Back in the day, I used to be a DJ. To prove how old I am, I was on the air back before Howard Stern could say anything he wanted, in olden days when you actually had to have an FCC license. Really. I spent 10 years in radio, first in high school outside Princeton, then in college in Austin, and even in a renegade SUNY station in midtown Manhattan. I even spun at a dance club for a while on the east side (dead shift Sunday-Mondays, but still) until a couple guys with guns came running through the club and out the back door. I decided I could do without that kind of excitement--or critics, for that matter. And of course, I was heavy into the indie music scene, with friends in
groups playing all the cool NYC clubs (a moment of silence, please, for
the now defunct CBGB, may it rest in historic music and sticky floor peace).
If I wasn't with the band, I knew a guy who knew a guy. I've had more
backstage passes than I can count, and I felt seriously cool, even if
it was only by association.
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