University Daily Kansau
Thursday, November 15, 1979
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KJIK's 18-watt output barely carries Iwin's show outside of Lawrence. His creative programming power, however, more than makes up for the station's lack of wattage power.
Looked almost like an orchestra conductor ready for a performance in the dark. Irwin Brown raises his hands to order him from his impromptu audience in the backstage room.
In a matter of moments, the 21-year-old University of Kansas radio major will fill the Friday night Lawrence airline line with his distinctive and distinctive programming style. To do anything else on a Friday night would not seem natural for the KJ1 junior who has broadcast from the very early Friday night since November 1977.
At the hour bank of the large studio clock points straight up. Brown speaks into the sponge-coated microphone, and everyone enters the entire audience were contained there.
"This is radio-free Lawrence," he tells his audience as he readies the two Cue Master turbullers to his right. "I win Brown me and I will be with you." The plot continues as he releases the platter that has been waiting to spin.
A MELLOW TUNE from Fleetwood the evening. It clrouts out of the blazer on the floor, about the room, much as it soaked up by the white asbestos ceiling. As the Fleetwood hands move defyly to the large control boarddisk to bring in a record album.
The transition from one record to another is hardly perceptible. The DJ list often consists of coaptions match smoothly, a skill of the known as segm (pronounced segm-e).
twin coattemplates his career in the radio business. His father, a DJ with WINS radio in New York, first stimulated his interest.
As the evening progresses, Irwin pulls more albums from the shelves that completely cover the wall of the library. She then photographs the albums an hour from a collection of albums he estimates to be between 5,000 and 7,000. Various cubs on each shelf.
NOT ALL THE albums are completely fit for the air, however. Many were wrapped tapes on the covers that the album contains obscene material.
"The DJ has got to know what he is about to put on the air. If he were to play a cut that contained some obscenity, it would be bad news." Irwin, rolling his eyes for effect. "The station manny had a camera in the studio when it happens," he said.
"Iwin is me, go ahead," he greets his caller. "Dave Edmunds" You got it, he says, promising his caller will he air the request.
The raspberry-red telephone, at the end of a long bank of various buttons and switches, was a news, though. It is the DJ's connection with the audience. He more the little one than the big one, but tonight the phone has not lightened up once. Unusual for a Friday
"IS THAT DAMN phone dead? is anybody listening out there?" Iain grinned. "I know his frustration, one of the four white buttons is ablaze. Iain grashes the phone."
Quick as a heartbeat Iwain has located the album and has it captured. The video shows the girl winning his foot is bask tapping out the music, but the album is, that prime time college radio.
Photos and Story by Rick Odell