"Wait, I can be a DJ? That's awesome!"
One of the nicest things about WIDR being out on campus is that we get the chance to snare the kids who will, in all likelihood, need us. I know so many people who would've left Western or straight up dropped out were it not for their love of WIDR.
I spent most of this afternoon sitting in the middle of a field on campus, DJing for Fall Welcome, which means that anyone moving into The Valleys between one and five heard at least a little bit of what the station and my personal music collection have to offer. For most people it didn't matter, but there were a few people that I talked to for whom the possibility of being a part of WIDR excited them. That means a lot to me. But more than that, I like knowing that somewhere in that mass of humanity there was a kid who felt completely out of place in this time of great adventure. Maybe a girl, maybe a guy, but someone who never feels as though they have a place to fit. Then, reverberating across the pond and bouncing off the out-dated facades of their dorm, they heard Iggy, they heard The Ramones, they heard Hedwig and Neko and Tally Hall and all these familiar voices that always feel like home. Suddenly they don't feel so alone any more, some of the pressure lifts, and after some investigation, they find themselves on our doorstep.
That's something I've longed for my entire life and I moves me that WIDR has been and can be that for people, in years that while broadening, can so often leave deep wounds. Being part of the salve means a lot. Yes, yes, I know I turn into a complete mushball about these things, but little things can make such monumental differences in a life
Aside from that satisfaction, I got to spend four hours outside on a stunning day, playing music I love, and meeting new people that don't annoy me. That is a win in my book. The only downside is that I keep forgetting I don't have long hair anymore and thus cannot forgo sunscreen on the part of my back exposed in the dress I wore. I...I am a bit red in a narrow V.
I spent most of this afternoon sitting in the middle of a field on campus, DJing for Fall Welcome, which means that anyone moving into The Valleys between one and five heard at least a little bit of what the station and my personal music collection have to offer. For most people it didn't matter, but there were a few people that I talked to for whom the possibility of being a part of WIDR excited them. That means a lot to me. But more than that, I like knowing that somewhere in that mass of humanity there was a kid who felt completely out of place in this time of great adventure. Maybe a girl, maybe a guy, but someone who never feels as though they have a place to fit. Then, reverberating across the pond and bouncing off the out-dated facades of their dorm, they heard Iggy, they heard The Ramones, they heard Hedwig and Neko and Tally Hall and all these familiar voices that always feel like home. Suddenly they don't feel so alone any more, some of the pressure lifts, and after some investigation, they find themselves on our doorstep.
That's something I've longed for my entire life and I moves me that WIDR has been and can be that for people, in years that while broadening, can so often leave deep wounds. Being part of the salve means a lot. Yes, yes, I know I turn into a complete mushball about these things, but little things can make such monumental differences in a life
Aside from that satisfaction, I got to spend four hours outside on a stunning day, playing music I love, and meeting new people that don't annoy me. That is a win in my book. The only downside is that I keep forgetting I don't have long hair anymore and thus cannot forgo sunscreen on the part of my back exposed in the dress I wore. I...I am a bit red in a narrow V.