Goodbye WOTA, Goodbye KOOP

Goodbye WOTA, Goodbye KOOP

Last night I attended my last PC (Programming Committee) meeting at 91.7 FM KOOP Radio. I’ve been part of the PC for the last two years, and part of the KOOP community since 2009. Becoming a volunteer at KOOP is one of the best thing I’ve done. I highly recommend it. I’ve always wanted to be on the radio. This one day, I was driving, and on the airwaves came this announcement that I could attend “a new volunteer orientation” to see if I might be interested in getting involved…with radio! Wow, I thought, really, is it that simple? So I went. I was really nervous. It took place at the Moose Lounge at night and there were all these guys & gals standing there who I’d heard & listened to on the radio. They all looked like radio people—whatever that means—and I thought, did I finally find my tribe? Sheets of paper with questions were handed out. The one I remember: if you had your own radio show, what would it be? I answered that I wanted to host a show about poetry & wine. I actually had no fucking clue. I knew I wanted to talk, that’s all. I basically thought about the two things I was most passionate about figuring, hell, I would listen to a show about wine and poetry, who wouldn’t? Right? I was asked to apprentice on this show about writing and writers called Writing on the Air. Dillon McKinsey and Lee K. Davis ran the show then. The first day I walked into the studio, Dillon said that I could sit and...
Freaking out starts now

Freaking out starts now

You know when you set a deadline for yourself several months ahead it’s like, yeah, no problem, I’ll get there, there’s so much time, no problem buddy…and when all those weeks and days and hours and months are over with, and that you’ve reached this totally random date that you chose out of thin air as your End Date, and you’re like, FUCK!!!! Well…I’m less than two month away form my START Date: Ready or not, I’ll be on my way. There’s no turning back now, yet I’m starting to feel like there’s no way in hell I’ll be ready. Sure, everything is moving forward. The wheels have been set in motion, and they are turning and there’s no stopping them now…yet, yet…the anxiety dreams: sleeping in bed dreaming about sleeping in bed thinking you’re awake not realizing that you’re actually asleep, when a huge figure starts to stare you down from the back of your bed, and you’re like, what the fuck! Who are you, what are you doing in my bedroom, and why the hell are you being so scary and creepy and scaring the shit out of me…and then you realize that you’re actually asleep dreaming that you’re awake in your bed in your bedroom, and the large dark figure hovering over you ain’t real but simply a figment of your own imagination…   Ok, so I might not be ready emotionally, and definitely not financially, but fuck it all, I’m leaving in October because that’s what I’m doing. Good Feeling, Seven Short Stories: It’s back in the editor’s hands–Nick Courtright, a really talented poet, check...