Following a long brainstorming call with stations, I’ll often get asked “Geez, where do all those ideas come from?” It’s not a simple answer.
At the age of two I was deemed “The Smartest Toddler In Minnesota History” by my mother and the Standardized Testing Division at St. Olaf College. The next couple of years were a blur of seminars and symposiums where the audiences were wowed by my acumen and sheer brilliance.
By four and with the nudging and mentoring of a kindly old professor at Georgetown, I’d focused my attention on paleontology and a quest to refute the Sauropods vs. Ornithopods theory that only vertebrates were capable of scavenging.
On a hot summer day, on a dig in Utah, an unsecured tip on a college interns rock pick hit me askance on my head while I was wiping the late morning sweat from my brow.
I came to with club nights and bar nights and morning show stunts and a myriad of cash contesting ideas running through my head. Plus the sudden ability to figure out what a 6% tip on a lunch bill would be. Boom. It had to be Radio, which is where I’ve been ever since that 8 year stay at Children’s in St. Paul.
And now you know the rest of the story.