I am new to KZSM, but not new to radio. You can hear my show Monday nights 8-9 p.m. on 104.1 and KZSM.org. “Searching For The First Rock and Roll Song” traces the extensive roots of rock through the productions of small regional record companies, featuring home grown music you’ve never heard.
If you grew up with radio, you know the power of late-night listening. With four of your senses loafing, your ears and mind will deliver brain disasters ranging from insomnia to nightmares. There’s an escape, though. Follow the light. The radio dial’s glow. A beacon into a world of unlimited freedoms.
I was the kid who constantly called the ten-watt “underground” radio station. Finally they said, “Okay kid, ride your bike to the studio and I’ll show you how.” Eventually, I got my first radio job—changing the tapes on the late night Saturday shift nobody wanted. But I could deliver the hourly station ID. After my first week, station management restricted my station identifications to the FCC minimum of two words. Still, the unbridled enthusiasm of my “KUNC, Greeley” can never be topped by anyone with an ounce of shame. Radio was my freedom.
