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I Made It Seven Years In Radio Before Getting Canned

Seven years today. Almost made it! I think seven years at one station, working mornings, is a pretty good run. Especially when I think about just how improbable it was that I ever ended up here in San Diego, on air.

I’d graduated from Loyola University of Chicago in 99 and ended up moving back to Texas, where I lived with my parents and lived a very drunken, fruitless existence. Finally my mother, God bless her, made an appointment for me with a career counselor/psychiatrist. I went, against my will. Several times.


Her name was Joan and she was on the fifth floor of an office building, located off the Tollway in Dallas. Unbeknownst to me, ClearChannel had it’s sales/promotions offices on the 7th floor. 102.1 The Edge and 97.1 KEGL, two stations that I’d grown up listening to and loving were two floors above me.

After several worthless sessions with Joan, she’d finally hit her wit’s end with me, which has been known to happen from time to time. She literally grabbed me by the arm and marched me upstairs to their office. Problem was, it was about 6:00 at night and most folks in radio were deep into happy hour at that time. But fate intervened in my life once again. A guy named Loren Condron was walking out of the office. As it were, Loren was the head of promotions for The Edge and The Eagle. Joan practically accosted him and told him “Sir…this boy needs a job. He’s young. He’s sharp and he needs direction”. So I got a card and was instructed to call him tomorrow. I did and I was hired in promotions for the two stations.

I’d worked my way into a sales postion for the Eagle and I’d never been happier. I was working in radio, rock radio at that, meeting bands, selling radio, making money, having the time of my life. It was there that I met a morning show from San Jose, The Mikey Show. They’d just replaced Stern on my station, and upon first listen, I thought they were hysterical and I told them so. We all became fast friends and they’d put me on the air from time to time, always telling me that I was born to be on the air. They didn’t make it long in Dallas, but we all remained friends over the years. I just needed a shot.

Finally that shot came on New Year’s Day 2010. Once again, back at my parent’s house, extremely hungover, I got the call that would change my life. “Dude…do you want to move to San Diego and be on the radio”. I started on the air one month later. Today. 2010. To say it’s been a rollercoaster is the understatement of the year. But thinking about how many times fate intervened to get me here, to this point, today: it’s mind blowing. If I’m never on a microphone on traditional radio again, don’t be sad for me. It was the greatest experience ever. Thanks for being there.