But it also started me questioning things.
By the time I got to college, I started invading male territory - without even realizing it. Immediately noticed the big poster in the dorm cafeteria about the student radio station. Got curious, went and checked it out, and fell in head first. THIS was COOL!!! And I discovered I was pretty good at it. And there were very few girls interested in it or involved in it, so I was kinda “unique.”
By the time I got to junior year, I was the only girl with a “prime time shift” - the highly-coveted 9pm-midnight weeknight slot. Mine was Wednesday night, and I took requests. And it turned out to be a party show every week. Even within the station staff! Dear God in Heaven, that was FUN!
There developed a weekly routine: a couple of the guys hopped in their VW bug at about 6:30pm and headed up the freeway to Tommy’s in downtown L.A. for their renowned chili burgers. They’d order a couple dozen chili burgers and drive back down to campus and would arrive just as my show went on. It was really cool, looking through the studio window to the outer office and see it full of people, chowing down and partying, and I was providing the music! And they’d poke their heads into the studio and make requests! And by Jove I played ‘em, whether it came over phone calls from the dorms, elsewhere on campus, the local community, or even just the outer office. “Smoke on the Water” and “Stairway to Heaven” and more, every week! Some of the most fun I EVER had in my whole life with my clothes still on!
That’s about the time I started wondering if maybe this was something I could do to make a living. And I did. And - um - yes, with my clothes still on. Those sure were the days! SWEET GOD that was fun!!!!!
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