I can’t help it. It’s my passion, though people who know me would argue that it is an obsession. XRT became “Chicago’s Finest Rock” station more than 40 years ago, and doing the math, I realize I’ve been a weekend DJ here for most of those years. Yikes! For now I’m just popping in for a shift here or there.
There’ve been a lot of changes since XRT launched in 1972, and I came aboard in April of 1977: There were no pre-recorded commercials, we played vinyl albums on turntables, many of our male DJs had a lot more hair than they have today, and none of us needed reading glasses. Many of us have since married, had babies who are now adults, lost parents and watched the world change in more ways than we could have imagined.
But for me, and many others, XRT has been a constant: The favorite button on the car radio, or a prominent icon on the screen. And there’s always been Terri. No matter our mood or the weather or the latest crisis, we have always been able to count on XRT, with a cadre of radioheads even more dedicated than me, to be spinning out an ever-evolving, engaging mix of really great music, 24/7.
For decades, now, I’ve had too many late nights, with weekend mornings that arrive way too early. But I’ve rolled out of bed and over to the old Belmont Avenue bunker or to our shiny new downtown location. Once settled into the XRT studio, cocooned by walls of records and CDs or a click away from a vault loaded with thousands of songs, I feel the same thrill- like a kid in a candy store, a DJ at 93XRT.