On
Christmas Eve 1959, hundreds of local teen-agers, braving minus
4-degree weather, climbed into their cars and drove through the snow to a
tiny parking lot on Northern Lights Boulevard.
Although the lot belonged to the Bun
Drive-In, the teens weren't there just for the hamburgers. They flocked to
the Bun, snarling traffic for blocks around, to hear what was happening in
a 5-foot-by-5-foot booth tacked onto the drive-in's roof.
At 6 p.m., the man in the booth put The
Coke Show, Anchorage's only rock 'n' roll radio show, on the air. The
show, which had been playing from a studio for the previous year, went --
in broadcasters' jargon -- live and remote.
The man in the booth was The Royal
Coachman.
"I was scared to death with that (first
live) show. If people didn't show up you'd feel like it was a flop," said
The Royal Coachman, who off the air answered to the name Ron Moore.
The booth's small electric heater failed
to keep its windows free of ice. To see out, Moore had to scrape furiously
whenever he had the time. Worse yet, the cold caused the turntable
to spin reeeeal slooow. Between 45s, Moore picked up the chilled turntable
and held it over the heater. For an hour, Moore scraped and thawed
and played a string of rock heavies --
Elvis Presley,
Bobby Darin,
Buddy Holly. In the cars below -- and all over town -- teen-agers
snapped their fingers to the beat from their radios.
The Coke Show had become a spot on the
map, not just a spot on the radio dial. In the cars, in the parking lot,
it was teen heaven.
For a generation of
Anchorage kids, The Coke Show was THE event, and the Bun THE place,
until both disappeared in the summer of 1970. There were other hangouts,
but the Bun had The Coke Show.
Earth angel, Earth angel,
Will you be mine.
My darling dear,
Love you all the time.
I'm just a fool.
A fool in love with you.
-- "Earth Angel," The Penguins, 1954.
Moore ended every Coke Show with The
Penguins' love lament. As the song's last refrain slowly faded, dozens of
teen-age girls sighed, wishing the song was meant for them. The Royal
Coachman was their dreamboat.
Moore developed The Royal Coachman theme
not long after he came to
Anchorage to work in radio.
"In the '50s and up until the English
Invasion, a lot of disc jockeys were what I called 'true personalities,"'
he said recently.
Moore invented The Royal Coachman while
watching TV in the
Whittier hospital, where he was recuperating from a hand injury.
The idea came from a movie about a prince and an ad featuring Budweiser's
Clydesdale-drawn coach.
"The music of The Royal Coachman took
you were you wanted to go," he said. "I didn't want to be limited. That's
the way you did things back then."
Moore hit
Anchorage with a fashion style that took local teens by storm. He
wore gold-lame jackets and ruffled satin shirts with "RC" embroidered on
the front. He always drove the showiest car in town.
One of his first cars was a black 1958
Cadillac with painted gold hubcaps and musical notes on the seat
covers. On the driver's-side door was "RC" in tall, gold letters. Later he
owned a red 1967 Cougar with "Here comes Ron Moore" spelled backwards
across the hood so it could be read in rearview mirrors.
Blushing teen-age girls, dressed in
tight pink cashmere sweaters and strapless gowns, crowded around Moore
during sock hops at their schools or local teen clubs. In their hands, the
girls clutched their "Ron Moore Fan Club" cards.
In the broadcast booth, Moore was a
rebel. He insisted on playing rock 'n' roll music despite the objections
of station managers who didn't believe that rock music could attract
advertising dollars.
"In those days you didn't play rock 'n'roll
on the radio. I was the renegade," Moore said. "I was the first disc
jockey (in
Anchorage) to play Elvis. The first to play the
Beatles."
The Coke Show was born when Moore got
Coca Cola, which sponsored many of the teen dances in town, to
sponsor a radio program for teen-agers. Despite the radio executives'
misgivings, the seven-day-a-week show drew the largest radio audience in
Anchorage for more than a decade.
Mooore now is one of those
executives, president of Northern Television Inc. He long ago traded in
his flashy clothes for subdued woolen, pin-stripped business suits. A gold
belt buckle with the initials "RM" and a small gold bracelet are all that
remain of The Royal Coachman. These days Moore hosts a weekly radio
program that features Big Band music.
We gotta get out of this place.
If it's the last thing we ever do.
We gotta get out of this place.
Girl, there's a better place for me and
you.
-- "We Gotta Get Out of This Place"
The Animals, 1965.
Jim Brown and his classmates played that song like it was the
national anthem at
West High School in 1966.
"We had a jukebox in the lunchroom and
we played it endlessly. We felt trapped here. Music was our link to the
Outside," Brown said. "I thought there was more to life than
Anchorage. I thought if it was OK here, it must be real good
someplace else."
For most of the 1960s,
Anchorage had three high schools, two television stations, two
movie theaters and four radio stations. Television showed weeks- old
programs. New movies were months in arriving.
There was one road in and one road out
of town, much narrower than they are today. Within the much smaller city
limits than exist today, local teens found room to carve up the town into
cliques -- greasers, soches, basies and in-betweeners.
Greasers were "car goons and piston
heads," Brown said. "They'd wear those Cuban-heeled boots." They lived in
Sand Lake and out on the back stretches of the Seward Highway,
what's now called the Old Seward Highway.
Soches (a term derived from society)
came from the west end of town -- Junior Achiever types. Basies were the
military brats.
Brown and a group of classmates were in-betweeners.
Calling themselves "The Rowdy Boys," they were as close to teen militants
as
Anchorage had in the 1960s.
They rebelled by going to school games,
filling a Kotex box with popcorn and passing it around in the bleachers.
They acted radical by trying to sneak long hair past school authorities.
"The principal and Bernie the Butcher
(vice principal Bernie Warren) used to actually stand in the hallways and
make sure your hair wasn't getting too long. You couldn't have a mustache
and your shirt tail had to be tucked in."
Anchorage's isolation-spawned innocence
also served as insulation from the political upheaval, student unrest and
drugs that had begun shaking apart the rest of the United States. It was
as if the 1960s had been put on hold and the 1950s extended.
Brown still lives in
Alaska. He left for a while, but he came back.
Well I'm not braggin' boys, so don't put
me down,
But I've got the fastest set of wheels
in town.
When someone comes up to me he don't
even try,
He says 'Is that a set of wings, man, I
know she can fly.'
-- "Little Duece Coupe,"
The Beach Boys, 1963.
Even in the 1960s the local road
warriors "cruised the gut" -- Northern Lights Boulevard. They do today,
too, but back then there was no Benson Boulevard, just the narrow, two-way
Northern Lights. Drivers circled along it from Spenard Road to the Seward
Highway and back, each time passing the Bun.
The original Bun stood on the site of
what is now the Office Lounge. A bigger Bun, with 311 parking spaces, was
built in 1964 on the next block east.
The Bun was a real drive-in, complete
with carhops -- girls with nicknames like "Putt Putt," who wore red pants,
white shirts and red lip stick. Occasionally they dumped food in your lap.
They didn't wear gloves, even in the coldest weather. It just wasn't cool.
They didn't wear jackets, either. They didn't want to cover their shapes.
The carhops and drivers were actors in
the Anchorage-style street theater. The director was the man in the booth.
Teen-agers would roar down the strip and
blow their horns when they passed the Bun, knowing that Moore, or disc
jockeys who later replaced him, would respond by blasting an air horn and
send the cruisers' names over the airwaves. Some of those names were
conferred by Moore, titles to match their cars. Guys like GTO Joe and
Tommy T-Bird became big wheels.
Nobody simply drove to the Bun -- they
made an entrance. Drivers would scream into the lot, slow down at the
"action microphone," then peel out. The microphone sent the sound of
spinning tires to listeners all over
Anchorage. The traffic got so fast that the Bun's owners had to
install the city's first speed bump in the parking lot.
"It was prestigious to cruise the Bun in
a nice rod," said Jim Tryck, Save I Class of 1970. "If you were in a hot
car you made a lot of noise. You wanted attention. If you were in your
folks' car, you'd just go quietly and park the car and get out."
Like everyone else, Tryck cruised the
Bun while listening to The Coke Show. He looked for parties and someone to
buy beer.
He also eyed the girl of his dreams,
Marti, and later married her. They have three children, including a
15-year-old daughter. They listen to the same music, except when she puts
on
The Clash.
This song goes out to Bobby dedicated
from Jill.
If he won't dance and run around she
knows his brother will.
-- "The Dedication Song," Freddy Cannon,
1966.
If high-schoolers were the stars of The
Coke Show, junior high students were the supporting cast. They weren't old
enough to drive to the Bun, but they participated from home, phoning in
dedications.
"I would call in like everybody else
from Wendler Junior High," said Janie Leask, "Of course, nobody really
identified themselves."
Not even Leask, who was a cheerleader at
East High until she graduated in 1966. These days the 36-year-old
Leask is president of the
Alaska Federation of Natives.
"Everybody listened to the Coke Show,"
said Jeff Gonnason, West High Class of 1969. "(It) was boss radio back
then ... See, all the others were real middle of the road ... playing a
lot of
Burl Ives stuff.
"I couldn't have it on when my dad was
eating. Said it messed up his digestion or something like that. He
couldn't eat to anything with a beat."
Gonnason, now 34 and an optometrist, can
afford all the radios he wants.
"The Coke Show was just one of those
things that were part of life back then. When I think of the good old
days, that's what I think of."
You can rock it, you can roll it.
You can stomp and even stroll it.
At the Hop.
Hop. Hop. Hop.
"At the Hop,"
Danny and the Juniors, 1958.
"You know, kids danced back then. They
danced all the way through the '60s," said Betty Poeschel.
Poeschel ought to know. She worked at
record shops from the time she arrived in
Anchorage in 1959. In 1965, she opened her own store, Betty's
Record Den. Teen-agers would hang out at her shop, sitting in tall, glass
booths to listen to records. Poeschel sold 45s for $1.
"You had to know how to order 45 records
back then. I mean the
Beatles, gosh, I ordered the
Beatles from
Seattle by the case."
But when the
Beatles stopped over in
Anchorage in 1965, Poeschel said, they never left their hotel
rooms. They snubbed the fans who gathered outside the Westward (now the
Anchorage Hilton), hoping for a glimpse of the Fab Four.
"They never gave the attention to the
fans that I felt they should have," Poeschel said.
In the crowd the
Beatles snubbed were teen-agers with the same dream four guys from
Liverpool once had. Just about every teen guy played in a rock 'n'
roll band. Poeschel said she counted 30 bands at one point.
The bands gave themselves names like The
Nomads, The Shandels, The Profits, The Johnson Brothers and The Outlaws.
Even The Quarrymen, a name John or Paul would have recognized.
They imitated everybody --
Elvis Presley,
The Everly Brothers, The
Kingston Trio,
The Beach Boys and
The Beatles. They wrote volumes of their own music and recorded it
in makeshift basement recording studios.
The bands sometimes played on the roof
of the Bun, alongside the booth. They also performed at local teen night
clubs such as Shindig City, The Royal Pad and The Cinnamon Cinder.
Boosting Anchorage's music were Moore,
Poeschel and her husband, Pretz. They operated Pacesetters, a non-profit
group, from 1965 to 1969. Pacesetters managed many of the bands, sponsored
countless dances and promoted dozens of rock concerts.
But by the late 1960s, dance fever had
cooled. Poeschel blames experimental rock.
"By the end of the 1960s, you'd have a
concert and they'd (teens) would sit and listen," she said. "What happened
to the Pacesetters is the kids stopped dancing."
There's something happening here.
What it is ain't exactly clear.
There's a man with a gun over there.
Tellin' me I got to beware.
-- "For What It's Worth,"
Buffalo Springfield, 1967.
"Are you kidding? Are you kidding? It
was like meeting
Dick Clark. It was just awesome. It was like meeting God," said
Frank Kennedy. The year was 1968. Kennedy was 17, an East High student,
and an aspiring deejay when he met Ron Moore.
Moore helped Kennedy cut an audition
tape. Seven tapes later, Moore hired Kennedy to work at KENI radio, the
station that aired The Coke Show.
While other deejays briefly hosted the
Coke Show -- Jim Cannon, G. Morgan S., Jerry Rose -- Moore and Kennedy are
remembered best.
In 1968, Moore handed the booth over to
Kennedy, who used the radio name Jerry Valle.
"Well, I mean, here I'm not even a
senior in high school and yet, here I'm hosting the number one station in
the state," Kennedy said.
But times had changed. The 1967 Summer
of Love had passed, acid rock was in. Teen-agers bought albums instead of
45s and disc jockeys were playing "album cuts" on the air.
"Things weren't so carefree anymore," he
said. "Lots of guys were still dying in Nam. There was the riots in
Chicago in '68, the Yippies. The militant underground was really
starting to surface."
Anti-war sentiment caused the demise of
a long-running local teen TV dance show, The Varsity Show, said Gene
Shedlock. Back then, Shedlock hosted that show, and for awhile The Coke
Show, under the nom de broadcast of G. Morgan S. The teen-agers wanted to
hear protest songs, station management didn't want them played and The
Varsity Show left the air.
But it was the politics of money and
style that ended The Coke Show.
"I was probably responsible for the
demise of The Coke Show," Moore said.
In the late 1960s, KENI radio executives
decided to change the station's format to more adult music. Outraged,
Moore defected to a rival station with several other KENI disc jockeys in
tow.
From there, Moore sought to knock KENI
off its ratings perch. He succeeded. He said that without the number one
slot, Coke and other sponsors left the show.
Progress, 1970s-style, also had a hand
in pulling the show from the air. The Bun's owners, Ken and Bobbie Haynes,
decided to build a mall in the Bun's place.
"You should have heard the people when
we took the (Bun) sign down," said Bobbi Haynes. "They said 'you can't do
that -- that's a landmark.' "
But the sign came down. The cars stopped
cruising the parking lot. The Coke Show was heard for the last time in
July 1970.
Kennedy, 35, still works as a disc
jockey on KFQD's evening shift. Like many kids who grew up in
Anchorage, he left for a while then came back. Looking back, he
says that life was different here for teens. Here, he says they got to be
carefree longer than elsewhere.
"Anchorage
was a perfect spot to get our own thing going. We didn't have satellites
and the immediacy of same-day programming. We created our own little world
here."