Radio and I go back, long before I was music director at my college radio station. When I was a small child, I'd be up for hours after everyone in my house had gone to sleep, listening, carefully, (through a [mono] earplug and, later, headphones) to new music, across a number of genres, from a college radio station 45 miles from my hometown.
It was a crucial experience in my life. That radio station was my only regular source for a broad range of audio art that played a significant role in who I ultimately became.
Seems like I've always been out here, listening for the missing music.
When I later had the chance to program what was being played at the stations I worked, that child was always nearby, in my conscience, my acts and my imagination. He still is. The possibility of someone out there, listening for something important that they've never heard before, compelled me to open the windows as wide as I could at our radio station -- and, years later, here, too.
Hope you're listening.