed our company we had to name it something. We wanted to be the Karma Broadcasting Company but there already was a Karma Broadcasting in Seattle. Eric suggested Dwight’s Karma Broadcasting, but I did not want to take all of the blame myself. I had an appointment with our lawyer to finalize the documentation for our incorporation, and that is when I entered the name Dwight Karma. It was completely a last minute decision but I thought it sounded a little more formal that way. There never was a person named Dwight Karma and I never used it as an air name. KDKB is a derivative of Dwight Karma Broadcasting. Of course we were aware of the great history of KDKA and the similarity to our call letters. If people wanted to associate our station with the first radio station in the country, then that was just fine with us. If our wishes had been granted, however, we might have been KKBC, or KRMA or something like that and history would have been forever changed.

I made two more trips to Phoenix before moving out west. One was to conduct the ascertainment of community needs required for the FCC application and the other was to find a house to live in. The community needs survey entailed interviewing local community leaders to determine specific community needs and how we could address those needs with the programming of our proposed station. Forum, KDKB’s nightly public affairs show, was designed to serve those needs. In 1971, Mesa, Arizona, was a pretty conservative town, and you can imagine the reaction of the community leaders to this 21-year-old freak asking them about the needs of their community. To their credit, I was warmly received everywhere I went and we never had a problem with those folks. In fact, back in 1976, KDKB was awarded a Peabody Award for outstanding public service programming, Forum being one of the mainstays of our community service.

By the summer of 1971, it looked as though the FCC was about to act on our license application, so I packed up my stuff and moved out to Phoenix. My primary means of transportation at the time was my motorcycle, a Triumph Bonneville 650, but I loaded it onto the moving van. I had just restored a 1955 Mercedes Benz Sedan and four of us jumped inside and traded shifts driving non-stop from Cincinnati to Phoenix. I loved that car. It looked like something out of a Zap Comic. We arrived at my new house on the south side of Camelback Mountain on the afternoon of the 4th of July. There was to be a Taj Mahal concert that night at the Travelodge Theatre (now the Celebrity Theatre) and we debated whether or not we should go, but the four of us decided to spend the night out by the pool, enjoying the fireworks from all over the Valley. It was quite a warm reception. I drove that old Mercedes from the house down to the radio station one day where it died in the parking lot and sat for about two years before we got it running again.

Eric and I set up offices in the old Buckaroo Motor Lodge on south Country Club Drive in Mesa, a few blocks from KMND/KALF, soon to be KDKB AM&FM. The station was located in an old Safeway building just south of Main Street on Country Club. We decided that we should talk with the staff of KCAC, a 500 watt daytime AM station that was, at the time, Phoenix’s only link to the underground. It was not a great departure from our plans to hire the bulk of the staff. They were great people and, while they had not attended Woodstock, they shared the vision that we had for the radio station.

We were all intent on pursuing what had by this time become known as free-form radio. I know it sounds loose and unstructured and that’s exactly what it was, but when performed with artistry and professionalism, new heights of communication could be attained. We all believed strongly in the strength of spontaneity and in the power of improvisation. The Grateful Dead subscribed to this same philosophy. Jazz music was founded on these principles. Tom Donahue of KSAN in San Francisco put it beautifully: “Radio is the perfect modern art form in that the instant that it’s created, it ceases to exist.”

Our sign-on date was rapidly approaching and it was important that we have a real meeting of the minds between the KCAC staff and the “Folks from Dwight Karma” as we were affectionately (or not-so-affectionately) known. Bill Compton was pulling an afternoon shift on KCAC at the time and then running over to KUPD to do a show from 7-midnight. To his great credit, we met every night, Bill and myself, from midnight until dawn through July and early August in the living room of my house on Camelback. In those sessions we invented KDKB. We both wanted freedom to be the hallmark of the station. There would be no format. The great Marty Manning would produce all commercials in-house in a vignette style. We would key the music to what was happening in people’s lives. If it rained, KDKB would pull out all the rain songs. The radio station would speak with a voice of its own. The station and the audience would be one. All music was fair game: Jazz, Rock, Folk and even a little Classical. We used to say that it doesn’t really matter what you play, what matters is what you play right before it and right after it. The segue was king and the audience never knew what was going to happen next. Coming from the East, I loved to throw in the Holy Modal Rounders or The Band. Bill, coming from Texas, leaned more toward Leon Russell or Doug Sahm. Toad Hall, Hank Cookenboo and my friend from Woodstock the inimitable Amoeba rounded out the original full-time air staff. If I may say so, the blend was absolute perfection.

In those days before August 23, 1971, when we first signed on as KDKB, the Amoeba and I spent our days preparing the most eclectic, bizarre and confounding series of 15-inch reels of tape that anyone has ever heard. Timothy Leary, John Cage, The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band, Baba Ram Das, Dark Star by the Grateful Dead and Suzy Creamcheese characterized the presentation. I think we assembled about a dozen or so reels and when the FCC approved the license transfer, we loaded those reels onto the automation equipment at KMND, and gave whatever audience they may have had at the time the ride of their lives. No more Mantovani or Ferrante and Teicher. We were heading in a totally new direction.

Two weeks before signing on as KDKB, we prepared a tape loop recording that featured the sound of waves breaking on the shore, with seagulls and the whole nine yards. By this time we had changed the call letters to KDKB and every seven minutes or so a voice would remind the listener that they were enjoying the “soothing sounds of KDKB.” We got a lot of mileage out of this from the local media, explaining to them that we only wanted to bring the sounds of the seashore to the desert. This was our new format. All the rumors of going underground were false. Phoenix is land-locked and the people are starved for the soothing sounds of the ocean. In reality, we were tuning out the old audience and tuning in the new. The audience knew what was going on. The media would fall for anything in those days.

At noon on Monday, August 23, 1971, I went into what would become the main production studio of KDKB in the old Safeway building (Jim, the engineer, had not yet completed work on our master control room, the “engine room” as we called it.) This was the day appointed for us to unveil the new station in all of its glory. I shut the door to the studio and placed “On The Way Home” on the turntable. I said a little prayer and turned off the ocean sounds. The Buffalo Springfield sang, “When the dream came, I held my breath with my eyes closed. I went insane like a smoke ring day when the wind blows.” KDKB was born. And I was the luckiest person on the face of the Earth.

C. Dwight Tindle

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Ships passing in the night----------A psychic study

I am positioning this entry right at the top so we can open a dialoge of commentary regarding psychic experiences. I do believe that ultimatley, that is what Bill Compton and the entire KCAC/KCKB experience was really all about.

We all have psychic experiences in our own ways. Some of us have lucid dreaming experiences, some have real-time real-life encounters such as Mariah did at the passing of Bill. You can read about it in the archives of the blog, if you wish. In my case with the passing of Bill, it was an automatic writing experience.

I am not telling ghost stories, here. Christ in his teachings, seemed to be PREPARING us for the next stage of our personal development and growth as we (re)unite with our own Godhead and the awakening of our psychic perceptions and telepathic abilities. We are like chicks emerging from our eggs at the point of "death" as it were, as we unite with and become an integral part of The Flock within The Godhead. Bill's sign-off mantra "Thou Art God" while borrowed directly from "StrangerIn A Strange Land", was a straightforward statement of fact. Without touting it and perhaps without realizing it, Bill was probably one of the most advanced and influential "preachers" The Valley had seen in a long time. Sorry churches, but I don't see a lot of difference between you and Wal-Mart.
More often than not, I have psychc experiences that are based entirely on FEELINGS like a blind man in an elevator, groping his way through time and space. I feel the person rather than talk to them or experience communication in other ways.

The experience I had this morning was like that. There I was in my cocoon, stumbling around to the bathroom and back. The time was 5:06 AM CST and I was ready to drift off again when suddenly I felt an overwhelming presence close gently around me. It was Dwight. No question. The straightforwardness, the blunt honesty of his personality and the unquestionable acceptance of what is were all there. Am I describing him correctly?

I haven't had an experience like it since my daughter Summer Rose died a few months after the 1996 KCAC/KDKB reunion.

It's nice to know that Dwight's soul and spirit are free and like any other surprise experience, it kinda scared me at first.

Surprise, Ron - you just got hugged.
















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