While I was in college, I got involved with the college FM radio station. I got a 2-hour slot one evening a week for a show called "Caravan," which played easy listening/MOR (middle of the road) music. I enjoyed blending mixes, although I was terrified every time I put the mic on to speak. I also read newscasts that aired on 2 stations that played in the dorms at my school and at SUNY Potsdam, the other college in town.
But I had my eye on the jazz show that aired weekly. When the guy who did that
show graduated at the end of my freshman year, I grabbed the show and renamed it "The Jazz Scene." I loved jazz, although I really didn't know much about it. So I bought myself "The Encyclopedia of Jazz" by Leonard Feather, whose name I knew from countless liner notes he'd written for jazz albums. And I'd go the school library to read the latest copy of Village Voice, to be up on new jazz albums and club dates.
On school breaks, I'd head down to the Village to hear live jazz, bringing the station's portable tape recorder so I could get quick interviews with the likes of Herbie Mann, Carmen McCrae, Billy Taylor and others. For one semester, I shared the mic with one of the school's Humanities professors -- Wes Craven, who later left for Hollywood to become the horror film icon.
In my senior year, I became station manager, so I got involved in station programming and promotion. I had so much fun, and I also learned a lot about managing various personalities -- especially tricky since everyone at the station was an unpaid volunteer.
I would have tried for a career in broadcasting, except I always had that fear when the mic would be on. And I was never a glib, fast-talking DJ, which was the style at the time.
So when I graduated, I didn't pursue radio, but instead got my MBA in Public Relations. And I've had a great career in that field...enjoying the work, learning a lot and rarely having a dull day.
I still follow radio, and when I see the Facebook groups and broadcasting newsletters about industry happenings, I realize how lucky I am that I chose the PR path over radio.
Oldtimers constantly complain about missing the "good ole days," when they could pick what songs they'd play. And as the big radio conglomorates gobble up station after station, things like local newscasts, local public affairs programming and jobs themselves have disappeared. One radio newsletter lists long-timers who've been cut by corporate bean-counters and are now, at advanced ages, on the street and job-hunting.
I consider myself lucky that I had some time in radio but, in hindsight, I'm so glad I followed the career path I did.