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Thank you JJ, Cloe and all of the adorable, smart, funny and incredibly brave kids (and parents) at #CHLA for letting me spend the day with you. All the money I make for #TheSeriousGoose goes to @ChildrensLA and children’s hospitals across the country. *LINK IN BIO*
Happy thanksgiving from roasted smoked and fried
(Continued from last post) Kevin told me that people in LA don’t like people with NY accents. I asked him if he liked Danny DeVito. He said he did. Thank God for Danny DeVito. I knew I had one shot to impress them. I tried a character called “Jimmy the Sports Guy” and it worked. We laughed every day. We busted each other’s balls relentlessly. Bean was weird. He decided he was from Norway. He is not. He would disappear mysteriously. We never saw him after lunch. He was obsessed with Pluto and the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (the song, not the disaster). He had thousands of CDs and listened to Christmas music every day. He had a hedgehog. His cousin was Petula Clark. He once gave me a dog named Scamp. Bean supported me always. When a rival radio station offered me a morning show of my own, Bean went into our program director’s office and offered ten thousand dollars of his annual salary to keep me at KROQ. I didn’t take his money, but decided to stay. We’d been through too much together. Of all the friends with whom I have never, ever socialized – I might feel closest to Bean. In our five years working together, I cannot recall an unpleasant moment between us. When I left KROQ to pursue a career in television, Bean and Kevin actively and enthusiastically cheered me on, helping in any way they could and seemed to take real pleasure in watching me blossom into the big, hairy flower I’ve become. Next month would mark 30 years of The Kevin and Bean Show. So many strangers tell me what a great part of their childhood the show was. Some listened on their way to school with their parents and continued to listen while driving their own kids to school. It is sad for me and for many of us to see them part ways, but I suppose we were lucky to have them together for so long. I owe them both a lot. Farewell Bean, you strange and beautiful man. You are one of the smartest, quickest, funniest people I’ve ever worked with and one of the finest broadcasters in America. I hope London is everything you hope it will be and, if it isn’t, come back. Sincerely, Your friend, an adult man who still goes by “Jimmy”
In January of 1994, a week after the earthquake, I drove a nearly-destroyed Mazda RX-7 to an office building in Burbank at 4:30 am, ready to begin a job that would change my life. I’d been fired from my position as morning zoo sidekick at a top-40 station in Tucson, Arizona and somehow managed to parlay that into an unspecified role working for Kevin and Bean at the World Famous KROQ. I’d met them once months earlier. The program director (Kevin Weatherly) was a college friend. He thought I was funny and felt I could help strengthen his morning show. He wanted me to meet the guys, so I went to Marshall’s, bought a new shirt and flew to Burbank. My interview began like this: Bean: So you’re an adult man who goes by “Jimmy”? Me: Am I being asked this question by an adult man named Bean? The interview went OK, but I returned home and was forgotten by both Kevin and Bean the moment I boarded my America West flight back to Tucson. Knowing I was about to be fired, I spent the next few weeks badgering the KROQ general manager (Trip Reeb) by phone, until he gave up and hired me to be part of the morning show. For reasons still unknown, Trip neglected to share this information with the hosts of the morning show. When I showed up for work Monday morning, ecstatic to be there and eager to make a strong impression, the first words I heard were “they hired you?” I suddenly felt very sick, realizing that I’d moved my family and everything we owned to a strange city to work for a couple of guys who didn’t even know I was coming. After that first show, we convened in our tiny office and I played them my demo tape. They nodded, but didn’t laugh. I knew I had my work cut out for me. I would have to win them over to keep what was, at the time, my dream job and my only hope of paying rent. Both Kevin and Bean wore shorts every day, even in January. I started wearing shorts every day. I pitched them dozens, if not hundreds of ridiculous ideas. They liked some of them. They even seemed to like me. I knew that if I wanted to get on the air, I needed a role on the show. I asked if I could do sports... (continued next post)
Thanks for a great lunch Paul & Mark at the Mill Basin Deli