BY BRENNA WALL
There is something very romantic about radio. Maybe that’s from a childhood of parents listening to NPR or dancing with my dad to Chicago’s XRT “Breakfast with the Beatles”. From all of these tiny moments, it is hard not being entranced by the person on the other end of the wavelength.
I think there’s something specifically beautiful about college radio. The odd conglomerate of folks who want a space, an hour to have their voice potentially heard (even when it’s only the Panera patrons who listen). It’s liberating without being intimidating, plus who cares if you bother people in the BSC.
The roles were switched for me when I applied to be a DJ my freshman year. I was the voice on the other side, who got to choose what everyone would hear and talk about how much the songs meant to me. Out of a need to make friends, I signed up with a girl on my freshman floor. Her named rhymed with mine, she was way cooler than me, but we had a similar taste in music; we were practically made to have a show together. The Jenna Brenna show was born, Sunday’s at one.
Two and half years later, KSLU is so dear to me. The tiny studio has been one of my favorite nooks, filled with friends, giggling on air, and stellar music. Jenna is still my co-host, and one of my closet friends, we still meet every Sunday at one. It has functioned as a sacred time and space in my college experience.
College radio is an under-funded, gold mine of distinctive individuals. My experience with college radio is defined by the strange collective of people who love music and want a space. I am happy to have found them.