Join me now on a stumble down memory lane...
I came back to this station after a bad first experience in commercial radio. Unfortunately, it was too late: |
Radio was in my blood. After 8 months, I had to get out and live in a city. The city I chose was Eugene, OR.
Too bad there were no jobs for a Boy Production Genius there...
One, donít compromise your On-Air persona and sense of humor to please a PD; and two, Never trust a Hippie. |
And there's no better time spent than hanging out at a radio station with your work family. I worked with
some good, young Air Talent there.
Drug deals and shady business practices took down the owner, and as far as I know, only one person from that
And my ex was working there, hating every moment of it. It comforted me, somehow. This is the place that taught |
me everything all the stations Iíd previously been at DIDNíT. I board op'ed Portland Trailblazer games on Fridays,
pulled an afternoon shift on Saturday, signed the station on Sunday morning and did graveyard on Monday morning.
And every Monday morning Iíd drive back to Eugene, anticipating the next weekend.
I learned so much there about being a jock, it's a shame gigs like that no longer exist.
During my time here, I became the "voice" of Woodstacks Pizza and was specifically requested by clients |
to do their production. I also rebuilt the transmitter after it melted down.