It was an afternoon show. I was doing thestay-at-home dad thing with our infant daughter and 4 year old son. Baby girl was napping and on comes "Poinciana", the Jamal/Pershing version. Vernell Fournier got good to me and I started dancing all over the room, joined rather rapidly by Young Mr. Sangrey. We danced all the way until the end, after which the announcer came on and said something like, well, I'm not going to be playing any more Ahmad Jamal, that's for sure. Beeline to the phone and gave this guy a WTF? rundown (in some detail) about how important that cut was to jazz in general, and how important it had just been to both my son and myself. He had some mealy-mouth excuse about how he had never heard of Ahmad Jamal before this record, maybe he should listen to some other records besides this one, it sounded like some simplistic pounding to him, maybe he wasn't paying attention, blahblahblah. Blah. I just told him, yeah, dude, keep trying, and hung up.
Maybe I wasn't "nice", but stupidity is like bullying - if you don't stand up to it, it keeps spreading.
There were some good shows on whatever station that was, but they always came from guest hosts, like the one guy who did an hour straight of Booker Ervin and spoked knowledgably. Maybe that was a community-radio station? Seems like all the good stuff was always during a pledge drive.