As the new year was ushered in, Pittsburgh was preparing for a trauma -
possibly another San Francisco earthquake, the Johnstown Flood, or the
sinking of the Titanic ... right in beautiful downtown Pittsburgh. They
were ready for anything - and go the expected - when a zealous, animated,
jaunty, vivacious earth-shattering Jim Quinn reappeared at the broadcasting
studios of radio station KQV. After an absence of only six months, Jim
returned to KQV and received a reception that included thousands of screaming
teenyboppers, young adults and grandmothers, as they swarmed the streets
to welcome him back home.
Recalling that frantic day, Jim says, "the turnout was unbelievable. Wherever
we went, there were caravans of autos from one end of the city to the other.
Some even had 'welcome back' scrawled on their cars in black shoe polish!"
With a reaction like that, it's easy to understand why the six-foot, blue-eyed,
blonde Quinn says that Pittsburgh people really "knock him out."
Their loyalty to the disc jockey is deep-seeded and goes back as far as
1967 when he joined KQV Radio. With a wacky wit, he still tickles their
fancies six days a week from 7 p.m. to midnight.
Described by the star of "Jim Quinn's Disaster Area," the show is "wild,
funny, loud and most of all, it is rumored that listening to it can destroy
brain cells in the cerebral cortex," which all sounds very serious to the
medical profession, but to those that know Jim, it's great!
"Anybody who wants to spend five hours escaping from reality doesn't have
to indulge in steam bath, an LSD experience, or hiding in a closet. With
the aid of my fictitious 'yum-yum' tree, I offer relaxation, and excitement
to my friends," the personality says.
"The man-eating yum-yum tree is able to consume distasteful people, and
if my listeners have a teacher or boyfriend they dislike or are angry with,
they can vent their hostility by calling me on the air and feeding the
undesirable to the tree. After a few gurgles, crunches and 'ganarffs,'
the tree chews, swallows and eliminates the unfortunate. Although, it's
a healthy and good outlet for the kids." he analyzes.
Being just 24, Jim understands today's young people, which accounts for
his popularity. "The music concept is there, but while I'm clowning. I'm
also communicating and it's easy to get close with my young listeners.
I really care about what they think, feel and do, and I'll defend them
when they are right and gently put them down when they're wrong," he says.
Sometimes when defending them the object of his controversy is some "bullwork"
of the establishment. Besides giving his boss a few gray hairs, according
to Jim, he attacks anyone and anything.
"Most personalities," Jim says, "try to deal with the kids with the outlook
that everything is 'groovy kids!' But today's youth doesn't buy that kind
of approach. They want someone to talk to them like they were human beings
- someone who cares about the things that are important to them, and someone
who lends a sympathetic ear to their gripes. The key is to communicate
with them on a credible basis," he philosophizes. |
Our junior psychologist was born, bred and raised in Red Bank, New Jersey
somewhere in February 1946m First ambition to him was to be a saxophone
player and his enthusiasm for the instrument carried though his high school
when he had several bands, Radio first got into his blood during his sophomore
year, when he was pushing a record from station to station. Educated at
Newark, New Jersey's St. Benedict Prep and Cleveland, Ohio's John Carroll
University, it wasn't until Cleveland that he pursued the field of broadcasting.
"I hung around WCUY-FM in Cleveland heights so much, they gave me a job,"
he remembers.
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picking up a good backlog of radio experience, he went on to bigger and
better things. At WING in Dayton, Ohio, he met up with his heart-warming
memory of the day he helped raise more than $13,001 for a 17-year-old girl
who needed a kidney machine. "People were coming off the streets to donate
their paychecks."
And back to Pittsburgh, he came across a promise that had to be fulfilled.
"I swore to Mt. Lebanon high School that if they lost the championship
football game, I would sleep out under their goalpost. They did and so
did I." The muscles are still hurting from that sore event.
Basically gentle (except for his Irish temper which does not often show
itself) and understanding, Jim loves everything that lives. "I hate violence,
unless in self defense, narrow minds and prejudice," he admits, and adds
that his life is guided by his thoughts, "the hate stops here. hate cannot
thrive if you return love and absorb the hate. It can only live if you
pass it on; if you stamp it out, it can change the world."
The loves of his life are fast-paced: sports cars, motorcycles, football,
baseball and car racing. The more stable hobbies that he pursues with gusto
are girls and amateur radio. Sometimes as a change of pace, he straps some
clothes onto his motorbike and goes a travelin' - sans maps and direction
- just takes off!
"I'm happy, and for me it's easy to achieve. I'm doing a job I love, and
am living in a city where people did me and what I do. Life is a beautiful
experience to touch, feel love and live.' Jim is a tender and peaceful
human being who believes that so many people slave, worry and sweat, trying
so hard to make life "turn out right" - and when it does, they are too
burned out to enjoy it.
Most of Jim's meditation is done right in his own backyard, which is located
in the modern Pennsbury Village apartment. He lives the gay life of a bachelor,
partying, joking, entertaining and cooking gourmet, taste-tempting, palate-pleasing
dishes. If he isn't careful, some young Pittsburgh gal will eliminate his
carefree life.
"just let her try," the stalwart single warns. With all his talents and
contentment, this personable, sensible, wacky and vibrant young man would
make a perfect husband for some ambitious gal. She'd also need as much
intestinal fortitude as can be mustered up to compete with Jim Quinn's
bevy of beauties. The quantity is enough to fill the entire city of Pittsburgh.
Have I got a girl for him! |