![]() I might have had a brain full of philosophical tenets, high ideals, and opinions I couldn't wait to vocalize. I'd started out on the college radio station, graduated a couple of years ago, and got the gig at KNOB after interning here. My illusions about the true power of being a radio DJ had pretty much been shattered by this time. It was thinking you were the first person to discover The Clash and you had to spread the word. To be a DJ at an alternative public radio station? That was being God with a mission. ![]() ![]() I put on the headphones and sat back in the chair with its squeaky wheels and torn upholstery. ![]() One of the nice things about the late shift at a radio station was that I didn't have to look good for anybody. I was wearing jeans and an oversized sweatshirt that had been through the wash too many times. I dimmed the lights so the control board glowed, the dials and switches futuristic and sinister. "Things change."įinally, I had the place to myself. I'd gone positively nocturnal the last few months. He'd started playing some third-generation grunge band that made my hackles rise, but I smiled anyway. "Hey, Kitty, thanks again for taking the midnight shift," he said. I tossed my backpack in a corner of the studio and high-fived Rodney on his way out. ![]()
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