This past Memorial Day Weekend, many of us were shocked to hear the tragic news that Nick Michaels suddenly passed away. Nick's departure left a gaping hole in radio. But for his wife, Dianne, kids Nick, Jr., Amanda, and Alexandra, as well as his extended family, Christmas without one of the most charming and dynamic people I know has got to be so painful.
This post is the tribute I wrote about Nick in an effort to convey just how impactful he was on the radio business and to those of us who had the honor of working with him. Months later, I miss this guy, as I know many of his friends, clients, and co-workers do. I hope this post gives you a flavor of just who Nick was.
May he continue to rest in peace this Christmas and beyond, and warm hugs to Nick's family. Below are some Nickisms, courtesy of Nick's long-time collaborator at WDRV/Chicago – Matt Bisbee, along with Dave Beasing, and Radio World:
Noun — 1. Sentence or phrase that Nick Michaels uttered often.
Here are some sample Nickisms, compiled by Matt Bisbee of Hubbard Radio Chicago:
• “It’s not about us; it’s about them.”
• “Tell a story. If you make it real, the listener will follow.”
• “Write loudly and speak softly.”
• “What the audience discovers is more important than what they’re told.”
And from Holland Cooke's tribute, Nick's 3-word take on the essence of radio formats:
- All-news: “Now I know.”
- Sports: “My team first.”
- Classic rock: “Take me there.”
- Country: “Share the feeling.”
- Adult contemporary: “Time for me.”
- Talk radio: “Wasn't I right?”
Effing brilliant. – FJ
This past weekend, radio lost one of its most unique voices – and its most powerful storyteller. Nick Michaels passed away suddenly in his home in Miami. And for those of us who knew Nick and his bigger-than-life influence on rock radio, the news sent shock waves throughout social media circles.
Nick was a one of a kind radio guy. He told us we were living in “an over-communicated world” long before we figured it out for ourselves. He was the king of capturing attention – standing out by not shouting. In fact, Nick's whisper connected with more people than all those screaming, pukey dime-a-dozen voice guys.
Nick was the poet laureate of radio. He was spinning fascinating stories about the music before there was “This American Life” or “The Moth Radio Hour.”
My relationship with Nick started without ever meeting him. I somehow managed to avoid his outsized presence for a couple of decades. Then in early 2002, Entercom brought me into consult a struggling Triple A station – KQMT in Denver. The Mountain was hopelessly behind market icon KBCO in the ratings, and was mostly an afterthought in the market.
Dan Michaels was brought into program the station, and immediately knew he had to somehow set it apart. Clear Channel (as it was known back then) owned every rock station in the market. And so one of Dan's first moves was to bring in Nick Michaels as the station voice. But as I quickly learned, he was much more than that. He had an opinion – in fact, he had lots of them. And at times, he was critical of our programming, our positioning, and our writing.
I was in the market one day, and found myself complaining to Dan that some of our positioning language wasn't on the air. And he flat-out told me that Nick wouldn't read some of our copy. It turned out they had a production call scheduled that day, and I told him I wanted to sit in. Dan warned me – “If he knows you're in the room, it's not going to go well. He's not fond of consultants.” So, I told him not to introduce me, and I quietly hung back and listened to the exchange.
And it was strangely mesmerizing hearing Nick belittling Dan's (and my) copy, explaining to us we were missing the essence and passion of the music by simply tacking on slogans to the production we were running. It was an eye-opener, and I saw how Dan had to cajole, nudge, placate, and even beg Nick to even come close to getting what he wanted.
But the fact was, Nick's stuff was great. It was much better than ours. And it reached out and grabbed the audience, reconnecting them with the music they grew up with. Nick could spin amazing stories about the music and the fascinating people who made it, all the while reminding you why you fell in love with it in the first place.
In fact, much of his copy did just that. It took you back to the dorm room, your basement, your first girlfriend or boyfriend – and brought you back in touch with why the music first moved you, and why you became a rock fan.
Years later, Greg Solk introduced me to Nick, and we shared several meals and meetings together. And we took to each other, despite our very different roles in helping our stations win. Nick didn't just voice The Drive in Chicago. He was its soul. Greg Solk developed the concept and execution for a station that is a winner to this day. But it was Nick's copy, his treatment, his passion, and his love for the music that made the station sing. A lot of people have come and gone over the years at WDRV, but Nick remains the voice – and soul – of the station. Production director Matt Bisbee and Nick brilliantly collaborated to make the magic in the production studio, making The Drive sound different than any FM station on the dial.
Nick was a renaissance man. Originally from Canada, he broke into national advertising in New York City before he turned 30. And that signature voice – you could always differentiate a spot with Nick's touch – it just stood out and grabbed you. The guy was an artist (one of his photos above), a master gardener, an amazing family man, and one of those rare people with a naturally great sense of style.
He loved life, while pointing out its contradictions and its paradoxes. And he brought us closer to the beauty and splendor of the world around us, whether it was music, trees, art, people – or radio.
For nearly four decades, he lived the stylish life in Miami, and he loved that Florida vibe. After I started making my visits to the southeast corner of the state a few years ago, Nick and I and our wives got together from time to time.
Our meals started with conversations that turned into soliloquies, harangues, rants, and even lectures. Nick's conception of rock radio was a far cry from what it's evolved into today. I learned something from him every time we chatted. He re-centered me, reminding me why I started this career in the first place, but he was also very critical, asking why couldn't today's radio be better. Whether we talked about corporate radio or Donald Trump, you knew where Nick stood – on everything.
I sometimes felt guilty, too. Because he was usually right. Sometimes when I'm involved in a Classic Rock music sort, I think of Nick, and I thank God he wasn't in the room watching us slice and dice music like numbered commodities. It isn't difficult to still hear his voice telling us all how you can't use spreadsheets and algorithms to select music for millions of fans all over the country.
Many of the PDs who worked with Nick over the years developed that built-in “WWNS mechanism” – asking themselves What Would Nick Say when faced with a key decision or aesthetic dilemma.
Nick was so right that I sometimes didn't want to hear it. While I am intensely proud of the work I've done in radio these many years, Nick was a constant reminder to me – and everyone who worked with him – that we should and could be doing better. That we should up our games and set higher standards. That we should better reflect our audience and the music that shaped the times and their lives. He ended up starting his own syndicated show, “The Deep End,” so he could produce it his way – and show us all how it was done.
And it was all about his listeners. His show's Facebook page showed up on my feed last night, and while several of the comments are from radio people, most appear to be Nick's audience members – his loyal followers – expressing their shock over the news and their love for what he brought into their lives:
Crazy thing. I was lucky to attend my first Greta Van Fleet concert this past weekend in downtown Detroit, ironically on the day he passed away. If you haven't heard of this band, they're a remarkable story – a foursome of Gen Z kids from nearby Frankenmuth, Michigan who brilliantly make music reminiscent of the seminal rock and blues many of us Boomers grew up with.
As I watched these kids play, enjoying their passion and musicianship, it took me back to some of the early rock shows I'd had the honor of seeing decades ago. And during one great jam, Nick's voice came into my head, and I remember thinking he would really like this band.
But he'll not have that pleasure now.
Condolences to Nick's family, friends, clients, and listeners at this very difficult time. And also to the rock radio community and all the people who Nick touched, influenced, yelled at, and taught valuable lessons about radio, music, rock n' roll, life, and why the hell we're doing this in the first place.
Nick Michaels set a high bar, but helped us attain success, connecting us with what motivated our careers, often propelled by our love for the music.
Here's one of my favorite Nick vignettes:
His is an irreplaceable voice on the airwaves.
Rock on, Nick.
For another side of Nick, check out Holland Cooke's tribute here.
And the RadioWorld article from Dave Beasing here.
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