90s in 90 Days #3: White boy sounding dumb
I graduated from Columbia College in Chicago. While there, I took a mess of radio and media-related classes. One thing I made sure to get involved with before I graduated was Columbia’s radio station, WCRX.
I worked once a week, hosting the early 6-8 a.m. shift. The station’s format was urban. My life was suburban. Because of that, I don’t think I could’ve sounded more awful framing the songs on the station. Granted, WCRX is a learning/laboratory station. And sure, working as a square peg in a round hole format is something all broadcasters do at some point, but I was keenly aware of how shitty I sounded.
The song I’ll never forget having to play on the station was “Percolator,” by Cajmere. In my youthful arrogance, I assumed that everyone had to agree with me when I cracked open the mic and said, “and here’s what could be the worst song ever recorded…’Percolator,’ by Cajmere.” Not only did the audience disagree, I made a terrible faux pas by slamming one of Chicago house’s rising stars.
I never thought much of house music, despite the fact that Chicago claims it as its own. For today’s entry, I decided to listen to the “Percolator” with fresh ears, guided by the wisdom I’ve acquired since. My learnings? Holy hell, I still think it’s the worst song ever.
90s in 90 Days
Over the course of 90 days (not consecutive, though I’ll try), I’ll be offering up a capsule look at something about Chicago music from the 90s. It could be a radio memory. Thoughts on a song, show, band, or album. Maybe a review aided by hindsight. Whatever it is, it’ll be original content just for this site, and not found in my book.