Wow... I-100... talk about memories. I did nights on that station in the mid 80's.
A typical day:
1. Show up about 30 minutes before the airshift in a swimsuit and T-shirt. Sit down at the little desk outside the studio and schedule the music for the 4-hour show using blank format-clock sheets and an index card file (no, they didn't have Selector).
2. Walk into the studio, do a break or two with the afternoon guy who was leaving... and then proceed to work the phones, fire off the Jam jingles, scream over every intro, and of course do the live ID at the top of every hour: "WNFI Palatka, Daytona Beach, Orlando, Jacksonville, Gainesville... this is Florida's superstation... the HOT ROCKIN, FAMETHROWIN'... I-100!!!!". The compression was so high that the needles barely moved when you talked (er, screamed), and if your headsets weren't cranked up to extreme levels you couldn't hear yourself at all.
3. Get off the air, hook up with a couple of other jocks, get plastered, close the bars down, take a girl (or two) home, sleep till noon or so, hit the beach for a couple of hours... and then go back to work.
Such was the life of a young, long-haired, and very single CHR jock living and working on the "world's most famous beach". The money sucked (about 300 a week)... I lived next door to two crazy hookers in an apartment 2 blocks from the beach... and drug problems were rampant throughout the station. But damn, we had a lot of fun
