I was operations manager of a small college FM station in the early-mid 1970s. Later, I worked briefly at Top 40 and Country format stations in '77-'79, when I grew up and gave up on the corporate broadcasting mind manipulation machine and got a "real job" as an AV media producer (a "kinder, gentler" sort of corporate mind manipulation machine!). I've been a supporter of and listener to public radio and college radio stations ever since, because I detest the mind-numbing sludge that much commercial radio had become by the time I got into it.
Our college public radio station played a little of everything — blues and bluegrass, classical, country, folk, funk, jazz, pop, rock, soul, trance (before it was trance), and more. We might have heard a Brahms Lullaby segue into something from Led Zeppelin, into some John Coltrane, Miles Davis, or Cole Porter, into Gram Parsons, into The Good Ole' Persons, into Deteriorata off the National Lampoon Radio Dinner album, into some Tangerine Dream... who knows what. Most of us had a, "Pull it from the stacks, preview it, and if you like it, play it," attitude. There was a surprise every few minutes! With 55 different hosts on the air throughout a week, there was a stew of diversity.
We jarred, enlightened, entertained, engaged, and created magical dialogs with listeners. Our phone line lit up often, with laughter, angst, compliments, queries, and 'WTF' commentaries. My favorite on-air moment was when a music professor called me after I played some Frank Zappa ("The Grand Wazoo" and "Eat That Question") and wanted to know, "Who the hell is that?" He was an instant fan.
Alas, the college took over the station a year after I graduated. They turned it into a high power classical station, noses fully raised in the air with a show of effete snobbery. They even hired an announcer with a Windsor British accent. (I LOVE classical music, but spare me the puffery.)
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