Wrote this for my college newspaper (the weekly extracurricular not daily Journalism School one) about University of Missouri-Columbia’s student-run radio station when I was 20. Sometime before, I’d been invited on as a guest of KCOU’s Sunday night new wave show and for some reason the host didn’t show up, so I wound up spinning Prince and Grace Jones and Grandmaster Flash songs with only an engineer there to help me, until the music director physically came down to the station and removed me from the air since dreaded “disco” wasn’t allowed. When I tried to include this piece in my fourth book, some clueless faculty administrator representing the maneater insisted on charging me $50 to reprint it (only time that’s ever happened), so I left it out. I apologize for the fuzzy appearance and even the callow tone. But I was still, obviously, right — and the music director later admitted as such (quite possibly in print as a letter the editor, I forget the specifics). I’d like to think I changed something for the better.