A while ago, I had the honour to be featured alongside a number of truly remarkable humans in a doco called Radio Punks, about student radio in Aotearoa.
It’s still a little magic to me how my team and me ended up alongside some of our true greats, but there we were.
Watching this makes me feel quite sentimental, because after all these years, I dearly miss my crew. We had some of the finest people known to mankind work on Freak The Sheep when I was on the helm, and every week was an absolute pleasure to spend with them, their input, the chats, the laughs, and trying to convince them to be in front of the mic.
I never felt I was the world’s best DJ, but I was really good at assembling beautiful people who also really loved music, and was always hoping we could rotate the hosting eventually, and that I could do more of the organising of it all.
I’m so grateful to Paul Casserly for having picked me, back then, and for Jeremy Wells for being gentle with nervous old me for this. I’m not a natural, neither in front of a mic, nor a camera, but I’ll do it for the greater good, if needed.
