Get paid to sit around and play music.  What kid doesn’t want that kind of job?  I started out at KUDL in Kansas City when I was just 16.  They gave me a broom.  I wasn’t on the air, but I was there.  They played this really progressive rock, if you really can call it rock.  I mean, nothing was sacred.  There really wasn’t a type of music that we said “No” to.  As long as it was good.  We’d follow Pink Floyd with Johnny Cash.  We played a lot of true album rock.  Really obscure stuff, but always good.  Then, overnight, we changed our format.  We went to Christian radio.  Not even good Christian radio.  I ended up at KMEL.  San Francisco.  I went there after the job ended with a friend of mine.  I mean, we’re talkin’… what?  1978.  That sort of thing was still cool.  We just went.  He ended up joining the Navy when his money ran out.  Like I said, I got on at KMEL.  They were outstanding.  That was really a great gig.  I had the late night spot.  10 to 4.  In the morning.   You wouldn’t believe the phone calls you get at a radio station at 3 in the morning.  Then KMEL got bought out by some mega corporation.  I guess that was ’84.  The Regan years.  Their format was what they called progressive.  It’s what we called crap.  All the DJs left overnight.  I came back to the Midwest.  I tried to think divergently.  You know, what can somebody with a high school diploma, probably about 60 college hours from, like, 5 different colleges, none of them worth a rip… what can somebody like that do?  Yeah, you can manage a pizza restaurant.  But after a couple of years of that… Wow.  So, pretty much, I ended up here.  KOLD.  Spinning oldies.  But you see, the thing most people don’t understand about radio is the play list.  It’s a list they give you of the music you’re supposed to play.  Sure, play lists have always been around.  Singles they want you to push, artists who are going to be in town.  But now days, they don’t just suggest.  You have to play this crap.  If you could slip in just one of your own favorites during a shift, you’re good.  And one is not enough.  Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard “Sweet Home Alabama”?  I am burned out on Zeppelin.  Man, how is that possible?  I’m even starting to get tired of Pink Floyd.  I don’t even listen to music at home anymore.  I don’t even have a radio.