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When I arrived in the summer of 1985, WFNX was the coolest commercial radio station in the world to me. Boston seemed then and now to be an amazing mixture of collars that fascinated me, made me feel instantly at home, and just felt right. WFNX was gritty, in Lynn, on a hot, concrete piece of yesterday called Central Square, where zombies used to roam around, night and day, making getting out of your car to run into the studio a real-life reality show of survival.
My salary was $36 per week, the overnight shift, Sunday beginning at midnight. I would have done it for free, but Stone's bakery down the street wanted money for their food, so I got a place on Ocean Street, and moved in. Mornings for 10 years, a live interview with Morrissey, DJing at night, and all those shows. In the spring of 1997, I left with a full-on station blessing for WRKO, at that time programmed by a young 'FNX fan from Hull, who really believed in me, and backed it up with a contract.
It's true that I made a lot more money in my post-WFNX years, so for me to be critical of the way WFNX is leaving the airwaves would be nothing short of hypocritical. My content has moved to the Internet as well. But Boston never took to me again the way it did during my tenure at 25 Exchange Street, Lynn. In my imagination, the station was purchased by Billie Joe Armstrong, as payback for our collective, undeniable role in breaking Green Day. He could buy it for his weekly take of merchandise for the Broadway smash American Idiot. Oh, but I'm not bitter. An electrician called the show once in the mid '90's and thanked me for exactly what I was aiming for all along — he said he felt more in touch with Boston, the nation, and the world by the exposure of ideas, music, and entertainment that we provided. That was his take on Morning Guy Tai, and that, I will keep with me always. Thank you.
Morning Guy Tai
I was a DJ at WBCN for seven years, from 2003 to the bitter, bitter end in 2009. And, now that I have nothing to fear, the truth can come out: at least 80 percent of the time, my car stereo was tuned to WFNX. When the station of my employment decided that playing tons of butt-rock was a good idea, WFNX was playing Muse and stellastarr*. When 104.1 went all "Maxim chucklehead" on us, WFNX still sounded like it was staffed by people who wouldn't have beaten me up in middle school. That's not to knock WBCN — I'm still friends with some of the old crew, and I feel privileged to have been a part of it. When WBCN went by the wayside, I was sad. But I accepted it. I don't know if I can accept Boston without WFNX.
Andrew Hicks
I remember April 8, 1994. I just finished the exam and fell asleep on the couch and just woke up to Kurt St. Thomas on the air. At that point he had stopped DJing and was working behind the scene as programming director. I thought it was weird and he said they found a male body in the residence of Kurt Cobain near Seattle. I still remember that moment I heard that story and the most vivid moment of my life. And it was through this radio station.
@Kremti_WoW
