I blame it all on my parents--I just have to get that out before I proceed any further.  I was born Erin Aurelia Anderson, once upon a time.  From what I'm told, they had me listening to music while still in the womb, so that could probably account for a strange affinity for the likes of Ravi Shankar and Ray Stevens.  It was the 70s, remember.  That explains a lot of things.

Born in Grand Rapids and raised in the booming metropolis of Jacobson, Minnesota, my tastes and interests of course became very cultured and sophisticated at an early age.  Between the torture of my brothers (we'll call them Thing 1 and Thing 2) and living out in the "woods," I made my own fun and developed a longstanding interest in all things Chevrolet, Harley Davidson, and Unusual.  I attended school at Itasca Community College and eventually wandered east (as far east as my parents would allow, that is) to the Cheese Capitol of the world, a.k.a. Superior, Wisconsin.  While in the throes of "I don't know what my major is," it happened.  IT being the accidental plummet into the world of Radio People.  While wandering in the student center one day, minding my own business, I was solicited to take home a free CD, innocently enoughŠor so I thought.  The next thing I knew, I was filling my workstudy at the college radio station, KUWS.

In a few months, I went from answering the telephones to guest-DJing on a friend's jazz program (again, residual effects of the good times of the 70s, I think).  It was about this time I decided I needed yet another part time job to help cover the costs of college (including Books I Won't Use, Food I Don't Eat and Gas That I Waste) and, upon the advice of a friend, I wandered over to KOZY-KMFY and asked for a job.  I was hired as a part time employee, making my celebrity appearances mainly on weekends.  I also moved up to Jazz Director at KUWS, which basically meant I could play the entirety of John Coltrane's "Live at Newport 1963" album at once and no one could stop me.

After I completed my bachelor's degree in speech communications, I decided that the real world was altogether too scary, and immediately signed back up for two more years of school.  While working on my Master's Degree, I progressed from Jazz Director to Operations Manager at KUWS, and kept honing my radio skills at KOZY on the weekends.

I finished my graduate school career with the same idea I had at the end of my undergraduate experience: the world is a scary, scary place.  Fortunately, I had good timing and I landed, full time, at KOZY.  I'm officially titled Program Director, though there are still a few that call me other names, including but not limited to, "The One Down the Hall," "The Girl In The Pajamas," "Oh HER" and "The Queen of Arkansas."

My duties include everything from scheduling sportscasts to making sure everyone plays nice...and I love it.  When I'm not ranting about reality television over the airwaves, you might find me taking my beloved puppy Gibson out for a stroll, writing poor poetry or bonking a hammer over the top of either my 1979 Camaro or 1980 Firebird (both of which have become designated lawn ornaments, according to my family).  My real interests, mainly musical, give me plenty to talk about on the radio...so sit back, tune in, and let me talk your ear off for a while.  It's a great ride.