There are so many feelings I have right now as I try to comprehend the covert sell-off of KTRU, but the main thing I keep wondering, as this year’s freshmen enter, is this: what would I have lost if this debacle were to have transpired in 1991, when I matriculated, instead of 2010?
The list is long. I would have not gained valuable experience in public speaking, in leadership, in organizing and publicizing events. I would not have had my chance to interact with a wide cross-section of the Houston community, from musicians to promoters to non-profit organizers to shift-workers trying to stay awake at 3 in the morning. I wouldn’t have learned how to operate a mixing board, or what the FCC’s obscenity policy was, or how to review a CD concisely and usefully, or the best way to tell a record promoter you’re not playing their band. I wouldn’t have challenged and expanded my musical horizons, met and interviewed some of my favorite musicians, had the experience of hearing my own bands on the radio. I wouldn’t have made some of my best friends in the world, friends from different disciplines and residential colleges or from the community whose paths I would have never crossed at Rice without the benefit of KTRU.
Is that enough? It’s not even a start. I was a philosophy and political science major, but I make a living today as a film and tv editor. And my very first experience editing came about through a connection made through KTRU, a fellow DJ who wanted to get people to make music videos for his album. I didn’t know anything about the process, never having taken any classes in the subject, but one thing I learned from KTRU is that exploring something unknown was much more exciting than staying safely within your comfort zones. And so I made a video, and fell in love with the editing process, and through a very long and winding road eventually came to make a living doing just that, something I have never done in either of my official majors. And so I can truthfully say that the road to my career began at KTRU.
Then there’s the less tangible, the gleeful arbitrary moments of randomness that truly made KTRU such a treasure in my heart, things like that exciting feeling when you hit play on a song you’ve never heard before and discover your new favorite band, the limitless array of customized bumperstickers (“clever sticker” being a personal favorite), the random banter of sleep-deprived DJs at 3 in the morning, the outdoor shows (I can still picture vividly Trenchmouth, John Fahey, Voice of Eye, and so many others), the midnight croquet (which I can only hope still happens), the glorious feeling of picking up KTRU’s signal at 2 in the morning when driving home from Austin, the warm glow when you play a treasured band and get a phone call from a passionate listener excited to find out what song you’re playing, the modified graffiti (“I will be fodder!”), the knowing pain you feel when you hear a fellow DJ press the wrong button at the wrong time, and all of that barely scratches the surface. These things may not be important in the larger picture, but they are the things that I and so many others remember and cherish when looking back on our university experience, things that continue to make up a huge part of our identity to this very day.
To suggest that improved food service even remotely resembles a worthwhile trade for all of this is a sick joke. To suggest that an Internet-only solution would provide even a meaningful fraction of the KTRU experience is delusional.
My career, my friends, my skills, my growth experiences, and my memories can’t be taken away by the administration of Rice, thankfully. But the next time I return to Houston, if I get in my rental car and turn the dial to 91.7 and fail to hear KTRU, there will be a small dead place in my heart, the place where what goodwill I had for my alma mater used to live. Rice without KTRU as a student-run radio station would have been, and will be, an impoverished experience for many students. Should this appalling sell-off of KTRU come to pass, as the only school in the top 25 without a student-run radio station, I hope that the best and brightest of tomorrow take both the lack of KTRU and the administration’s gross disrespect for its student body into consideration when determining where they will attend school.
But my much deeper, much stronger hope is that KTRU remains in student hands, and that some of the freshmen of 2010, of 2020, of 2030 can have the rich, rewarding experience that I had.
Doug Dillaman, Will Rice ’95, KTRU Music Director ’94-’95