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Transcript of wdbm zine
a wdbm publication.
the
pact
vote
...or perish
wDBMfor station of the yearand most creative
programming
staff factsJill, our office manager, trains leader dogs for the blind. This means that the puppy she is training must be with her at all times. This means that we have at least one puppy at the station at almost any given time. Basically our lives rule.
Music reviewer and news team member Eric won a year supply of Gogurt when he was seven years old. (This amounts to three boxes of Gogurt a month for a year in cause you were curious.) He to this day, can no longer eat Gogurt without feeling ill and has a small scar on both sides of his mouth.
today’s weather(maybe)
lovelansing
llll
best burrito:
the captain c
runch french
toast
or the “suck
it” omelette
what to get:
el oasis taco
truck
best breakfast:
what to get:
where to see a show:
why:
golden harve
st
mac’s bar
the floors ar
e really stick
y and most of
this venue is
falling apart
, actually. but
it’s
somehow incredibly ch
arming,
we promise.
the vegetaria
n burrito with gua
camole
(get the mild sals
a even if you
like the heat
, this one pac
ks more
punch than
the ‘hot’)
I grew up listening to MSU’s
student-run radio station,
The Impact - WDBM. Before my
days of Spotify, Soundhound,
and high speed internet, I
remember sitting in the car,
on the verge of being late
for class, patiently waiting
to be told the name of the
song I was listening to, an
indie treat from the college
radio heavens, so I could
go out and buy the album
when I got out of school
that afternoon. I remember
wanting nothing more than to
get a tour of the studio,
see where it all happened;
maybe even meet the DJs. I
knew I wanted to attend that
school so I could one day
become one of them.
I enrolled, got accepted,
and immediately filled out
a volunteer form to work at
The Impact. Shortly after,
I put on the most credible
local band tee I owned and
skipped class to make it
to my very first training
session.
I was awful. That mic was a
terrible and daunting foe
who made me stutter every
sentence and mispronounce
my favorite band’s name. I
could never show my face
there again. It was over.
A few weeks later, the
training director saw me
in that hallway before
class. “Hey you! Come back!
You were fine. You’ll get
it soon!” Before I knew
it she had talked me into
another training session the
following day.
I calmed down and I
practiced. A LOT. Soon I
was on our internet station
and sooner than I had ever
expected I had finally made
it to the real deal. I was
finally there. I did it.
I loved DJing, and worked
a note fromthe music director
hard at it. Soon I impressed
my way onto a spot on the
director’s staff, and that’s
where the real work began.
I found myself at the station
every minute possible. I
kept an air mattress in my
office for the long nights
where I’d work until I was
too tired to bike back to my
apartment. It meant working
holidays and bringing a plate
of Thanksgiving dinner to the
station for the director who
was left on duty when you
weren’t. It meant a steady
flow of great music and a new
concert buddies to share it
with. It meant fights with
other directors and DJs who
acted as the siblings I never
had. It meant coming to them
for advice and tear-filled
hugs when the world outside
of radio was too cruel. It
meant another home.
So, last spring, when we
found out our funding could
get cut, it was far more than
I could handle.
Our station is funded by
a small student tax every
semester. Upper level
decisions had been made, that
were far out of our control,
that had forced us to undergo
an audit. We have been denied
any additional funding until
the audit has been completed
and wouldn’t know (and still
don’t know) if we’d have a
job, or more importantly, a
station, the next day.
Things were more grim and
heavier than they had ever
been, but despite this we
moved forward as best we
could. We didn’t give up or
go off air. We pinched our
pennies and often pulled
them out of our own pockets.
We kept showing up. We kept
working. We worked harder
in hopes of proving our
relevance, because we deserve
to keep this station running
on our campus, and we deserve
to share it with others.
We deserve to share it with
you. We have worked hard,
and you’ve noticed. The
nominations we’ve received
this year mean far more to us
than we could ever say.
Thank you.