Local radio DJ Scott Adams passed away August 15 at the age of 60. An over-the-air staple in both Las Cruces and El Paso, Scott’s impact went far beyond the radio dial, influencing many lives, including Jack Lutz, a fellow DJ and close friend.
To say that I’m completely crushed and devastated over the loss of fellow radio brother, coworker and most importantly my friend, Scott Adams aka Scott McCarthy is an understatement.
When I was a kid, I used to call him CONSTANTLY during his show on KHEY Country 96.3 and request Reba McEntire’s “The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia.” He never got snarky with me, he never gave me attitude, he actually started to find it funny that this kid kept calling him to request this certain country song.
His radio career in El Paso and Las Cruces was criminally underrated and I feel that his legacy deserves some spotlight attention.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Scott was one of the reasons why I wanted to be a radio dj. His delivery was smooth, clean, crisp and always to the point. His voice always fit and went over so well with whatever was playing in the background, he could simply blend in with whatever was playing and it all sounded so natural.
His work ethic was something to admire as well, he would drive every day from El Paso to Las Cruces and never complained. One day he showed up to work, not realizing he had a stroke and was ready to go on air! That’s right, Scott had a stroke and still made it to work!
When he got better, I jokingly told Scott that he ruined sick days for the rest of us and that no one ever had an excuse to call in sick to work again.
Scott was also incredibly humble. He never walked around with shirts or other apparel that had his name on it or when someone would describe him as a local celebrity, which sounds ridiculous when you say that out loud, he would simply brush it off and describe himself as “just a guy you hear on the radio that loves music.”
Scott quite frankly never had an evil bone in his body.
I’m so glad I got to know Scott when he and I started working in radio together for Bravo Mic Communications in Las Cruces, as we not only became close colleagues but – most importantly- we became friends. We bonded over music, comic books, our struggles in life and the biggest one of all, our love for our mothers.
We would sit and talk in the jock room right until his show would start and I relish every moment I got to talk to and learn from him.
You were a good man, Scott. I already miss you profoundly.
Right now heaven has one heck of a radio station. Big Al and Rick Madrigal doing mornings, Scott Ronson on prime-time, Magic Mike on the afternoon drive and Scott McCarthy doing midday.
You’re my hero Scott, you always will be.
Finis vitae sed non amoris.