It’s all over but the shouting…
Thanks to EVERYONE who showed some love and support this Fund Drive. You all are amazing and you make us amazing.
We couldn’t do this without you. If you couldn’t donate this time around, you can donate any time to WRIR. Thanks again for supporting truly independent radio.
WRIR lp 97.3 FM Spring Fund Drive 2011
Every week I get to go to WRIR, and for a few hours I get this…art…this arsenal of wonderful sonics from incredible artists to swim around in: local music, new music, old music, under-appreciated music, music from across the pond, Sweden, Greece, Spain, Germany, Norway, hearing from folks from Bangkok to St. Louis…By the time it’s ready to flip the switch, I’m downright giddy. To be perfectly honest, every week it’s an exercise to see if I can keep from wetting my knickers {in the interest of being transparent, there are occasional accidents when Phil D. comes in}. A friend told me a year ago that whenever my hackles get up, or the curmudgeon takes over, they were going to remind me of something.
“You get to play rock ‘n’ roll music on the radio.”
Damn right I do. And I love it. Love every second, in spite of my diaper. But it’s not just radio, it’s WRIR. Since I started donating, then volunteering, then being allowed to man your airwaves for a few hours, I’ve met some of the richest, most interesting, and dedicated freak-flag wavers I have ever run across. All right here in our backyard. Style Weekly, no stranger to our backyard, knows this. Paste Magazine knows this. And every volunteer and friend at WRIR that I run into knows this.
When I blew into our fair city years ago, I was moving stuff here, then over there, then back over here to see how it would look. Then I turned on the radio and I…did I tell you about my knickers?
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