For the last 9 years this night owl has truly enjoyed waking you up in the
I’ve seen many changes throughout my time here. Although I had to grit my teeth at times when I was disappointed or upset with things… I pulled my boot
straps up, smiled, and moved forward. You do that when you truly love what you do… whatever your career path. You might not agree with what is going on or might be excited about new change; either way… you evolve. Always. The music must go on. A huge chunk of my heart will remain at KVOM… Entertaining you was something I don't take for granted. I often at times joke with people… “I
just get paid to talk because let’s be honest, I’m not good at anything else!”
During the early years I remember spending the night at the radio station (from being out too late the night before -HA!) terrified I wouldn’t wake up in the morning. I’ll never forget (during the red dirt golden years -HA!) winning “Radio Personality of the Year.” 3 times might I add…. at the Texas Regional Radio Awards Show. I've never been so excited to be rubbing elbows with red dirt acts and Nashville artists that I believed in. I really wanted to see them succeed because that meant I was succeeding. It was amazing to go to a Turnpike Troubadours concert and see every single person in the crowd sing every single word to every single song. I would think, Hey, they listen to MY STATION. It gives me the radio dork chills. I’ll never forget the interviews, concerts, events, Trading Time (OMG, okay maybe I’d like to forget that- I could write an entire blog post about Trading Time and the crazy calls that went along with that.) the smiles, the friends I made, the remotes, my clients, the precious listeners… the music.
With all the happiness; I had much heartbreak though in my personal life through those 9 years left on the airways. If you knew me personally and what was going on.. you could always could confirm it by the songs I was playing.
I’ll never forget when I was on a personal break for about a month in September 2011. Scott passed away. Music was something we both held on to and adored. It also helped me grieve. I remember thinking, “How can I be happy on air when I feel so miserable and heartbroken inside?” God winked at me as soon as I walked into the station. Reassuring me that everything was going to be okay. My desk was covered in cds, notes, letters, junk mail. There was a box on my desk (not unusual, promoters sent us stuff all the time.) I opened this box, and there was a poster and a cd from George Strait. This was unusual though… Big artist NEVER sent us stuff. We got things from a bunch of no-name up and coming artist. Never THE KING of COUNTRY. He had just came out with a new song and was promoting it. Scott loved George. So I thought, how crazy!? I opened the cd and unrolled the poster… I played “Here For a Good Time” immediately on the radio for the first time. If you’ve ever heard the lyrics… it described Scott to a T.
"I ain't here for a long time
I'm here for a good time
So bring on some sunshine, to hell with the red wine
Pour me some moonshine
When I am gone put it in stone, he left nothing behind'
I ain't here for a long time
I'm here for a good time"
It really was a magical moment the first time I played that song. I felt his spirit with me that early morning at the radio station. To this day, every time I hear that song I think of KVOM, Scott, and the magic of radio.
When I was a little girl I would play on my swing set outside and sing as loud as I could and then pretend to be a radio DJ and announce the next song. I would
I’m very thankful for this last year of pre-recording my show. While it wasn’t the
Thank you to my friends and colleagues (at what will always in my heart be RVR) -Rich, Aaron, Johnny, Eric, Hunter. You’ll always be rock stars in my book that do too much with too little pay. Thank you for allowing me to be a tiny piece in your lives on air and now behind the scenes. None of this would have been possible without you.
Listeners, thank you for rallying behind me and supporting me. Thank you for listening. Radio is nothing without the listeners.
My family. My friends. Thank you for hearing my heart on the air for these last 9 years. Don't touch that dial...