I have to admit, up front, that I am a child of the 60s and early 70s.

I grew up on my college radio station WWSU, then WHIO, then an accumulation of literal “albums” from that point on. When albums consisted of flat, 1′-round, vinyl LPs.

When I was pushed into an “airshift” on WWSU because one DJ had to attend one class.

And I liked it. Quite frankly: absolutely LOVED it.

He was gone. I took his place. Rathskellar popcorn. My waiting tables there — at Wright State University in Ohio. Then an airshift that turned into The Grunge.

I was the only DJ that got shut down, physically, by the WSU police by playing Frank Zappa’s “Penis Dimension” over the various halls’ speaker systems.

From WWSU, I migrated to WHIO and to WDVR and to the west coast.

From thence to my California State University’s KEG (AM) and KSSU (FM).

In the very early 70s, myself and Randy Bobo ran one of the absolute first “two-up” radio shows in history.

WAY before they were “popular.” We used to eat breakfast on the air. And we called ourselves the “Dr Fong Radio Travesty Of The Air.”

We would play parakeet training records. Or we would mix The Section with a sound effects record of a Cessna homing into its airport.

I played Black Sabbath with Foghat with Budgie with Yes with King Crimson with Steppenwolf with 801 with Neil Young with Cactus with Captain Beefheart with Dust with Deep Purple with ELO with so many others.

If I could do it all again?

I would wrap it all up in spades with KOZT – FM.

In Ft Bragg, Fornicalia.

You simply can’t get any better than that.