It’s official. I am a DJ. Ish.
I have a 2-hour-a-week time slot for my university’s internet radio station. My first show was last Friday, and it went okay. But I didn’t want to officially broadcast the fact that I was buzzing the air waves until I had done a test-run. Luckily, my format is “free-form” so I can basically do anything I want. However, all I want to do is play music and tell the listeners the song/artist they just heard. Maybe interject a comment here and there. My Dad thinks that’s devastatingly boring. He wants me to bring in people to interview. Which is fine for other types of DJs. But I’m not studying to be a journalist. Oh wait…
Anyway, the point is that it’s Friday again, and in one hour, I will be on the air once again for my second radio show. I’m required to have a DJ name. I know it’s supposed to be clever and cool and stuff, but I just feel ridiculous saying anything else but “Hey, this is DJ Katy!” Honestly, even having to say “DJ” makes me feel stupid. I do have another name in mind. I should actually probably start using it or I may get in trouble with the station manager. Whatever. I’m playing it by ear!
Now that I know the ropes, I’m telling the world:
I am DJ Nova! I play great indie, alternative, and rock music every Friday from 12-2 pm (central time)! Go to KUIW.org to listen!