The Drive is part of the Catamount Radio Group and because of that we remind you that the Catamount Radio Auction is coming up on June 3rd from 7:30 in the morning until 2:00 Saturday afternoon. We can promise you here at The Drive that we will be Driving you through that Saturday with the perfect weekend soundtrack of great Classic Hits, but if at any time on June 3rd you want to take a stab at grabbing some great items at huge savings then tune to one of our “sister stations” that will be airing The Catamount Radio Auction. You can hear the auction on Cat Country at 105.3 FM or on one of the two signals that broadcast WSYB in Rutland. On the AM dial you can hear WSYB on 1380, but Catamount Radio has now added WSYB to the FM dial too. Listen to the auction there at 100.1. Between now and the 3rd of June you can check out all the latest items that will be up for bid by clicking “CATAMOUNT RADIO AUCTION” on the front page of this website. New items seem to pop up there on a daily basis, so check it out. Save on big, expensive items to certificates for food & services. It’s all on the radio at 105.3 & 100.1 FM or 1380 AM. So on Saturday June 3rd you have a chance to bid on some great items from local businesses on those stations….but if that’s not your idea of a good Saturday of radio, remember…. We’re always here with great Classic Hits for all of Rutland County…….94-5 THE DRIVE.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Earlier today I had the pleasure of spending a few minutes chatting with Peter Frampton. Yes, the artist that released an album of live music in 1976 that remains, after more than 40 years, one of the best selling LIVE albums of all time. Admittedly I didn’t know what to expect from an artist that has shared the stage, and the studio, with some of the other big names of our generation; George Harrison, Ringo Starr, David Bowie, Harry Nilsson, B.B. King and even Jerry Lee Lewis. But what I found was a gentleman. The kind of guy you would hope to have a chance to meet in a quiet pub and have a sip or two with. When you found out who he was (if somehow you didn’t recognize him right away) you would hope he would pull out his acoustic guitar & play a song or two for you from his amazing body of work. Well, that is just about what he plans to do at the Paramount Theatre in Rutland on April 12th. He is touring with his son Julian along with his best friend & fellow musician Gordon Kennedy. Together they bring that intimate meeting I described a moment ago to the Paramount for a more than two hour show. Plan on an evening of great music, stripped down to its acoustic form from two of the best guitarists of our time. I’m looking forward to it. So should you. Get your tickets at the Paramount Box Office or direct from paramountvt.org
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
During yesterday’s blizzard many things came to mind for me. Like the stories that my great aunt told me as a child about the famous blizzard of 1888. She was a very young girl at the time and only remembered that it was impossible to go anywhere for weeks. The storm dumped up to 60 inches of snow in its wake in parts of New England including her town in Connecticut. Over almost two full days the wind blue drifts as high as 50 feet in some areas. I imagined what it must have been like. A blizzard more powerful than our blizzard of 2017 trapping people in their own homes during a time that only offered a hand shovel to most people of the 1880’s. Roads & walkways couldn’t be cleared for days on end and good old radio was still more than 30 years away from broadcasting the spoken word. An event that would be a literal lifesaver in the time of future storms. It’s been just short of 100 years since radio began broadcasting those first words and here we are again finding ourselves in the mist of another blizzard and the need for information that for some could be lifesaving. The difference is today snowplows, snowblowers and other devices to make our life easier are plentiful & there are so many other ways to get information that to those who need help radio becomes an afterthought. Perhaps getting the information that you need from radio isn’t as important as it once was but a local radio station like The Drive is still a place to know that in your community of Rutland County Vermont we care about what happens because it is our community too. I live here with you. So does Uncle Dave and the rest of the Drive family. By all means, check your text messages, tweets & facebook pages but remember; we will be here not only as a music radio station, but as a community one as well. For you.
Friday, February 17, 2017
Monday, November 7, 2016
I want to take a minute to honor the memory of a man who is well known here in the Rutland community, especially the hockey community. Over the weekend my good friend Phil Varney passed away. Phil was instrumental....and really the catalyst behind the creation of the Rutland Regional Field House which is now Spartan Arena. I remember Phil floating the idea of the Fieldhouse years ago when his kids were playing local hockey for the Rutland Amateur Hockey Assn (RAHA) at the Mandigo Arena here in Rutland. Through his vision and hard work a new place to play hockey became a reality.....something that he was very proud of. Phil was also there at the inception of the Castleton University hockey "Blue Line Club" serving on the board of directors from the very beginning and held the position of the club president for three years.That's just some of what Phil has done for this community over the years, but what was more important to me was the Phil Varney I knew on a personal level. Phil was one of the very first people that I met when I first brought my family to Rutland almost 24 years ago, and we became instant friends. He loved the Red Sox, the Patriots....and The Moody Blues. But most of all he loved his family and I was honored that he considered my family part of his. It is always hard to say goodbye to those who are especially close to you...but sometimes certain lives, like Phil's, make it almost impossible. So instead. I say sleep well my friend, until we meet again.
Monday, February 23, 2015
I’ve been in this business that we call radio for almost all of my adult life. I have been one of the lucky ones. I have been able to make a living & raise a family doing what I love in a business that doesn’t allow that luxury to most. I say that from my perch here in an “unrated” Vermont radio market that some working in larger markets may scoff at but it is a place that I fell in love with many years ago and has become my home just as surely as the place that I was born and raised as a child was once the place I loved most. I never think much anymore about what got me to this place or the larger “rated” markets that I worked in years ago but this weekend I was reminded of one of the best “gigs” I ever had in this business. The reminder came however in the sad news that one of the best men I ever had the pleasure to work for passed away last week. His name is Joe Rizza. Joe was my boss for nearly all of the seven years I spent at WMAS-FM in Springfield, Massachusetts. Joe and I didn’t always see eye to eye on things but he was always fair and pleasant no matter what the issue. I certainly wasn’t always as accommodating in return. The last conversation we had ended badly; and I never spoke with him again. That was more than 20 years ago. It wasn’t because I was angry at him and I know it wasn’t in his make up to remain angry over an unpleasant exchange of words that took place two decades ago; of that I am sure. But life does have a way of putting you in the position of looking back and finding a regret here or there no matter how successful or happy you are. And for me, one of those regrets was never having the chance to finish that conversation. To tell him that he had a hand in allowing me the luxury to work at what I love so many years later. All I can do is hope that he knew that already.
|Me, Bob O'Brien, Jack Kratoville, Joe Rizza & Chuck Herlihy- WMAS-FM, Springfield, Ma|
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I was born only a week after the calendar had turned from December to a new year in January. My first birthday gift was being born as the 7th of 11 children right on the heels of a brother who joined a chaotic but loving family just 15 months earlier. Some of my earliest childhood memories revolve around the seemingly endless hours I would spend side by side with my older brother. It seemed we shared everything; from the clothes on our backs to the bed where we slept. As we grew older together we watched our family grow larger. My younger brother followed just a year and a half later. Then it was two more sisters (4 in all) and finally the last born….a brother that none of us ever knew, losing him just days after he came into this world.
Far more than half a century has now passed since that first January and in all that time so have so many family members. Grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, cousins….all lost to the ages. None ever forgotten or loved any less. But today marks the day that the brother who was born just 15 months earlier than me would have celebrated his 63rd birthday. For as long as I can remember Matt was fun, serious, cerebral & goofy all at the same time. And then, far too soon, he was gone; less than six months before his 22nd birthday. I was only 20 at the time and like my parents, brothers & sisters, that sudden loss in a traffic accident cut through me like a blade so sharp that the wound would never heal. But…time heals all wounds. Years go by and the pain will gradually disappear. The wound will one day stop causing the pain of sudden loss.
So we were told.
But as time has ticked away and attempted to close that wound all it has been able to do is dull the pain.
Time has failed. The wounds that it has always been entrusted to healing never fully close. The pain from the loss of those you love never fully subsides. The comfort to soothe that enduring pain comes from those loved ones who remain; through the stories…through the shared sorrow...through the memories. Time has done its best….but the healing only comes from those you love.