Tune In, Turn On

Bobby Patterson, of Grand Prairie's KKDA-AM, is an old-school deejay who has no place in the cookie-cutter world of modern radio. No wonder he's my favorite.

AN OFFICIAL-SOUNDING VOICE OPENS the show, riffing on the Superman theme: “Faster than Emmitt Smith, more powerful than a DART train, able to leap the Longhorn Ballroom in a single bound!” A stream of guttural shouts, screams, and whoops follows, then comes a flood of jive talk. “Yes, indeedy, sweetie, we walkin’ on dirt, and the dirt ain’t walkin’ on us!” says the deejay. “If you can’t dig this, you got a hole in your soul!”

At most radio stations the patter serves as filler between the advertising and the music—in this case, soul oldies such as “Back Stabbers,” a hit for the O’Jays in the seventies. But on this show the music is merely a breather from the high-octane chatter. That’s what keeps the audience tuned in. The nanosecond the song begins to fade, the rhyming rap returns. “Oh, yeah, I’m trying to tickle your funny bone while you got me on,” he says. “If you just got out of jail, and you ain’t got but a nickel and a nail, turn me on and I’ll turn you on!” Bobby Patterson, my favorite deejay in the state, is on the air.

As the fifth-largest media market in the nation, Dallas-Fort Worth boasts an exceptional number of interesting personalities worth tuning in, among them Ron Chapman, Glenn Mitchell, Russ Parr, the Hardliners, Norm Hitzges, Hal Jay, Katie Pruett, Marla Crockett, and Kidd Kraddick. But if it’s between nine and noon on a weekday, my car radio is locked onto Patterson’s Soul 73, KKDA-AM, an unheralded station from Grand Prairie that mainly targets older black listeners and features rhythm and blues, soul, and gospel oldies.

Patterson is hardly the latest flavor in radio deejays. It would be more accurate to call the 58-year-old a throwback, a last echo of honest-to-James-Brown soul broadcasting recalling an era when the deejay was as much of a star as the music. He doesn’t just rhyme, which he happens to do better than anyone on the radio. He evokes radio at its best. Patterson is always upbeat, engaging, and brimming with shtick, delivering his repertoire with the timing of a seasoned entertainer who knows how to work a crowd. He sounds sincere, an uncommon quality in his line of work. He’s personable and personal, constantly working the phones and sending shout-outs to nursing homes, barbershops, kinfolk, and Shady Grove Baptist, the church where he was baptized as a baby.

The frenetic pace keeps everyone on his toes, and that includes the buttoned-down traffic reporter. As Patterson slides into that segment, he’s extolling the virtues of soul food. “I love chitlins. I got to have it! I ain’t gonna lose it!” he says. All morning he has been encouraging listeners to phone in their “recipes,” and Patterson repeats some to the traffic reporter. “You ever had chitlins in a blanket? Moo Goo Gai chitlins?” It’s obvious the reporter just wants to update road conditions, and as he finishes, Patterson promises to spend the next traffic segment teaching him the Ebonics Word of the Day. His parting shot is, “Thanks for giving us the lowdown on the slowdown!”

It’s rare for a talent like Patterson to count in modern broadcasting, in which cookie-cutter formats, voice streaming from distant locations, and syndication define programming trends, reflecting radio’s slide from a public trust to a bottom-line business. Personalities like his were once the meat and potatoes of the medium. I grew up listening to radio in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, raised on voices as distinctive as their air names: the Mad Lad, the Weird Beard, the Big R, the

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