Salt Lake loves Delilah
Wednesday 02-21-2007 11:44am MT
I was a small-town girl.
Aside from the ridiculous green beret and homely green jumper, signing me up for Girl Scouts was the best decision Mom made for her fifth-grade daughter. I already knew how to build a campfire, and selling cookies wasn't the highlight of my year -- it was the field trip to the radio station that thrilled my little eleven-year-old heart.
There it was, five thousand watts of crystal-clear power...it was a daytime-only radio station, the voice of our town.
One look into that studio and I was hooked. I begged them to let me take home the unused news copy from the AP wire. I hung it up on my wall like a rock-star poster. I got a tape recorder and practiced doing newscasts, writing exciting stories of neighborhood gossip. I practiced my commercials, imitating TV ads for Miss Clairol.
In the seventh grade, I entered a speech contest and won three of the four categories. The judges were the owners of that radio station.
Within a week of winning the speech contest I had my first on-air job: "Delilah, on the Warpath," school news and sports, taped weekly.
By the time I was in high school I had worked into a full-time part-time position at the radio station. I wrote afternoon newscasts, wrote and produced commercials. I took the empty soda pop bottles back for the refund. Six days a week I was at the station. Six days a week I was happy!
It's been over 25 years, and fourteen stations since Mrs. Davis's Girl Scout troop walked through the doors of that first radio station. Today, my show isn't on a five-thousand watt daytime AM station, but the thrill of the microphone hasn't disappeared. Radio is still my first love.
Sports: Watching my son, Isaiah, play soccer
Food: YES!!
Color: Yellow!
Season: Summer in Seattle, Autumn in New England
Activity: Painting (art, not walls -- although I do murals!)
Passions: Gardening, camping
Wednesday 02-21-2007 11:44am MT
I was a small-town girl.
Aside from the ridiculous green beret and homely green jumper, signing me up for Girl Scouts was the best decision Mom made for her fifth-grade daughter. I already knew how to build a campfire, and selling cookies wasn't the highlight of my year -- it was the field trip to the radio station that thrilled my little eleven-year-old heart.
There it was, five thousand watts of crystal-clear power...it was a daytime-only radio station, the voice of our town.
One look into that studio and I was hooked. I begged them to let me take home the unused news copy from the AP wire. I hung it up on my wall like a rock-star poster. I got a tape recorder and practiced doing newscasts, writing exciting stories of neighborhood gossip. I practiced my commercials, imitating TV ads for Miss Clairol.
In the seventh grade, I entered a speech contest and won three of the four categories. The judges were the owners of that radio station.
Within a week of winning the speech contest I had my first on-air job: "Delilah, on the Warpath," school news and sports, taped weekly.
By the time I was in high school I had worked into a full-time part-time position at the radio station. I wrote afternoon newscasts, wrote and produced commercials. I took the empty soda pop bottles back for the refund. Six days a week I was at the station. Six days a week I was happy!
It's been over 25 years, and fourteen stations since Mrs. Davis's Girl Scout troop walked through the doors of that first radio station. Today, my show isn't on a five-thousand watt daytime AM station, but the thrill of the microphone hasn't disappeared. Radio is still my first love.
Sports: Watching my son, Isaiah, play soccer
Food: YES!!
Color: Yellow!
Season: Summer in Seattle, Autumn in New England
Activity: Painting (art, not walls -- although I do murals!)
Passions: Gardening, camping
UTAH DOES NOT LOVE DELILAH!!! I in fact hate her. I have been listening to Kosy 106.5 every Sunday night with Dustin because pretty sure I love Christmas tunes... and they play christmas tunes... but delilah needs to be taken out back and beaten like a dead horse. I mean look at what she wrote about herself number 1, and number 2, she asks callers to call in and tell their stories or whatever, but then she turns it around on herself and tells her stories. Well NEWS FLASH DELILAH... no one cares!!!! Stop making your show all about you!!
Show Tune Saturday Night is SOOOOOOOO much better (yes we are big fat dorks and listen to show tunes ok...)
2 comments:
I agree with you on this. I don't like her either. She bugs me more then any thing in the world.
She makes me ill, too! Everything's so sugar-coated...
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