Jim Ladd was integral to my childhood, and continued to be a fixture of my adult life as well. I was a young KMET (“little bit of heaven, 94.7, KMET … tweedle dee”) listener and remember the pain when they became “The Wave”. I remember the joy of rediscovering him on KLOS, and then the pain returned when he was fired.
I sensed something was wrong with his health when he sold is home in the Canyon and his satellite radio show was cut back to one day a week.
I have cassette tapes of shows where I’d call in and request a single song, and Jim Ladd would build on it with a thematic set of songs that he would play long into the night. In terms of disc jockeys, Jim Ladd and Dr Demento genuinely shaped my musical sensibilities.
I have an autographed copy of his book, but his legacy is the music he played and the community he built, formed of people who would never meet but were united in song.
The tribal drum is silent. But the spirit lives on.