So on Sunday the 26th, I will officially be with KRAB (and in general, radio) for ten years. I'm going to try to avoid being mushy and boo-hooey, but this job has been one of the greatest things to ever happen to me. Danny Spanks is one of the greatest humans I have ever met. My listeners are some of the greatest friends I have ever made. Producer Bear is the greatest producer I will ever have. Want a good producer? Go to a forest with a giant trash bin, some salmon, and the promise of unlimited honey. You'll start getting a decent show.
So, I started at KRAB on August 26th, 2002. I was a journalism student with aspirations of working for a music magazine. I thought radio would be a good way to segue into that field. Huh. I did early morning shifts for awhile reading meters (a real LOL was just had right now when I typed that) and babysitting stations. Somehow, I ended up on the air. Maybe it was gumption, but more than likely it was "Aw crap, we need someone to run the board for a remote. Get Robin, she likes money."
Throughout the past ten years, I have had the opportunity to meet bands, interview some amazing performers, throw my voice to other markets (I love you, Santa Maria and Missoula!), drive a giant van that peels out at five miles per hour, and interact with some ridiculously cool people. I've also got an entire wardrobe made up of free t-shirts and a box of unused concert tickets.
Also on the 26th? Shirley Manson's birthday! C'mon, if that isn't awesome, I don't know what is. The work that woman has done has kept me sane since I was a grumpy teenager. Garbage, guys. Garbage means the world to me. So, yeah. The fact that her birthday is the same day as my KRABiversary is pretty darn fitting.
The point I am trying to make from all of this text yammering is that I feel like the luckiest person in the world. To work in an industry that everyone considers "shakey ground" feels crazy. For this long? Holy crap. I have a long list of people to thank, but will probably thank the majority of them personally. But thank YOU for listening and tolerating my dumb ass. I wouldn't be here without you. Yes, you. You with the pants. And YOU. You without the pants. It's cool, man. Just cover your shame. I am massively grateful for all of it, I promise.
To another ten years? Sure, WHY NOT?! Love, wuv, lovity wuv. I'm going to play something stupid now. Because that's what I do for special occasions.
PS- I never finished with Journalism.
Here is some of the stuff I've been able to play for "special occasions."