Sunday, October 8, 2017

LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL? my life that means an oncoming train. Bring it.

Dad turned 85 this July - Espo has been kind to us 

So, last we spoke I was prepping for Irma and we made it safe. The storm cost me money I don't have and to this day there are piles of debris scattered all around south Florida and it'll take a while for the effects to fully be dealt with. But when one thinks of the disasters around just our own country, it's hard to complain. My family is alive and safe. My prayers go out to all of those dealing with this years storms and of course, those in Las Vegas. I'm glad my friend Troy is ok.

I won't bore you with's been a rough time here at Hockeybird. However, HOCKEY IS BACK! Yup, I turned on the TV and there it was.

Honestly, it's just not as enjoyable right now. I used sports as an escape from our everyday problems....politics, the news as it is. Our world is upside down and yet, it was watching hockey after I retired that made me happy. I'm just not there yet. I sure hope you are.

The Panthers have a young team with a new coach and I don't have great expectations this year. They'll need a few seasons together to really develope. Don't give up on them.....just don't expect a Cup this year. Yes, it's another tough season for Cats fans. Attendance is going to be an issue while this team tries to find it's identity. I can see positive steps but.....too many moving parts right now. The Cats are a work in progress and it's been a roller coaster ride for the fans.

The Rangers......geeze......I dunno. I felt like the window had closed when they failed the season after the Cup run. I don't see anything that changes that. Henke isn't going to get better anymore as he had in years past. The team itself isn't built on paper to dominate the East and while they may get a playoff birth, I don't get a Cup feel from them either. Like the Cats I can see some positive steps......but there's a few issues I have with the roster and for whatever reason, management doesn't see it the way I do. The center position just isn't strong enough. I like Stephan but he's not a number one in this league. He has come close but his numbers speak for themself. Mika Zibanejad has quickly become a favorite of mine but he's also not quite a number one. I have hope for him though.

Granted, I'm not paying attention as I have in the past. Don't go making bets on my words here. But, as someone who someone who knew this game well......both teams look as if there isn't a real confidence from top to bottom. It's just a feeling I'm getting.

Tell ya what, let's get 20 games in or so.......that's a good benchmark. We can revisit the feel of each team then.

I want to thank everyone who reached out, I'm impressed and a bit overwhelmed. It's nice to know that you care that much. My girls and I are OK and we will march on. If it comes to it, I'll open a go fund me page but we are OK right now.

Since I'll need a diversion I do plan on watching as much Hockey as possible. You know me, I can't shut I'll post when I can but it's possible I could find a way to use Hockeybird to heal. No promises.....just a warning :-)

----}- Bird

Friday, September 8, 2017

Irma & 9-11

Hello NY, South Florida and everywhere else........because of the impending hurricane I need to get this posted now in case we lose electricity. Each year I post this and this is a tradition I refuse to break. This story is true and we can never forget those 60, those 343 or the nearly 3000 civilians.

I hope George is OK today.

See ya after the hurricane, I hope.

The following is just one of thousands of stories being told about September 11th in NYC. This one is written by someone I know. Read his story and think of those who will never get the chance to tell theirs. - Bird

What I've written here is a sequence of events of my experiences on September 11, 2001, the day the World Trade Center was attacked. I've written it for myself so I wouldn't forget any of the details or sequence of events. Details tend to get jumbled up in one's head or forgotten over time. So, forgive me if it seems a little over-detailed.

I got to work, on the 74th floor of WTC1, at 8:00 am. At about 8:30 or so, I went to the cafeteria to get my usual coffee, milk and danish. To get to the caf, which was on the 43rd floor, I had to go to the 44th floor and take an escalator down one floor. Returning from the caf with my food, I entered an elevator in the bank of elevators that serviced floors 67-74.

A little note on how the elevators worked in the building. From the ground floor, if you had to go to an office on any floor up to the 40th floor, you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor. If you had to go to a floor from the 75th floor on up, you took one elevator to the 78th floor lobby and then you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor. If you had to go to a floor from the 41st through the 74th floor like me, you took one elevator to the 44th floor lobby and then you went to a bank of elevators and took an elevator to your floor.

So, I got into an elevator that serviced floors 67-74. Five other guys got in after me, the last fellow being a window washer. He was carrying his bucket of soapy water with his squeegee and his wooden extension pole. The elevator started moving. Suddenly it stopped and banged violently from side to side. The lights were still on. We pushed the emergency call button to call for help. As far as we were concerned, the only thing that happened was that the elevator had stopped. No one answered right away so we pushed the alarm button. We pried the doors open only to find a wall in front of us with "50" chalked on it. Apparently, we were stuck at the 50th floor. We closed the doors and then someone answered our calls for help and I believe said something about an explosion in the building.

Then I smelled smoke. This changed things. We had to get out. I got out my handkerchief and covered my nose and mouth. Then I remembered that it was better to wet it so I dipped it in my milk. I suggested to the others to do the same. We pried open the doors again and laid down the window-washer's pole to keep the door open. It was the perfect size. Now we started kicking the hell out of the wall in front of us. It was no use. It was sheetrock, a.k.a. plasterboard or drywall, in 2 feet wide sections with a steel frame around it. It hardly moved. We would have to dig through it.

Nobody had a knife or any tools. The only thing I had was my keys. The window-washer, John, pulled out his squeegee and another fellow, also named John, starts digging into the wall with it. This second John turned out to be Deputy Director of Operations for the World Trade Center. The squeegee had a sturdy metal piece, which held the rubber part in place. All this time the smoke is getting worse.

John the director and I both had cell phones but neither one of us could get a signal. As they worked on chipping through the wall, I climbed up on a handrail on the elevator wall and the back of another fellow to try to find a way through the top of the car. It consisted of metal panels. There was no obvious way to get them open. They didn't slide or push in or have any latches so I started to pound it with the heel of my hand. It didn't give. I had to get down anyway. The smoke was getting to me.

Eventually, someone got through the wall. We now had a hole about the diameter of a finger and fresh air was coming through. The elevator shaft wall turned out to be 3 inches thick. It consisted of 3 ply of one inch sheetrock held together by the steel frame I mentioned. We continued to chip away and kick at the wall. Then I noticed John the window-washer was holding a piece of the squeegee that had come off. It was the part where the pole screwed in. It was triangular with 2 pointy corners and the corner where the pole screwed in. I grabbed it and started hacking to one side of the hole and another guy worked on the other side. Then I got the idea to try and score the wall so that when we kicked at it, there would be weak points. As we took turns kicking the wall, my foot finally went through and we had a nice sized hole now. We took turns kicking at the edges of the hole making it bigger. Eventually, we had a hole about 2-3 feet high by 1 foot wide. But there was another wall on the other side.

We saw aluminum framing and more sheetrock. But this sheetrock was much thinner and we kicked through it easily. It turned out to be a bathroom on the 50th floor. We kicked through the thin sheetrock and wall tiles and made a hole big enough for a man to fit through. One guy went through and ran to find some help. Then I went through. Someone in the elevator started kicking at the aluminum stud, made the hole a little bigger and the rest came through. We were in there for about 40-45 minutes total.

The guy who was through the opening first came back with someone and we went to a staircase that took us to the 44th floor lobby. This was where we first learned that the towers were both hit by airplanes. We were led to another staircase, but before heading down, I made a cell phone call to my wife. She answered the phone crying and I told her I was not hurt and had been trapped in an elevator but had escaped and was on my way down from the 44th floor. It wasn't a good connection and I couldn't make out everything she was saying. I told her I would call her when I got outside.

The trip down the staircase was, at first, uneventful. It was stop-and-go. There were firemen everywhere. Many doors on the way down had either cops or firemen going in and out making sure the floors were empty. The occasional fire fighter passed us going up with axes and sledgehammers. They were huffing and puffing in their heavy outfits. I guessed they were going up to the impact site. It was like this until I got to the 13th floor where things changed drastically.

The ground below us shook and there was a long, deep thundering sound. Then dust started coming up the stairway. It got to where you couldn't see 3 feet in front of you. Someone said it was probably an elevator that fell down but that wasn't what happened. I covered my mouth and nose again with my handkerchief and we all made our way down the stairs led the whole way by the firemen. A few floors later, a fireman opened a door and said things were clear and to follow him. Since I was near the end of the line, only 3 or 4 of us followed him through. It was now pitch black and dusty and we were walking ankle deep in water. The only light came from the firemen's small flashlights. We came to another door but there were people standing there and things weren't moving. I pointed out to the firemen that at least the other staircase was moving and we were led back to where we came in. We continued down and came to a door, which also led into a dark, dusty and wet passageway. We exited the passageway and emerged onto the mezzanine, which overhang the first floor lobby of the building. This mezzanine was where the Engineering Department had our Christmas party last year. It was strewn with dust and debris. The firemen told everyone to stay close to the wall and we were led outside through a broken window.

What was once the beautiful plaza between the 2 towers was now like a scene out of a B movie. There was dust, paper and twisted pieces of metal everywhere. We walked along the building through the rubble and a policeman informed us that the Pentagon had also been attacked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The Pentagon? When we were clear of the building I looked up and saw the gash in the tower where the first plane impacted. It was shocking. We were led down a set of stairs to the street and told to just keep walking away from the area. As I walked away, I heard someone say that World Trade Center 2 had collapsed. I totally dismissed this. It just wasn't logical. I looked up at where it should be and saw smoke and dust. That didn't mean it wasn't there, right? Then I came to realize the thundering and dust that occurred when I was at the 13th floor must have been WTC2 coming down. I just couldn't believe it. I tried and tried to get in touch with my wife but the whole town was also trying to get calls out. I couldn't get a line.

When the World Trade Center was bombed in 1993, it took some people over 3 hours to make their way down the stairs. WTC2 collapsed a little over an hour after the whole thing started. I kept thinking that there must be thousands dead. Two blocks from the site, I ran into a friend of mine, Tom, who worked on the 82nd floor. Tom is a big man; about 6'3" and 330 lbs. in his early 50s. He was breathing hard. We stopped for a minute or two and chatted. We continued on and ran into a guy he worked with on 82. I thought to myself that this was a good sign. If people from 82 got out alright, there was a good chance for my coworkers and the rest on the upper floors. This fellow we ran into, Tad, told us that he was sitting at his desk, a window seat, when the first plane was approaching the building. It seemed to be coming right at him. He could see the pilot's face! It veered up and struck the building. I had been out of the building for only 15 minutes. We were about 5 or 6 blocks from the WTC when I heard some explosions and turned to look up at where they had come from. What I saw was surreal.

The antenna and the rest of the roof atop the building I had just left, leaned to one side and fell in on itself. The rest of the floors below collapsed under the weight and an enormous cloud of dust and debris was expanding outward from the Trade Center. Everyone turned and hauled ass. I turned around urging big Tom on but he wasn't able to keep up. When I turned again, I didn't see him. Today (9-13) I talked to him and he told me he had ducked around a corner and into a doorway. I spent 10 minutes or so in the area looking and waiting for him to come walking down the street but I couldn't find him. I felt horrible. I was sure he was OK but felt sad thinking about how he must feel to have been left behind.

I kept walking and found out that I was heading north. Then I ran into John the window-washer! We embraced and talked some and walked together. Finally I got through on my cell phone and spoke to my wife and my sister Lynn. After calming them down, I tried to reach John's wife at work for him. Eventually, we got a ringing phone, but no one answered. John went off on his own and I walked until I reached the Holland Tunnel. It was closed and there were a lot of people standing around talking and listening to the radio in some guy’s car. After ten minutes of that, I went west until I hit West St. and continued north. I stopped at a pizzeria and bought a Snapple then continued north.

Then I got a good idea. I got through to home again and got my friend Tom's home number from my sister. I called his wife and told her I saw him and that he was alright. Then I ran into a guy, Frank, who worked on my floor in the Mechanical Engineering Department. He told me he saw lots of people from our floor so things were looking good. After 10 or 15 minutes chatting with him, I continued north. Something Frank said stuck in my head. He said that he was avoiding the major train stations. Terrorists knowing these to be a likely place where people would flee might make them a target.

I figured I could get to the ferries in midtown and get the hell off of that island. I got to Chelsea Piers which is around 30th St. and there were people in the street with bullhorns telling anyone interested that ferries to New Jersey were leaving from Pier 61. I went in and was walking to the end of the line when I saw a another guy, Dennis, who worked on my floor in the Electrical Engineering Department. We shook hands and had a few words before I took my place at the end of the line. The line was about 600 feet long. It looked like a long wait. I called home and gave a status report. After 20 minutes or so, a ferry came and took a load of people and the line moved up some. I figured it would take 5 or 6 more ferries until I got on one. About 15 minutes after the first ferry, the Spirit of New York, and dinner cruise ship that runs out of that pier, parked itself at the dock and all of the rest of us who were waiting were loaded aboard and taken to Weehawken, New Jersey. We were told that buses would take us from there to Giants Stadium which was going to be used a staging area.

When I got to Giants Stadium, about 2:00 pm, I walked around the parking lot looking for someone I knew. This is the same parking lot, #13, that I had many a beer and barbeque in before heading in to a soccer or football game. I didn't find a familiar face. My wife and sister were on their way to get me but then they closed Rt. 3, the major highway to the stadium. I spent about 3 hours there and my wife was stop-and-go on the highway. I went over to a state trooper and asked him if he could find out exactly where on Rt. 3 the road was closed. He tried but couldn't get an exact answer. He took one look at my dusty pants and dust caked shoes and asked me what I'd been through. After I told him, he all but dragged me over to a reporter who was interviewing people about their experiences. I gave my story to channel 12, a local PBS station. I haven't seen it but lots of people have told me that they have.

I decided to take one of the buses to Newark's Penn Station. I called my wife and told her to get off of the road when she could and to try to get to Newark. Once on the bus, I overheard the driver's radio say that Rt. 21 into Newark was all clear so I called my wife to pass that on. The road was all clear but then traffic came to a stop. There was an accident about a half-mile ahead. My sister called to say that they were about a mile and a half behind us and also stuck. We sat there for about 30 minutes or so. The bus driver wouldn't let me out on the highway but once the traffic started moving, I talked him in to pulling over at the next exit to let me out. Ten minutes later, they came along and picked me up and there was an emotional reunion.

I got home (after 7:00 pm), kissed everyone, showered, phoned loved ones and had a bite to eat. I responded to as many of the messages on my answering machine as I could get through to. From about the time I was at Giants Stadium until I ate, I had had some pressure in my upper chest. I figured it was from the smoke and dust that I must have inhaled during the course of the day, but it had gone away after I'd eaten. Everyone nagged me until I agreed to go to the hospital to have myself looked over. My lungs and heart sounded fine but they wanted to do an EKG. Well, they saw a wiggle on the EKG they didn't like so they wanted to run some blood tests. It was now after 11:00 pm. They said I would be there for another 7 hours minimum. The blood tests had to be run 6 hours apart. In the end, it was going on 9:00 am when I got out of there. I had gotten a total of maybe 3 hours sleep all night and my poor wife didn't sleep a wink.

Later in the day, I spoke to a former boss of mine, Fred, in an office in New Jersey where I had worked for 9 years until this past December when I was transferred to the WTC. I was one of two guys unaccounted for that worked on the Civil Engineering Department. In the end, everyone was accounted for and unharmed.

The news reports of the day are very disturbing. The phone calls from the planes to their loved ones, the passenger lists showing children names, people leaping to their deaths avoiding the fires... Then there are the people dancing in the streets celebrating somewhere in the Middle East. Even in my town of birth, Paterson, New Jersey, where there is a section of Arab population, there were reports of people dancing in the streets celebrating. Police were there to stop a certain riot situation. What kind of people celebrate the deaths of the innocent?

The 2 things I think of most are the sight of the second tower tipping over and falling in on itself and of all of the firemen directing the evacuation and climbing the stairs in full gear to help those trapped high in the tower. There was never a doubt on which way to go and there wasn't much panic. This is because of the presence of the firemen, those brave souls who run into burning buildings. Every time I think of them, I cry.

Only a fool wakes a sleeping giant. These murderers have now given the civilized world just cause to go in and wipe out terrorists anywhere, anytime we see fit. We know where they train and we know who supports them. This is the beginning of their end....

©2001 - George S. Phoenix, III Garfield, New Jersey, USA

Sunday, August 20, 2017


Hello NY, South Florida and everywhere else.......I'm Bird and you're here in the Birdcage.

DJ Bird at Tribeca Film Festival 4-2017 in NYC

I'm sorry I haven't covered the NHL or much else, I'm dealing with a personal issue and it's eating up all my time. I'm not going to promise something I can't follow through on but I can say Hockeybird will remain active in one way or another.

I'm a little surprised that Jagr wasn't part of the Panthers plans for the upcoming season. With camp fast approaching I do expect him to sign somewhere. personally, I think the Cats should retain his services. Power play and leadership are what he offers and he can still control the puck with the best of 'em.

So I will cover the Cats and I'll continue to cover the NY Rangers. I tried but failed to discard my Ranger fandom. When I took my oldest to see the Rangers vs. the Panthers here in Sunrise it became clear I CAN'T root against the Rangers. Sorry.

As I'm sure you've noticed, I can't cover the NHL as this place once did. I will pop on as time permits to comment on the Cats, Rangers or any NHL issues I think important.

Each year August sucks for us hockey fans. But we are close.

As to my personal issue I can say this.......I love my family. My wife and two girls are why I'm still alive. I've sacrificed everything for them and that will never change.

May God bless you all and hang in there, Hockey will be back before you know it!

Last point.....the movie Dare To Be Different is showing in L.A. soon and there will be a few more festivals coming up. For details visit the official site.

----}- Bird

Monday, June 12, 2017


It's not easy to win the Cup.....

The Bird & The Cat 2017

........and I can't really compare my time as the goaltender of the Falcons, but it's as close as I can get. The Pens won back to back Cups. That's a feat not done in nearly 20 years. Repeating is hard as hell.
Now, my team the Falcons had four consecutive trips to the finals and we did win three times. 

But again, to compare that to what the Pens just did is silly.

I can say this.....injuries, roster changes and the other teams make repeating extremely hard. The Pens dealt with this and somehow outlasted the upstart Preds. Helping my team earn four finals trips does give me some insight into just how hard what the Pens did is. It hurts.......the physical pain is not easy to endure. But, it's worth it. Ask anyone who has won a Cup or like me won a bunch of beer league championships. It still hurts me to this day.

So, to all my Pittsburgh friends, enjoy your parade! You guys earned it.......and Sid the Kid and his boys earned it. Have an Iron City on me!

Bird & Cup 1997

----}- Bird 

Thursday, May 4, 2017


This all started on for me on January 9th, 2004.
Richard Perez & Michael Jon Masilotti in the film Dare To Be Different

The pages of Hockeybird have always been brutally honest, open and completely transparent. There are only two items I don't discuss, one remains private and the other relates to classified stuff I just can't talk about. I have hinted at a bout of depression before and I have been open about all issues in the past. During the making of this film I dealt with something that almost killed me. I made it somehow and that's all I'll say.

My hockey career was ending, my work in intel was about to end and I knew it. It was depressing. I don't handle depression well. So, when 92.7 went off the air that very last time I decided to jump online and look around a bit. I found a place called the New Wave Outpost which was a messageboard and they had a WLIR discussion. This is where I met Richard Perez, a devout WLIR fan. He was a little surprised that I posted there and he coaxed me into telling a few stories. It felt nice. I already had a depressing period before this when I originally left the station and had a very short but failed marriage. I lost my Mom in '93. It took me awhile to get back on my feet. This time was much more difficult in that I now had a real family and couldn't just hide and rest for six months. Internally I was a mess but externally I kept on going. This is a very dangerous situation for those of you not familiar with depression.

I strongly believe that Jan 9th, 2004 was the day I decided to move to Florida. I knew I needed a new start and there was nothing left in NY for me. Without meaningful work and my body could no longer allow me to play at a high level, I had no hockey either. I had, I had my family but little else. The intel company owes me $120,000 to this day (which I'll never get) and I have yet to recover. Losing 92.7 was the straw that broke the birdie's back. I couldn't take another set was time to move on and find a way back to the light.

Prior to my leaving NY, I posted on the NWO and held a record sale. I had way too much vinyl to bring to Florida and couldn't keep it. Many WLIR listeners came to my home and I knew those records found a good home. As much as I hated to see them go, I was pleased they found new homes. I met some real HARD CORE WLIR fans at that sale. I have pictures somewhere. I still can't believe my once 50,000 record collection had to go........but real life and being a dad were what I had to deal with. Again, most of the really rare or WLIR artifacts ended up in the hands of fans instead of some dude who was just in it for cash and that gives me some comfort. at this point was at it's highest level of readership. We had thousands of daily readers from two dozen countries. Some readers knew of my WLIR connection but most didn't, nor did they care. I had some great writers and the place could run itself but I was the captain of the ship and felt an obligation to my readers to make sure we had great content each day. I decided that I needed to write a WLIR article as Richard had inspired me. It would help make me feel a little better about my situation. I was Mr. Mom at the time so when the kids were sleeping, I began to write.

The article was a huge success. No single post in the history of the site was visited and read more. Now let me be clear here, I am not taking credit for starting the online groups that Ellen was inspired by but I do think that the Hockeybird article was part of it. When WLIR signed off, 92.7 was no longer available to us. Sure, the real WLIR ended a few months after I left in '87 and WDRE took over. It was never the same. At some point former owner Elton Spitzer needed cash and sold the WLIR call letters and WDRE became WLIR once again. It was not the same. But at least it was there and many like myself took comfort in popping it on occasionally if only to turn it off in disgust. Once it was gone the void was finally hitting many of the original WLIR listeners just like it had me.

So groups like the now famous "Grew up listening to WLIR/WDRE" on facebook popped up and the nostalgia of those days, those bands, those clubs and most importantly the MUSIC became like candy for many. Ellen Goldfarb was one of many who really missed WLIR and wanted to know what happened. What was the story behind it going away? She's in LA and in the movie biz......let's make a movie about it popped into her heard. Smart move by a smart lady.

I can't be specific about when she reached out to me but I became very enthusiastic about her project. Denis McNamara and I often discussed this idea. A movie or a book. I have a memory of Denis suggesting I continue writing about those days as it could be a good source for a project some day in the future. I did.

Richard Perez & Bird at the Paris NY reunion
It wasn't easy trying to work out the filming as while many stayed in the NY area many like me left the tri-state area for places all over the country. I'm in Florida. Our first attempt coincided with a Paris New York reunion. Sadly, the film project had to cancel the shoot for that date but I was already going. It's not easy for me to leave as I have a family and a job. We aren't rich by any means. Paycheck to paycheck. There was a movie guy who showed up (3rd party) but he handed me a contract to sign that gave him rights to the footage and points on the film. Sorry bud, you're lucky I didn't kick your ass. Slave was awesome that night and it was wonderful to see so many of the Paris New York faithful. I even met Richard Perez in person!

Ellen, Bird, Denis & Roger at shoot on Long Island
We then set up a different shoot. This one was very successful. That story can be found here. Over the last seven years, Ellen and Roger crisscrossed the globe doing shoots just like mine with listeners, other DJs and of course the bands and music biz execs. Once done filming the work of editing seven years into 92 minutes began. I'm not sure how they survived the process. I can say, they did it right and made an outstanding film!

I don't know the story on how they scored the Tribeca film festival but they got it. Now we had a date to premiere the movie and I had to figure out how to get there. It wasn't easy but I managed to save up enough cash to make it happen and that brings us to Thursday, April 27th, 2017. I woke up at 5am as usual to get my youngest, Juliana to school. Then back to the house to shower and grab my luggage as my oldest, Alexandria was driving me to the airport. She would drop me off then take the car to school. I was early and lucky enough to catch an early flight and off we went. New York was only three hours away.

A Mural in Forest Hills, NY
Landing at LGA I hopped into a cab and went to Forest Hills. The place I ended up staying at was the home of one of Joey Ramones high school buddies and he had in fact used the very same bathroom I used. From there it was a train ride into NYC and because of time and traffic I made a B line for the venue hosting a VIP party before the film. As I walk in, there they are......Denis, Donna, Larry the Duck, Jeff Beck, Nancy, Steve Jones, Malibu Sue, Maxx, Bob Waugh.... all those wonderful people I had worked with at the Station. I was of course blown away with emotion. There were people there who also worked at the station and a large amount of very famous people. Saying hello to everyone seemed impossible and I apologize if I missed you.

Off to the theater we go and the excitement levels are pretty high. The Red know I'm a ham and I hammed it up. The paparazzi were fun and there were two kids interviewing us as we passed down the line. A very surreal moment for me. Eventually we are lead to the actual theater and we settled down into our seats. Ellen made a brief speech and then Dare To Be Different began. What an even more surreal sensation!

Mike Peters performs at Tribeca
 The crowd was populated with many WLIR hardcore listeners and they were not afraid to make themselves heard. As each DJ appeared on the screen they cheered. Even for me! The film itself was so good, so much better than I had anticipated that I was stunned. It all happened so fast. As the credits rolled to thunderous applause a crew began to set up the stage for the concert. Denis was introduced and spoke a bit about the FCC which is covered in the film and the audience ate it up. A smoke machine was turned on, some lights flashed and out came Mike Peters and the Alarm! Dave Wakeling form The English Beat & General Public came out solo and sang and played a few songs. This was followed by a short 20 minute set by A Flock of Seagulls. An absolutely unbelievable night.

The movie itself deals with the years that I was there for the most part. It explains the FCC licence issue (um, tries) and it actually begins at the end in 1987. It doesn't discuss WDRE or even our sister station WXXP. The film does however explain the music selection and the effect it had in NY and everywhere else. Music history is recorded here, the part about Live Aid and Nelson Mandela shows the impact we had world wide. A Buddy of mine, Jim Murtha is only in the movie for a second. He was a U.S. Marine and he and I met online because of hockey. It wasn't until later that he and I discussed WLIR. Turns out he had his cousin send him tapes of my show to listen to while deployed. Jim has since passed so I'm so happy he's in it. Ironically, several weeks before the debut, another military guy told me a similar story. Bruce and I met on Thursday night. Thanks for your service guys!

We exited the movie with huge smiles and a sense of satisfaction. Several of us ended up in a pub close by and had a beer and a burger. I got to spend a little time with Paul Cramer of WXXP fame. He still doesn't believe me that I got him hired.....but I'll never forget listening to the tapes Denis sent me and picking him out.
9/11 Memorial
It was late and the next day was already upon us. Friday was suppose to begin with a press interview. We gathered at a hotel and I finally got to meet in person, Bob Kranes. It was his going away party at the Malibu Night Club when he left WLIR for WBCN in Boston that Denis McNamara on his way home, stopped at Paris New York and hired me the next day.

After leaving the hotel press gathering we had some time to kill so it was off to another pub for a beer and some food. Donna and I were to be onstage that night after the screening to do a Q& A with the audience. After the pub we still had time so I finally went to the 9/11 Memorial. I'm not sure I can describe what I felt. I realize that I had no direct connection to the events that day but guys I worked with later did and I've always felt like it happened on my watch and feel responsible in some way. I had avoided the area since the attack on purpose.

Moving hardly expresses the way I felt. But, I couldn't help but notice a young man in his early 20s crying and praying at one of the names carved into the reflection pool. It was well over 15 minutes when I couldn't stop myself and went over to him. We shook hands, then with tears coming down our cheeks embraced. I will never forget that as long as I live. it's time to see the movie again.

The Friday night showing was different. It was a real movie theater complete with seats that reclined and a kick ass sound system. I really had the opportunity to watch it this time and I was blown away. During the story of U2 and Live Aid, it all hit me. I got very emotional and tears began to trickle. I was a part of the WLIR story and a part of the U2 story and there it was on film for all the world to see. I tried hard not to break players, even retired ones don't cry in public unless you're Mark Messier. As the film ended there was silence. No way could I let that stand so I stood up and yelled, "To hell with silence, let's hear it for Ellen!" The place erupts into applause.

Denis, Ellen, Donna, Roger, Jay and I got up on stage and took some questions. It was really very cool for Denis to say that I had run our sister station,WXXP in front of all those people. I never get credit for that. Friday night was just an incredible experience and it's hard to find words that truly represent how it made me feel. Let's just say I was humbled and proud at the same time. All of us are exhausted by this point, especially the filmmakers who had been working 24/7 type weeks for a long time. Yet, Denis and I had a chance to sit outside a hotel with my friend Lisa and we traded stories for hours. Like a scene out of a movie.....there we are in NYC just reliving all we had done over the years. It was as enjoyable as it gets.

I finished my trip with a visit to Long Island and I popped on stage with Joe Rock & The AllStars in a roadhouse in Kings Park. I visited my old town and the house I grew up in on Bent Lane in Levittown.

Look, this movie was a work of passion. Because that is the basis for my DJing in the clubs and my work at WLIR I understand that. Ellen Goldfarb, Roger Senders produced and directed a wonderful look at how WLIR happened, what happened and how it ended. Jay Reiss wrote the story and I couldn't be happier (sure, I'd love to get more U2 credit but I digress). It is well worth seeing whether WLIR was a daily part of your life or not, it's that good.

All in all, I really thought this was the end of something. I imagined it was a "mic drop" moment for me and this DJ Bird character I play. It seems not to be the case. This is more of a beginning than anything else. As of now a world wide theatrical release is in the works. Follow the story here at the movie's website as release details will be posted as they become available.

For now I just want to thank the listeners of WLIR. This movie was made because of you and for you. Your undying support over the years is truly amazing and it means a lot to all of us. You came to my clubs, listened to my show and somehow still care. That's just flat out awesome!

One last thing. Denis McNamara.....what can I say buddy? You gave me a shot and had Elton hire me. You allowed me to run WXXP in Pittsburgh and this dumb kid from Levittown got to live out my dreams. Perhaps I'd have a bigger WLIR presence if I didn't go to Pittsburgh as it was during the height of the WLIR story. I'm glad I went to Millvale. I'm glad I came back to WLIR and I'm thankful for the job offer when I left. At each stop you have been my friend, you treated me with respect and my god, you gave me the chance to do things most people only dream about. I hope that in some small way I returned the favor. I am forever in your service and as long as Emily allows it, happy to take the next journey.

----}- Bird