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would like to pay tribute to the true inspiration for this service CHUCK
RILEY who passed away Thursday (5/10/07) at his home in Los Angeles. For many years the line I would use to promote Chuck was "The VO guy the other VO guys looked up to." He was, to many, one of the best that ever lived. VoiceHunter.com truly does not exist without Chuck. In 1994 I was given the opportunity, as a program director, to use Chuck as the voice of a station I worked at in Hartford, CT. I had known and loved Chuck from many of the stations he worked with in the 80s and 90s such as Hot 97 (Hot 103) in New York, Power 106/Los Angeles and many others. I felt honored that the company I was with would invest in a talent of this caliber. Soon after his arrival on our airwaves he became as important a figure on the air as any of our air talent. He was 'Chuck the voice guy'. The relationship for Chuck and I started on the first call we ever had when we spoke for almost an hour about our families. We had a relationship that offered both of us ways to be creative with career opportunities together and often tested each other with new ideas. In 1997, after several years of discussing working together on projects, Chuck and I connected on working together to both manage and develop new station opportunities for him. Less than a year later when I was looking for a new career path and a business opportunity I could do on my own, I thought that the internet would be a great way to help radio stations find out more about Chuck Riley. The VoiceHunter.com model was simply a way to cast Chuck by having him available to hear with as many other voice talent as I could find to put on the service with Chuck to truly help show the industry that Chuck was THE best there was. Thanks to Chuck, I developed a relationship with his agents Rita Vennari and Mary Ellen Lord who both shared with me the great possibilities we could have together as we worked on additional marketing and exposure for many of their talent. This relationship which Chuck himself put together, launched not only VoiceHunter.com but the life I live. A life that is all of what I would have hoped would happen to me and I have Chuck Riley to thank for that. I am very saddened by his passing but I want to share the work of Chuck Riley for many years to come. I want it to inspire the voice talent of the future to strive to the depth of performance and gift of delivery that Chuck himself showed me to expect. Here is the best demo I can offer: http://www.voicehunter.com/Riley,Chuck.mp3. I can't describe how sad I am to listen to it but even more so - proud. On behalf of VoiceHunter.com and myself we extend our deepest sympathy to Chuck's family and close friends. We want to share the legacy of Chuck's amazing life and career, so for the next few days we are removing our website. In its place will be a site of remembrance. Please share your Chuck stories with us or words of sympathy and inspiration by e-mailing to talent@voicehunter.com. We believe this is what Chuck would have wanted. He is forgoing a funeral and instead asking if you can make even a slight contribution to Vitas Hospice, c/o Charitable Fund, 16830 Ventura Blvd., Suite 315, Encino, CA, 91436. Adam Goodman - President/VoiceHunter.com |
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Since
most of you don't know me, I was not only his partner for 17 years,
but his wife for the last twelve. I had the great fortune to know Chuck Riley through my work with Steve Smith at KNRJ/Houston---Emmis' Energy 96.5, in the late 80's. Like many Emmis rhythmic stations, we used Chuck for all of our major liners, sweepers, and promos. At the time, all of Chuck's sessions for our stations were done out of the Power 106 studios in Los Angeles, with Eric Edwards, also a great voice talent, doing the engineering. Invariably, Eric never edited the "tape" (Yes, it WAS still TAPE in those days!) That's because he never really had to edit. Chuck had an enviable way of nailing virtually every take and even though each was different, he would always give you several takes to use. That was tough, because we would often get into heated discussions about which take to use-they were all THAT good! We would often laugh because you could hear the 'tinkle' of the ice in Chuck's "beverage" in the background. One of the funniest memories I have is of Chuck going on and on between takes with phrases such as "Ooooh, this copy is SO dry who could write such a thing?!" or "they don't REALLY want me to say it that way, do they?!?" We would all laugh because Chuck's comments-I'm sure he thought they would be edited--would sometimes make Steve Smith red in the face and raving mad! But the amazing thing was-and even Steve would admit this in the end-that Chuck would usually say "let me try it like this " and whatever he would come up with would make the piece SO much better! Such was his talent. Our
news director at the time, Al Carson, was a huge fan of Chuck-almost obsessive!
Over time I got pretty good at mimicking Chuck's delivery, in a parodied
sort of way. After a while, a typical interaction between Al and I would
go like this: Me: "How's it going Al?" Al: "Great
say,
gimme some CHUCK!!" I would then, of course, be goaded into doing
my best Chuck Riley imitation, performing as if a trained animal. And
so, the words "Gimme some Chuck" soon became a legendary catch
phrase around our station! I
remember the first time I heard Chuck... I was the new GM at KEYN/KQAM-Wichita
in the 80's, which were owned by the legendary Jim Long and Charley Pride.
Long came to town and said there is a voice talent friend of his he wanted
me to hear and use on KEYN. I said sure, then listened to the voice...WOW!
Big, warm, compassionate, and kick ass, all in one! And a great sense
of humor with the outtakes. His presence in our radio business will be
missed. The
VO community has lost a dear friend and wonderful talent. Very
Sorry to hear of the loss of Chuck Riley for Voicehunter and our community...I
heard him many times while I was in radio...a great talent and example
for all of us in thid great business.... I
am very sorry for your loss, the loss of your business partner and friend. I
was working at KZLA as morning newsgoon and assistant ND, when Rollye
James, our assistant PD (a truly terrific talent and great fun to work
with) told me she was bringing in Chuck Riley from Indianapolis to do
mornings. Chuck was doing afternoon drive at the time...make that owning
afternoon drive at the time in Indianapolis. When Chuck arrived at KZLA
we were still playing Rock and Roll and our ARB had jumped from 2.3 to
3.3 because KIIS-AM went God and we ran ads on KIIS telling folks to join
us for the music they liked...and they did! Chuck
was my roommate at WKYC in Cleveland in 1967. He was a funny, loving and
caring person and I will miss him greatly. I helped him get started in
the VO business in LA when he quit WIBC in Indianapolis and just came
out to give it a try. We had a special bond and I am VERY sad to learn
of his passing. There was NO ONE better than Chuck at his business
ABSOLUTELY
NO ONE!! I guess that is all you can ask for out of life to be the VERY
best at what you do and have people who love you
.HE had both. I'm
going to miss you Chuck
..God Bless and rest in the peace that comes
from knowing you gave it all you had and it was the VERY BEST in the WORLD! I
worked with Chuck at CKY in Winnipeg and WIBC in Indianapolis. I could
write a book on Riley stories. ODE
TO CHUCK RILEY. But
in the end, his voice talents were right up there with the best of them...Orson
Welles, Ernie Anderson, Danny Dark, Don LaFontaine GOODBYE
CHUCK It
was decided that I would record Chuck in Indianapolis every other weekend
rather than flying him into Toronto. Not a good idea. On his "home
turf" Chuck was an even Bigger Son of a Bitch. One
of the psychological ploys I used on Riley during the recording of the
voicetracks was to tell him that I thought the Evolution of Rock could
be his ticket to The Big Time. My friend Ron Morey had just struck it
rich in New York as the Voice of General Motors. Ron had gotten his Big
Break as The Voice of Don't Say Hello I Listen to CHUM. I told Chuck I
thought he was better than Ron. He just needed an Attitude Transplant. I
couldn't believe I was having this conversation with him. What
a wonderful tribute to Chuck on your website. He was a giant of a man
in both stature and talent. One of the first times I ever worked with
him was around 1982 or so...I was hired to do a radio spot for a movie,
in which he played the voice of God and I played the dweeb God decided
to talk to. I'll never forget it because I had never had a "physical"
reaction to a voice before. I don't think I have since. We were at Prism
Recording in Hollywood. We were sitting at a table, he was directly across
from me and I'm not sure what my line was, perhaps something like, "God
what should I do about such and such..." He opened his mouth and
did his God lines. But his voice hit me square in the chest. Whenever
he read a line I could feel my chest reverberating. It was the weirdest
thing.
Damn,
he was GOOD. Two
Chuck Riley stories...one as an air talent...one as a VO God.
I
just wanted to let you know how deeply saddened I was to hear about Chuck's
passing. He was an extraordinary voice actor and our industry has suffered
a tragic loss of talent. With
heavy hearts we received the news of Chuck Riley's passing today. My
name is Ron Overmyer and I am proud to say Chuck and I were friends for
about 20 years. You
are so right...he will be missed... So
sorry to read about Chuck's passing. If you recall he was the VO for WTRG/Raleigh-Durham
2000 thru early 03. Great guy to deal with. Never crotchety like some
VO's. Always willing to do another read. In fact, I believe stuff I produced
as used as Chuck's oldies demo, which resulted in his signing WOGL/Philly. My
condolences on the death of your friend. Thanks
so much for your tribute to Chuck Riley. I'm
so very sad to hear of Chuck's passing. The world has lost an amazing
talent. I will miss his voice. I'm
shocked. He was truly a talent. What a great set of pipes. His voice will
truly be missed. Being in broadcasting for almost 40 years I heard Chuck's
voice everywhere. (WOGL Philly/WCBS) He'll truly be in my thoughts &
prayers. One
of the great guys in the business. I worked with Chuck at KOMA in Oklahoma
City and never wanted to follow him because he made me sound like a choir
boy. I have some great memories. I asked him stuff like "how much
did you pay for that convertible?" and he said, "I don't know.
I just asked them how much the monthly payments were." Thanks
for doing the tribute site. Chuck Riley was a giant in his field and one
of the people I credit with getting me hooked on radio. A
story that always made the rounds in Indy when I worked with Chuck's brother
Mike, is that the station ID for WIBC that Chuck cut in the 70s was still
in use 10 years later and it drove Chuck crazy. That same ID, with Chuck's
booming, unmistakable voice - "Radio Indiana...WIBC, Indianapolis"
is still in use today.
I was a radio major at Butler University from 1972-76, so he was an early inspiration. Paul Bernard
Please give his family my very best. Charlie
Quinn - CBS Radio/San Diego My
fondest memory of my beloved brother in law occurred in January of 1998.
We were on our way to Century City Hospital and Chuck was scheduled for
surgery that morning. On the way he smoked one cigarette after another.
Since I am an R.N., I was horrified and told him he wasn't allowed to
smoke before an operation. He said, "Well, these are just to hold
me over until they are finished fixing my foot." After 6 hours of
surgery, and still groggy from the anesthesia, he was told he was being
taken to a private suite. They wheeled the gurney in and the room was
the size of a closet. Noticing this Chuck looked at my sister and said,
" Honey, look, they gave me the Billy Barty suite." The orderlies
started laughing and then all of us just cracked up. He continued to make
fun of all the staff and doctors, he would yell out, "Did some of
you go to the Marquis De Sade School of Medicine or what." An unexpected
visitor arrived and he seriously said to everyone in the room, "Did
I die?" I am a freelance recording engineer in Los Angeles, and I have had the privilege of recording Chuck every Wednesday since 1999. At that time, I was working for Prism Recording, and I was just a 22 year old "kid" trying to break into the business. My boss at the time, Pat, says to me, "We have a new client for you." I thought, "Wow, I have my own client!" Pat then says, "You gotta have thick skin though, he's gonna give you a hard time. But once you prove yourself, he'll love you." I shrugged and said, "Sure", not knowing what to expect. Well, let's just say those first few sessions were scary. I remember being scared to tell him that he had popped a "P", and that I would need another take. He used to make me play the audio back to him to prove that he had indeed popped a "P". Then he would grunt and mutter something under his breath, and do another take. However, I realized that after a short while, he stopped giving me a hard time, and he began to trust me. Of course, I had no idea at the time that I was working with such a legend. As time went on, Chuck and I developed a great friendship. Most Wednesdays, we spent 10% of our time recording and 90% of the time just shooting the breeze. He was an encyclopedia in so many areas. He used to give me long lectures about the military, politics, nature, and animals. Most people don't know that Chuck wanted to be a veterinarian when he was young, and he really loved animals. He would tell me about his dogs, or watching the birds when he lived in the Hollywood Hills, or even dealing with the water moccasins in Louisiana. He truly loved his Cajun roots, and he loved to tell me stories of his youth. Despite our age difference, we realized that we actually had a good time together. In fact, we eventually realized that we shared the same birthday! Chuck and I did so many sessions over the years, and, during that time, I learned a great deal from him about the art of voice over. I also learned a great deal about writing copy because we all know that Chuck would re-write every piece of copy put in front of him. He would always say, "I can't write, but I can edit like a mofo." After a few years, I could tell him what changes he was going to make to the copy before he said a word, and he would always get a kick out of that. Like many before me have said, if you could get past the gruff exterior, you would find a very gentle man with a huge heart. He was also one of the funniest men I have ever met. His humor was definitely not for the faint of heart, but it sure was funny. I have so many "Chuck" stories that I could go on forever. But most importantly, despite being difficult sometimes, he was very appreciative to those around him. After every session, he would shake my hand, look me in the eye, and say "Thank you I mean it." And he did mean it. We did our
last session on March 21st. Obviously, I didn't know it was going to be
our last session, but I remember that he didn't quite have the same zest
that he usually did (I don't think that he was feeling well at all). But,
like a true pro, he came in and did his job. I put the copy in front of
him, he told me what he didn't like about the copy, and then he proceeded
to re-write most of it. Just like every other session we had done together.
Except this time, I wish I had taken the time to thank HIM, instead of
him thanking me. I
will be devoting the bulk of my weekly column next week to Chuck. Having
grown up listening to The Wrath of the Buzzard in Central Indiana, he
certainly made an impression on me. Memories
of Chuck I
started my radio career at CKY in Winnipeg as a board op, I worked with
Chuck for 2 hours everyday. My job was to be his gopher, in production. "You're
living the life of Riley ... on WIBC." I first met Chuck Riley in
Indianapolis in the early 70's. I was a young man, perhaps 21 or 22, working
full-time while attending school full time. I worked in the office of
an Indy tire store, Jake Feld Tire Company. Chuck was good friends with
the store owner, John Tatum. Chuck often would bring his Datsun 240Z to
the store for our latest imported tires, usually Pirelli or Dunlop. And
I would get to drive him to the radio station, a two-story brick building
on North Illinois Street, for his afternoon "drive home" show.
The store advertised on his show. And when it was time for our 60-second
spot, Chuck would ad-lib the whole thing. Needless to say, each commercial
was top-notch, totally unique and straight from the heart ( read: very
effective advertising). Many times Chuck invited me in, right into the
room where he sat, while he was on the air. How lucky I was to get to
see him "show his stuff." I was completely in awe of what he
could do while on the air. Do this, see that! Think this, say that! He
was amazing to watch! But more than this, I was in awe of his zest for
life. As many of you have already written, Chuck devoured life! Of Chuck
Riley, John Tatum used to tell me, "Some people rust out; others
burn out. Chuck is one who will burn out." John meant this as a high
compliment to Chuck's love of life. I'm
a voiceover artist and have been a producer for a very long time.. so
I've worked with everyone.. and I worked with Chuck a lot... and it was
always an experience. Chuck I met Chuck when I went to work at WIBC as the all night guy Chuck was the champion and defender of all the "little people" and I was the "little-ist of the little" that summer. Chuck was supportive, gave me his time and guidance and I quickly moved to 7-12 and then on to mornings at WNAP. Chuck is the Godfather of my daughter Stephanie and he and Katy were great and warm friends I think that all of us that labored at the "Two Story Brick" on North Illinois have Chuck to thank for the professionalism that flourished in that legendary building. His creativity and professionalism were a huge part of the foundation that built Fairbanks into a great company and contributes to this day to the success of some of the best radio stations and broadcast groups in the country. One quick story; when I was doing all nights at WIBC. News Director Fred Heckman taught me to write news as he and Gary Todd did all talk from 5-6am. (the show was a forerunner of the 5am start most morning shows do now) I wrote the 5:30 and the 10 minute 6am casts. No rip and read at WIBC! Chuck was filling in for Gary and he and Fred were really rolling. Harry Andrews, the long time WIBC Farm Director, did two farm reports during the hour. After the 2nd report, Chuck began questioning Harry; "Harry, maybe you can help me out ..what exactly is a canner?" ."a cutter"? "a slote"? and what exactly are "scours and why do calves have to take medicine for them?" .he pushed old Harry into the details like, "how do you know if a heifer is a virgin"? Chuck tied Harry into knots and Fred was laughing so hard I thought he was going to have a heart attack absolutely great radio. Many of you only know Chuck from the voice-over world and he was a force! However, those of us who worked with Chuck in radio know that he was one of the finest jocks to ever grace the air waves. Maybe the very best! I know Chuck
is having a rather heated discussion right now with St Peter on how disappointed
he is with the Pearly Gates and his reception there
and no, he won't
do any fill in for God because the copy sucks! Chuck
was one of my dearest friends for over 25 years. I was lucky enough to
be one of the first, if not the first in Los Angeles to work with Chuck.
I was working with Harry Marks at ABC, who said to me, "I found the
next Ernie Anderson." And everyone knows how much Ernie had changed
the world of voice over announcers. Harry had heard of Chuck when he was
working in Indiana I believe. He brought Chuck in to read some ABC O&O
spots for Family Feud. When I met Chuck he was shy if you can believe
it. Once he opened up his mouth, it was pure gold. I knew he was nervous
as he sat down next to the Everyone knows what an incredible talent Chuck was, but I'm proud to say I truly got to know what a sweet, generous, tender man he was. I worked with Chuck for years at CBS. I had the "very easy" task of directing his reads for various promos, which usually meant sweet-talking him into reading copy that "didn't make any damn sense"...or coaxing him into say the word "GEM" instead of "JIM"...or begging him to save all stories until we were able to satellite the spot we were waiting to announce so it could air in the east coast in time. Finding only one story to tell about Chuck is as difficult as keeping Chuck to telling only one story, but I think I'd have to say that one of my fondest memories was a Saturday that Tina, Scott ,and I spent with Chuck. We started off with a visit to his shooting range. He was so proud to watch us keep our hands steady and hit the same mark over and over again. We then went to his house for a huge BBQ with Cher. Instead of allowing us to help with the preparation and grilling, he told us to go swimming and let him take care of everything. As we swam, Chuck came out of the house wearing an apron (I swear), and carrying a tray with glasses and a jug of Cherry Kool-Aid. I hadn't had Kool-Aid in years (by choice), but Chuck was so proud that he made it himself, that we all drank it...and actually, it was the BEST Kool-Aid I had ever had. Chuck went on to tell us that the secret was "doubling up on the Kool-Aid packets". When Chuck noticed that some crows in a tree near the pool were pooping and cawing uncontrollably, he went inside, then returned with a loud BB gun. He started shooting at them, and shouting for them to "get the hell off his property". We laughed as we dodged wayward BB's. The BBQ was delicious, the stories were riveting, everyone had a great time...until the police showed up after responding to a complaint about "shots fired"...it was adventure for us, but just an average Saturday for Chuck. Chuck, your
knowledge and lust for life is incomparable. We love you and the world
is a duller place without you in it. What
sad news....Chuck was an incredible talent & a truly decent man. My
first encounter with Chuck was producing radio & tv spots for a Van
Halen album & Chuck had the "Voice Of God" read. I was an
independent producer/engineer and talked Chuck into doing some additional
VO's for me and put together a reel that I pitched to Warner Brothers
Records. From that demo I had Warner Records as a client for over 15 years
and used Chuck on a number of spots!!! My thoughts & prayers go out
to Michael D. & the rest of Chuck's family I
remember Chuck with great fondness and respect. When we were putting a
new coat of paint on WCBS-FM, we wanted a fresh voice to image the station.
Ziggy Pelzer was our in-house guy and he was great but we felt we needed
another set of pipes to put sparkle in the sound of the station. I listened
to dozens of auditions and many were great but when Steve Rivers and I
sat down and went through all the demos, we both knew we'd found the right
guy after hearing Chuck deliver the goods. It was a pretty simple decision,
sort of like having the first pick in the draft and seeing Michael Jordan
standing there on the sidelines smiling at you. Signing Chuck in New York
was a great coup for us. I am so deeply saddened to learn of the passing of Chuck
Riley. So much has been written about the unique personality and on-air persona that was Chuck Riley. Chuck had an intense spirit of competition, even with other announcers at the station where he was working. As a young morning talent on WNAP Indianapolis, I would occasionally get a phone call from Chuck regarding some celebrity that was due to visit the city. If Chuck couldn't work the guest into his ultra-busy afternoon show, he would call me at home and gruffly tell me about the potential guest "because I don't want that other SOB to get him." Of course, the guest would arrive, do the appearance on my show and then be ushered by a producer to Gary Todd's show on WIBC. For whatever reason, Chuck just wanted to help this brash young kid not miss an opportunity. Little did Chuck or I know that, several years later, I would face the challenge of stepping into the huge chasm Chuck left at WIBC when he moved to LA. I was one of many that tried, but couldn't quite live up to that amazing PM Drive legend that was Chuck Riley. In retrospect, to have lasted two years and pulled at least one comparable rating book was some kind of a miracle. Chuck also couldn't pass up a good line. In 1978, I was about to begin a 20-year run anchoring radio broadcasts of unlimited hydroplane racing. Chuck's newsman and Indy Speedway radio network icon Lou Palmer later became part of the broadcast team. It seemed only natural to call Riley about cutting some of the intros and bumpers for the broadcast. When I asked him how things were at WIBC he said, "Richards, if murder were legal, I'd hide out behind the coffee machine with a grease gun and take out every one of those self effacing sons-of-bitches." Well! Apparently, somebody had just done something. Chuck could say things just because it was a damned good line and he didn't want to waste it. I can't imagine a hateful cell in his body. If Chuck's passing does nothing more, it has brought back memories of the most exciting times some of us had in radio. It has reminded us of why we got into the business in the first place. It has allowed us to reflect on the times when radio featured personalities that, as George Johns would say, "walked up to the hot stove, but never touch it." It was a time of true personality radio. Chuck Riley was, indisputably, one of the best. Ever. Bob "Richards" Foster, Consultant / ME&V Advertising
+ Consulting It's been over a week since Chuck got booked on the
big session in the sky, Orson, Ernie, Brad, Michael and Danny are finally
getting some relief...Chuck died at 66, that would be 132 years in anybody
else's life, but I still find it hard to believe that he's gone. My friend
lived every square inch of his life and set an example for others to explore
theirs, whether they liked it or not. A guy who could find more meat on
a chicken bone, savour the last drop of wine like it was a full glass,
shed a tear at the beauty of a well designed machine, and laugh like thunder.
This was the Chuck Riley I knew and loved. I first met Chuck in the early
80's when I was a sound engineer at Prism Recording in Hollywood. There
were only a handful of Voiceover artists back then, and you had to be
a God to be in game. Chuck was busy counting the words in his script,
hoping to get someone to trim it from a "90" to a 60. Chuck
was plagued with the conscience of a professional. If he saw a way to
make a script better, flow better, or be grammatically correct, you heard
about it, but back then, I swear more people came to Chuck to polish and
iron out the bumps. Chuck was glad to do it, hey, his name was on it."
I love it when I win one of these little battles", he used to say.
The more daily battles Chuck won the better he slept, and you wouldn't
want a guy like Chuck roaming around your town at 3 or 4 in the morning
suffering from lack of sleep. Chuck could use all the hours in a day,
and then some. 2 am was usually about all I could take. Back when drinking
and driving was legal in this town, did I know 2 am. For me, work rarely
ended before 10, about the time Chuck would voice his last promo. One
night Chuck and I went out to dinner, it lasted for about 10 years, till
I got married, and he re-married. We ate most of the city, from the chili
at Barney's Beanery, to 6 pound lobsters at the Palm's. The steaks and
pasta from Gino's in Woodland Hills to the blazing 10 Star curries of
Canard de Bombay. We chugged tequila with my first chipotle peppers and
twice re-fried beans behind the counter with the owner, Joseph at the
original Seranada de Garabaldi in Boyle Heights and we survived literally
hundred's of nights with Pat Prendergast and Joe Stewert eating the magnifcent
spicy frogs legs with stir fried chilies at Chao Praya, they called him
"Big Guy"... not to mention all the watering holes along the
way, we closed them all. Chuck would tell stories of his childhood in
Louisiana, like chasing his Grandmother's favorite sow down by the river,
trying to pull off all the water moccasins clamped to it's belly. His
father burying one arm bandit slot machines in the local swamps, and of
a mysterious map of where to find them. Of his early radio days when he
accidentally sat on a centerpiece giant jello map of Canada in Winnipeg,
at a Christmas party. When he flew around the world, in a radio promotion,
without sleep, stopping at hundred's of airport's. I seem to remember
he did one of those 2 week stints on a roller coaster. Whatever I had
done in my life, Chuck had done hundred's of times bigger, with more powerful
headlights and sirens blaring. He was not boastful, just wouldn't settle
for a mediocre time. If Chuck did something, operators were standing by.
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FROM LARadio.com Chuck Riley: "The VO Guy the Other VO Guys Looked Up To" (May 14, 2007) You may never have listened to Chuck Riley but you certainly heard him over the decades. For many years he was the station voice at KBIG. Dave "Chaci" Denes remembers the big ID at the top of the hour was his: "It six o' clock in the West on Southern California's BIG FM!" On Thursday, Chuck Riley passed away at his home in Los Angeles. He was 66. Neil Ross, a voiceover legend himself, said, "Chuck was one of the greatest promo guys ever. Unless you've tried it, you have no idea how difficult that work is. You have to be able to switch on a dime from tragedy to comedy and somehow fit it in between the sound and video bites. I watched Chuck at work at CBS on more than one occasion and he truly was [to coin an overused term] awesome. His reads were impeccable, his timing was flawless. More than once I saw him nail an extremely complicated promo on the first take without even bothering to look at the script ahead of time." (Photo above from the early 90s: Bill Ratner, Don LaFontaine, [female friend ID unknown] Mark Elliot, Chuck Riley, Ernie Anderson and Steve Kamer) Memories of Chuck Riley from Rollye James I'm truly shattered at Chuck's passing but so many people have asked so many questions over the past few days, that I managed to put some of my thoughts down on paper. Feel free to share them. Other than his brother, I probably knew Chuck longer than anyone reading what I've written. I know I loved him as much as anyone has ever loved a friend. Chuck was born in Kaplan, Louisiana-- real Cajun country. His dad got a Western Auto franchise so they moved to Duncan Oklahoma in '52, where Chuck went to Jr & Sr. High School. He had two brothers, the youngest of which Michael D. Hanks (who is a very accomplished voice over guy himself but who will always be WNAP's Buster Bodine to me) was born in Duncan. Chuck was on KOMA (in Oklahoma City-- legendary Storz 50kw station). It was there that young Art Ferguson came to work and it was Chuck who suggested the name Charlie Tuna. Chuck's early resume reads like a Vox Jox column, with a number of legendary stations including CKY in Winnipeg, where he met up with George Johns. Back in the states in Cleveland (WKYC-- another legendary 50kwer at 1100) he worked with Chuck Knapp and LARP legend Jack Armstrong. He roomed with Armstrong for a while. That was an amazing duo, and I know Jack still has tons of fond memories. When Jim Hilliard became GM at WIBC in Indianapolis [the flagship Fairbanks station], he brought George in as PD and Chuck in for afternoon drive where he remained through the '70s. At that time, I was Jim Hilliard's first [and only] full time female jock. In truth I was hired because of quotas and the fact I had a 1st class license and wanted to work nights. Absolutely no other female fit that bill, so I'm pretty sure that they never listened to the tape. It was my lucky day. Chuck and I became immediate friends-- we were so close that Hilliard banned us from being in the station at the same time. I'm not sure what he feared would happen, but whatever it was, I'm sure Chuck didn't need me to do it. He was entirely capable of creating havoc without me. Here's one of my favorite examples: Chuck did afternoons, and winter was perfect for him. Covered in snow, the station lawn at 2835 N. Illinois was the cooler for his 'show prep' - which was usually supplied by Johnny Walker Black. But Chuck couldn't always find his stash, so the number of bottles mounted as winter went on. This was our little probably - not-so secret - until the unseasonably warm weather melted the snow one afternoon while he was on the air. It never occurred to him to send someone out to retrieve his inspiration, and following the edict, I wasn't there to do any cleanup - so you can envision what greeted Mayor Hudnet when he drove by. The resulting mayoral call [paraphrasing now] 'Is this the home of 50,000 watts or winos?' still makes me smile. Whatever money Chuck made [$50,000 from the station - back then, big money - and the same amount from voiceovers out of Chicago], he'd spend and then some. He had several cars. I was always a Corvette driver and hence had a 'snow car'-- an old Cutlass. Chuck borrowed it and became attached (for reasons I still can't fathom.) When I moved to Jacksonville, it took me months to get him to give me that car back. [He finally had an intern from the station drive it down.] Shortly thereafter I went home [I'm an Angeleno] and wound up programming KPOL. This was when Cap Cities owned it. It couldn't pass a proof of performance so they couldn't sell it until the engineering issues were fixed - no one cared about this station in the interim. I called it Radio Poland, but in my brief time there, I turned it into 'Cap Cities Moving and Storage' bringing anyone who always wanted to come. I knew George Johns wanted to be a consultant, so I pushed for that. His first order of business was hiring a male pd since the gm confided he wasn't comfortable with a woman, which was fine by me at that point. Before I was completely gone, I paved the way for Chuck Riley to come and do mornings. Chuck was comfortable coming out once George was consulting, but he made me promise a $50,000 salary, same as Indianapolis [this is 1979] so that if he failed at voiceover, he wouldn't starve. By the time he physically arrived, I was gone, but George got him the money and made it happen along with a new pd, Jim Wood, and a call letter change to match the fm, KZLA. Chuck's first week in L.A., he visited an old friend from Winnipeg, Bill McDonald, who was then working for Chuck Blore. Chuck got work the same day. He did a Coors Light spot that first week. ['The surprise is how good it tastes!', which they sped up to make a 60 a 30, making him a chipmunk - but he got residuals for a decade.] He was able to leave KPOL turned KZLA-AM-FM within days [ok it was months, but it was quick] of his arrival, and never once had to worry about money since then. That first year I made maps for him to get everywhere. Years later, he still had the maps but probably knew as much as I did about L.A. surface streets [at least those on the West side and in the Valley - he was perennially lost in the San Gabriel valley or surrounding counties]. I remember showing him Palmdale when he first arrived [after explaining that Valencia real estate would really take off]. Coming back on the Antelope Valley Freeway, Chuck said 'Damn. It's 100% uphill on the way there and 75% uphill on the way back. How is that possible?!' I still laugh at that every time I'm on that road. In '82, his marriage fell apart. I got a phone call from him [inebriated as only Chuck could be], asking me to pick him up. I asked where he was and he said 'in a tree.' He had driven his Porsche into a bush at the Formosa. I brought him home to my apartment in Bel Air where he briefly lived on my couch. [This was more than I could take and I remember saying after a few days, 'Chuck I'm going to 7-11.' As I shut the door, I added 'in Dallas.' I was gone for a month and by the time I got back he was situated elsewhere.] We stayed in touch through several more of my moves. Our politics were closely aligned so we had a great time comparing conspiratorial notes in the '90s. The last time I saw him was '99, when I came in from Philadelphia. A friend of mine, Steven B. Williams [another of my closest friends who sadly is gone too], wanted to meet him. We went to lunch - and dinner. Later that night he told me how unhappy he was. That was another commonality through the years. I think what first clicked between us was an understood despair and a common choice of defense in an acerbic sense of humor. Chuck was among the last of the breed of radio folk who mesmerized me in the '50s and early '60s, on and off the air. Very few of his ilk were still with us, let alone thriving financially. I vowed to be in better contact. And for a while I was. Then life intervened, and I remember getting a message from him one Christmas a few years ago [before I moved again, this time to the Canadian border in the Rockies], and embarrassingly not returning that call. I always meant to ... not staying in touch was my loss. I
could fill pages of Chuck Riley stories, but so could anyone who knew
him. He could light up a room with the twinkle in his eye. Always the
life of the party, and forever capable of putting a smile on anyone's
face, the sad truth is Chuck was rarely smiling inside. I've lost far
too many good friends in the past from murders to suicides [both plural]
and all manners of illness in between, but losing Chuck has rendered me
inconsolable. It's the hardest I've ever been hit by anyone's passing.
I'm finding some comfort in knowing he's in a place that's finally bringing
him the happiness that he brought to everyone but himself while he was
here. For some time now, I had 'Call Chuck' on my to-do list. Now it will
be a really long distance call. I meant to do it, but life got in the
way. Don't let that happen to you. Call someone you love right now."
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