I live that song!

Hey you, you old broadcasting coot!  I see you snarling at me through that fake smile.  You're wondering why I'M here at all.  You don't think I deserve to walk through the same door as you, play the same tunes and speak about these players as if they belong to me. 

25 years in this broadcasting business and never has anyone lacked such courtesy.  I guess I've been pretty lucky so far,  that is until YOU!  Even as a young woman in the presence of the Betty Kennedy's, Carl Banas's and Alan Slaights of this world,  I always felt welcomed.   In their case, they chose to be mentors.  With words of encoragement and advice.  You just look scared.  And I'm sorry for that.

Music is a gift that's meant to be shared by those who love it, not protected or limited by its generation.