Here’s a historical walk through from engineering aficionados.
Radio delivers like no other medium. Listen to these voices describing the most consequential military maneuvers of World War II.
Here are some segments of RADIO GOES TO WAR
“The Amos and Andy program has been delayed a few moments” as we tell you how the Allies are saving the world.
Congrats to Gary Burbank on his induction into the Kentucky Broadcasting Hall of Fame. We spoke today: AUDIO 🎙 https://t.co/0kdJq6ItzZ
📻 Exactly 10 years ago today, Gary Burbank and I had a long form chat about his life and career 2009 🎙 https://t.co/KQDdNsBNC7 #kymedia pic.twitter.com/H8Jdy47Eqq
— Terry Meiners (@terrymeiners) October 15, 2019
From the Facebook page of WAKY/WKLO audio curator John Quincy:
From Bob Moody: “Tonight at the Kentucky Broadcasters awards show. L-R: Bob Moody, Mike McVay, new Hall of Fame inductee Gary Burbank, fellow HOF member Coyote Calhoun, KBA exec Dale Thornhill. Hilarity ensued.”
Thanks to Kirt Jacobs for a comfortable chat about me, my life, and my career. I prefer asking questions of others but Kirt made this a pleasant experience.
We taped it 7 months ago so I have very little memory of what was said but whatever it was…I said it with 100% sincerity.
Thanks for watching.
The fact that my last name is misspelled on the Vimeo makes me even happier. That’s my life. Never get caught up in the little things, baby.
I love this email exchange from 2013. You mad, bro? Yeah, she mad.
From: Patricia Houtchens [firstname.lastname@example.org]
Sent: Sunday, March 03, 2013 11:08 AM
To: MEINERS, TERRY A
Subject: Listener Email from www.whas.com
I guess you’re celebrating another example of the homogenization of local dialects: LINK
After you finally get everyone to stop calling the city where they were born, Louavull, then you can go to Narlens and tell those folks how stupid they sound because they don’t pronounce/enunciate their city’s name like you do. I find it so hypocritical that you never cease to tell your audience that we all should celebrate our differences – homosexuals/heterosexuals, democrats/republicans, U of L/U of K, whatever, but you have no tolerance for those of us who perpetuate their Southern dialect because it’s not how YOU say it. One of the reasons I love taking road trips is that it gives me the opportunity to listen to the local dialects – I LOVE that Southerners don’t sound like Canooks nor New Englanders nor Mid Westerners… Maybe you should relocate to California or wherever – somewhere everyone sounds like you do – alike, bland, boring. As for me, I’m PROUD that our local pronunciation of our city makes us distinctly “Louavillians.”
From: MEINERS, TERRY A
Sent: Sunday, March 03, 2013 10:23 PM
To: Patricia Houtchens
Cc: MEINERS, TERRY A
Subject: RE: Listener Email from www.whas.com
You’re not paying attention. I only laugh at professional broadcasters who come on the air and give the Southern “Lou-uh-vull” pronunciation. Did you hear any professional broadcasters in New Orleans come on the air and say “Nawlins?” No, you didn’t. They’re professional speakers, not colorful locals.
I find it hypocritical for people who enunciate their words for a living somehow wanting to “respect the locals” by dumbing down their skills to patronize the locals and say “Lou-uh-vul.” Yet they don’t seem to respect the locals enough to say “Shah-vlee.” Somehow they use their elocution skills to say SHY-vlee. See the diff?
By the way, you trumped your own logic in your last sentence. If it’s “Lou-uh-vull” to you, how can you recite the same letters differently when you say “LouaVILLians?” Shouldn’t you call us LouaVULLuns?
The nickname is The Ville, not The Vull.
That horrible tornado slammed into…where? Henryville.
Poser broadcasters aside, 100% of the population seems to know how to pronounce Taylorsville Road, Shelbyville Road, Simpsonville, Clarksville, Jeffersonville, Evansville, and a litany of other villes.
I like calling out my colleagues on their phoniness. Don’t vilify me.
A Southern accent is charming but professionally limiting to most people in the speaking arts. Would Jennifer Lawrence receive the same film roles if she talks like Turtle Man?
Most of America is condescending toward those with a Southern accent, and guys like Larry The Cable Guy and Jeff Foxworthy exploit that mockery to make a living. In the end, they are monetizing the rest of America’s bias.
SAY MY NAME, SAY MY NAME
Louisville: Where our name is a multiple choice.
By Terry Meiners
Updated September 11, 2010
Originally published July 26, 2004
Louisville, Ky. — Everyone here agrees that this city’s nickname is pronounced “The Ville.” So how is it that so many people call the complete name Loo-uh-VULL? More than half of the area’s residents call this city by its hillbilly name. Some even dumb it down to the lowest of lows and mumble LUH-vll.
Funny how no one says EVANS-vull. It is universally called Evansville. Same goes for Clarksville. Simpsonville. Jeffersonville.
There is no vull or any other bull. They’re villes.
Everyone in town correctly hits the “ville” in both Taylorsville Road and Shelbyville Road.
When some yokel mealy-mouths the name of LOO-uh-vull, it is simply a case of slurred speech. The listener is getting a country boy’s twang on a defined set of syllables.
How hard is it to say Louisville? Louie + ville = Louisville.
The city is named for King Louis XVI of France. Louis (in French) = Louie. And don’t say that you don’t use French terms. Ever used the words rendezvous, champagne, or Chevrolet? You didn’t Americanize those words to say ren-DEZ-vows, cham-PAG-nee, or chev-row-LET, so you adjusted to French pronunciations.
For anyone who contends that L-o-u-i-s is pronounced LOO-uh, please explain why no one calls the Missouri city with the arch Saint LOO-uh. Lou-uh-vull people refer to neighboring cities as “Innu-napliss” and “Cin-su-nadda,” alien pronunciations in those actual cities.
The first half of our city’s name is pronounced Louie. The same mushmouth that produces LOO-uh-vull usually spits out other hillbilly staples like VEE-hick-el, ADD-dress, DEE-tails, and IN-shurnce.
As for the second half of Louisville’s name, when would the letters v-i-l-l-e ever sound any different than VILLE?
The front of your car has a grille, not a grull. A doctor prescribes a pill, not a pull. Darth Vader is a villain, not a VULL-in.
No one speaks of our population as Loo-uh-VULL-uns; we’re Louie-VILL-yans. The city’s nickname is The Ville, not The Vull.
Louisville’s inability to enunciate its own name stems partly from a lack of leadership. Greater Louisville, Inc. surrendered long ago by touting a list of 5 different pronunciations of the city’s name, followed by the cop-out slogan “Your kind of place, any way you say it.”
It’s the broadcasters that are perplexing on this issue. They are professional announcers who prize their pronunciation and elocution skills, yet a majority of local broadcasters dumb down their skills and mimic locals by saying Loo-uh-vull. Oddly, they don’t similarly patronize the residents of Shively and Highview by imitating the southern pronunciations of their communities. (HAH-view and SHAH-vlee).
Let’s separate the posers from the precisers:
Broadcasters who cave in and say LOO-uh-vull include Rachel Platt, David Scott, Elizabeth Woolsey, Claudia Coffey, Andy Treinan, Monty Webb, Melissa Swan, Tony Cruise, Matt Hobbs, Scott Reynolds, John Belski, and Dawne Gee. Since they’re in the business of speaking clearly, it must be assumed that they’re “reaching out to the regular guy” by dumbing down their own skills.
The LOUIE-ville proponents include John Boel, Renee Murphy, Barry Bernson, Mandy Connell, Candyce Clifft, Lindsay Allen, Jennifer Baileys, Fred Cowgill, Bob Domine, Vicki Dortch, Kevin Harned, and Terry Meiners. We’re in the business of speaking clearly, too, but give the regular guy enough credit to know he understands us.
Most national correspondents opt for the elocution-driven LOUIE-ville, although some sports announcers come to town and quickly adopt the hillbilly version to placate the unwashed.
Louisville seems to be unique in its ability to crush newcomers into talking hillbilly. Notice that professional broadcasters in New Orleans, Boston, New York, and Norfolk do not patronize their local viewers by saying “Nawlins, Bah-stun, Nu Yawk, and NOF-fuk” on the air.
They’re professional broadcasters, not disingenuous posers.
Say my name, broadcasters. It’s Louie-ville.
The most laughable display of Poser Broadcasting is on WVEZ-FM, which broadcasts a professional jingle with people singing “Loo-uh-VULLLLL!” The gifted singers (whose #1 talent is to crisply enunciate every single syllable) are directed to intentionally slur a station identification jingle.
Any playlist of songs with Louisville references are mostly of the LOUIE-ville variety. Willie Nelson’s “8 More Miles to Louisville,” Rick Bartlett’s “Louisville, KY,” and Hazel Miller’s “Look What We Can Do, Louisville,” come to mind. A few hip-hop raps from recent years use “LOO-vull.”
A Southern accent is beautiful when it melts the corners of elegant words. But Louisville is a particular set of standard sounds. LOUIE + ville. Enough of the Dukes of Hazard pronunciation of Louisville, let’s treat our great city with a loud and proud correct name. LOUIE-ville.
I revisited this previously published column after reading this piece on the editorial page of The Courier-Journal:
September 11, 2010 Forum flashes: Good moves, bad moves
What’s in a name?
“You like potato, I like potahto …” So wrote the Gershwin brothers about the funny way people can take the same word but pronounce it differently. There were many others: Tomato, tomahto; oyster, erster; bananas, banahnas; Havana, Havahnah …”
They could have added the word Louisville to their list.
This endless debate — is it Lou-ah-vul, or Lou-ee-ville, or Louise-ville — has been going on since the settlers pitched tents near the Falls of the Ohio. But by 97 years ago, it had become enough of a dispute that someone named W.A. Gunn of Lexington sent a letter to the Filson Historical Society noting “most people [call] it Louisville, English style, but many [give] it the French accent with ‘s’ silent.” He asked the group to discuss the matter and decide which was proper. On July 30, 1913, in a response, the society, then known as the Filson “club,” announced that they preferred “Looevill.”
We’ll say “potahto.”
Stumble. Bumble. Fumble. It’s what we do.
PHOTO OF THE YEAR: women’s march, January 2017 — Me too? Im guessing that’s a NO.
ALL-TIME CLASSIC BLOOPER
FOR MY PILOT BUDDIES:
?️ Friday launches my 33rd year on WHAS Radio and television. We ran a contest on my 1st radio show where hundreds of people guessed when I would be fired or leave. The winner gets $500.
Only two entries are still valid. Jim McClellan needs me gone within three years or else Robert Rudolph is the winner. #loumedia #radiopersonality #Louisville
My radio career began in September 1976 at WKQQ in Lexington, although I did not go on the air until late 1977. Therefore my total broadcast career has surpassed the 40 year mark.
Today is National Radio Day. In my life, it means almost as much as my birthday.
I’ve been lucky enough to earn my living doing what I always wanted to do. From the time I was a little kid I just wanted to be on the radio. My dad laughed at Bill Bailey’s jokes. I loved WAKY radio and the lunacy I heard from its deejays.
I was hired at WHAS in 1985 for my sarcastic comedy streak, but the job evolved into conducting news making interviews with the powerful and prominent. Sometimes people become more prominent after appearing on my show.
After some of my WAKY buddies helped me put together an audition tape in 1976, I was hired by Jim Rivers, a Lexington programmer at WKQQ-FM and WBLG-AM. While other college kids were out having fun, I was tending to the automated rock songs on WKQQ from 10 PM until 6 AM on both Friday and Saturday nights. That’s the lowest rung on the ladder.
But I loved it. I was earning minimum wage and couldn’t wait until my next shift so that I could be part of the delivery system of music, promos, and a few parody pieces I started to submit. Eventually WKQQ went to live deejays and I was not selected. Six months in, one of the new hires didn’t work out so I was given a chance.
Happy National Radio Day. I hope your career brings you the soaring joy I still receive from mine some forty years later. Thanks for listening. Thanks for watching my TV nonsense. Thanks for being so supportive to my family after all these years. I hope I’ve been of help to you or your organization in some positive way.
— Terry Meiners (@terrymeiners) June 19, 2017
A lot of the folks in the above photo made great impressions on me and helped boost my career. I am forever grateful to all of the wonderful broadcast mates I’ve shared studios with. Each one added to my portfolio of knowledge and devotion to the craft of communication. Thank you all so much.
The most important component of my career has been taking part in the public service miracle called the Crusade for Children. Through all of the challenges of regular workdays, nothing rewards the soul more than helping special needs children and their families. I am eternally grateful for the chance to help in some small way. Onward.
In closing, one final hero must be spotlighted. Paul Harvey was the quintssential American broadcaster. We carried his broadcasts on WHAS for decades. See his story below.
LISTEN: tornado coverage on WHAS radio, April 3, 1974 – Helicopter pilot Dick Gilbert’s chilling narration of funnel clouds around Bowman Field, Bardstown Road at Eastern Parkway, and more is at the 19:20 mark. #Louisville #louwx #loumedia
— Terry Meiners (@terrymeiners) April 3, 2017
Wow this was cool to listen to. What a tough time for Louisville and communication was so different back then. https://t.co/Z245y9EGPR
— Hannah Storm (@HannahStormESPN) April 3, 2017
ESPN’s Hannah Storm was a little kid living in Louisville during the 1974 tornado. Her father Mike Storen is referenced in the following audio as a basketball executive who couldn’t make contact with his family after the tornado. You can see Hannah’s response to hearing it above.
And here is Ken Rowland at the anchor desk for WHAS-TV during that same turbulent day. His photographer shows aerial coverage of the devastation at approximately 8:30 into this piece.
THE BEASMAN renew with rofl (airs April 28, 2016)
YOU MAKE ME SICK WITH ALL YOUR U OF SMELL RAH-RAH-RAH NONSENSE, YOU BALD HAIRED, TWO BIT, TRAITOR TURNCOAT WENT-TO-U-UH-KAY-BUT-ACT-LIKE-YOU-LOVE THE CARDINAL CRIMINALS. I HEERED THE BAD NEWS. THEM RADIO RATS AT I HEART & WH&S AND THE 790-KRD DONE RENEWED THEIR VOWS WITH THE ENEMA U OF SMELL CARDINAL BIRDS UNTIL THE YEAR TWUNNY TWUNNY TWO. IT’S DISGUSTERCATING, DADGUMMIT.
WHY IN THE SAM HILL DOES KENTUCKY’S #1 RADIO STATION GIANT SIGNAL BLOW TORCH WH&S WANT TO PUMP OUT FIFTY THOUSAND WATTS OF CARDINAL CRIMINAL ACTIVITY WHEN YOU ALL COULD BE ON THERE TAWKIN UP THE GOOD AND CLASSY KENTUCKY WILDCATS? IT DON’T MAKE NO SENSE, YOU IDIOTS. WHO YOU GONNA PROMOTE NEXT ON THERE, ISIS?
WH&S IS POSED TO BE A KENTUCKY WILDCATS RADIATOR STATION ONLY. ALL THAT BIG PIRE HELPS ALL THE GOOD AND CLASSY U UH KAY FANS HEAR THE WILDCATS GAMES PLAYIN OFF ANYTHING METAL, LIKE CARS UP ON BLOCKS, STOVES SETTIN ON FRONT PORCHES, AND THE METAL PLATES INSIDE GRANDADDY’S HEAD. BUT NAW, Y’ALL DONE MADE ANOTHER DEAL WITH THE RED DEVIL…THE U OF SMELL DEN OF SIN, WHERE SAGGY PANTS, RAP MUSIC, STRIPPER POLE, TOOTHLESS, MAKIN BABIES OUT OF WEDLOCK, OBAMA PHONE, G.E.D. FLUNKIN CARDINAL FANS GIT TO HEAR ALL THEIR LOSERVILLE TAWK SHOWS WHERE THEY LIE ABOUT THE CATS. U OF SMELLERS LIE ABOUT U UH KAY MARCH MADNESS FAILRUES, FOOTBAW FAILURES, AND ACCUSE THE GOOD & CLASSY COACH CAL OF CHEATIN.
DADGUMMIT, SOME SHOVEL HEAD U OF SMELL IDIOT WAS ON A LITTLE WHILE AGO PRAISING THEM INJIANNER HOOSIERS FOR BREAKING KENTUCKY HEARTS IN MARCH MADNESS. HE SAID THAT COACH CAL WAS LIKE TED CRUZ, THINKIN ABOUT BASKETBAW RINGS BUT WE CAINT WIN ‘EM NO MORE. I’D LIKE TO RING YOUR NECK, LOSER. COACH CAL KNOWS IT’S CALLED A RIM. AND ANOTHER U OF SMELL LOUDMOUTH WAS ON WH&S LAUGHING AT HOW COACH CAL CAINT LOSES WITH ALL THEM MACDONALD ALL AMERICANS WHILE LITTLE VILLER-NOVA WINS IT ALL WITH NOBODIES. YOU OBNOXIOUS U OF SMELL TAUNTERS AINT GOOD AND CLASSY LIKE U UH KAY FANS.
LARRY, AS LONG AS Y’ALL WH&S PEOPLE IS TAUNTIN U UH KAY WITH YOUR RENEWED LOVE AFFAIR WITH LOSERVILLE, WHY DON’T Y’ALL GO AHEAD AND START RUNNIN INJIANNER GAMES! AND WESS-CONSIN, TOO! I BETCHA Y’ALL WOULD CARRY ROBERT MORRIS GAMES JUST TO HURT US CAT FANS EVEN MORE. IF I WAS RUNNIN U UH KAY, I WOULD JUST GIT SOME COAL MINER TO PUT A GIANT RADIO TIRE ON TOP OF RUMP ARENER AND PUMP OUT A MILLION WATTS OF NOTHIN BUT U UH KAY TAWK 24/7. WE WOULDN’T NEED NO TRAITOR TURNCOAT WH&S U OF SMELL LOVIN FRAUDS NO MORE.
LET’S JUST START UP W-C-A-T….WILDCATS RADIO, BLASTIN A SIGNAL UP INTO THE WILD BIG BLUE YONDER. I WON’T CAW YOUR STUPID SHOW NO MORE. NAW. I WILL BE THE MARNIN HOST ON W-C-A-T WILDCATS RADIO AND TAWK ABOUT THE CATS BEIN GREAT AND LOSERVILLE GOIN IN THE TARLIT. THEN AT LUNCHTIME MATT JONES COULD TAKE OVER FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. WE WOULD PUMP HAPPY U UH KAY NEWS TO THE EN-TIRE U-NITED STATES AND ALL THE WAY OUT TO MARS SO MATT DAMON OR ANY OTHER ASTRONAUT STUCK UP THERE COULD CHEER FOR THE CATS!
IS YOUR BOYFRIEND SLICK RICK STILL HIDING OUT UP ON BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN? I HEAR TELL HE DONE TAWKED TO THE NC2A AND ALL HE DONE WAS SHAKE HIS HEAD NO TO EVER QUESTION LIKE HE’S SLING BLADE. THE NC2A INVESTERGATOR WOULD AST QUESTIONS ABOUT WHO GOT THE MONEY FOR THEM PROSTERTUTES AND SLICK RICK WOULD JUST GRUNT BACK “Y’ALL GOT ANY FRENCH FRIED BU-TATERS?” OH, GO AHEAD AND PLAY DUMB, SLICK. NOW THAT THEY DONE LET NARTH CARAMALINER OFF THE HOOK FOR IMAGINARY CLASSES I’M SURE THEY AIN’T GONNA DO NOTHIN OVER SOME MIDDLE AGE SKANKS DANCIN AROUND NEKKID.
DADGUMMIT, THERE WAS ABOUT A HUNDERD THOUSAND NEKKED MIDDLE AGE LOSERVILLE SKANKS DANCIN AT THUNDER OVER LOSERVILLE AND AIN’T NOBODY CARED CUZ Y’ALL AINT GOT NO MORALS. YOU SUCK, WH&S. NEXT TIME I HEAR A U OF SMELL COACH SHOW ON THERE I’M GONNA BE LIKE BEYONCE AND TAKE A BASEBAW BAT TO SMASH MY RADIO. I KNOW ONE THING FOR SURE, BALDY. YOU AIN’T BECKY WITH THE GOOD HAIR. GIT OFF MY PHONE, YOU SNAGGLE TOOTH CARDINAL APOLOGIST. Y’ALL GO AHEAD AND BROADCAST U OF SMELL GAMES. JUST MAKE SURE YOU CRANK IT UP LOUD FOR THE KENTUCKY GAME SO ALL YOUR PINHEAD CARDINAL FANS CAN HEAR COACH CAL BEATIN YOU FOR THE NINTH TIME IN A ROW! FARDY & OH! FARDY & OH! FARDY & OH! GO CATS! GO BIG BLUE!