Vanessa Boyd '99
As an entering freshman I attended an event with a title I don't remember in the SUB that consisted of campus organizations and sign-up lists. Scanning the crowd I went straight for the table where it looked like people that spoke a language I knew. There was a young woman with cropped don't-you-dare-not-notice-me dyed red hair, the first long-haired guy I'd seen, and another guy with the only facial piercing I had yet to see. It was not hard to find this table amongst the excess of conservatively dressed meandering folks.
I signed up to be a dj and somehow was accepted. I had yet to learn that there was little or no discrimination since getting people to do a show, let alone people who felt priviledged to do so, was a feat to accomplish on a regular basis.
I kept hearing about some boss-lady named Squirt. I imagined her to be a tall intimidating woman who skirted about doing really important things. This turned out to be Allison Eddy, a friend of mine now, who is actually a four-foot-something woman of a snuggly nature. She was the redhead I remembered seeing in the beginning.
Between her and Stump, the pierced fellow from above, I began working for what I called the Stump and Squirt regime. They were wildly and fanatically concerned with keeping all commercial music off the air at kscl. The first semester or so that I worked, including my training, there were no headphones that worked in the booth, so there were a few times that in making a mistake with either two songs playing at once or dead-air instead, I was paralyzed with fear as Stump rushed into the booth in a blaze of motion, pushing buttons in deliberate furry, only to leave with the same gusto without ever saying a word.
(I also acquired a station nickname - Spunky, or Spunky Parts if you had the time - which would take too long to explain the origin of.)
In the fall of 1997 I began working with Tommy Welch as program director of kscl. I had no knowledge or experience on the administrative side of things, but I was willing to learn and that's what I did. What I learned was the nature of a love-hate relationship. I spent more hours than I would have liked filling in for dj's at the last possible minute. Although this experience made me angry and frustrated, I am more than thankful that I went to a college where I was able to do what I did with kscl. It was the radio station that made up for many of the disadvantages that attending a small school has. As far as stories go, I did go to the CMJ festival in NYC that year with Stump and Tommy. Aside from asking Marilyn Manson a few philisophical questions I also had the opportunity to drag the two of my companions through Central Park at one in the morning, much to their chagrin, but also none to their harm.