I was on my way to work when the first plane hit. I stopped by mt credit union to make a deposit while in Cincinnati. The security guard got an alert over his pager that a plane crashed into the WTC.
I got in my car to make the 100 mile trip to Louisville and listened to coverage all the way down. Howard Stern was on and I could feel his anger and remember at that moment how much respect I gained for him as a broadcaster on that day.
I made phone calls trying to figure out what to do. Once I got in, I stopped the music and went with a network feed for most of that day. When it was time to drive back to Cincinnati, I listened to more coverage and I remember not sleeping that night.
My ex - wife and I watched the coverage on tv, barely saying anything. My son, William was 2 at the time and I remember thinking how lucky he was not to be affected by all of this.
We did some form of coverage for almost two weeks. We didn't stop the music per se', but we did go from being the "good times hip - Hop" station to being conduits of information for those who wanted to help but didn't know how.
One of the hardest things about being in the media at times like this is having to put on a brave face for your audience and I addressed that on the air. I remember saying something to the effect of even though we're passing on all this information, we were feeling what everyone else felt. We just couldn't take the time to give in to those emotions.
Things came to a point to where we could get back to a sense of normalcy and I remember telling my audience that I was going home, hugging my wife and kids and then going off to a corner by myself and allowing myself, finally, to have a good cry.
I got in my car to make the 100 mile trip to Louisville and listened to coverage all the way down. Howard Stern was on and I could feel his anger and remember at that moment how much respect I gained for him as a broadcaster on that day.
I made phone calls trying to figure out what to do. Once I got in, I stopped the music and went with a network feed for most of that day. When it was time to drive back to Cincinnati, I listened to more coverage and I remember not sleeping that night.
My ex - wife and I watched the coverage on tv, barely saying anything. My son, William was 2 at the time and I remember thinking how lucky he was not to be affected by all of this.
We did some form of coverage for almost two weeks. We didn't stop the music per se', but we did go from being the "good times hip - Hop" station to being conduits of information for those who wanted to help but didn't know how.
One of the hardest things about being in the media at times like this is having to put on a brave face for your audience and I addressed that on the air. I remember saying something to the effect of even though we're passing on all this information, we were feeling what everyone else felt. We just couldn't take the time to give in to those emotions.
Things came to a point to where we could get back to a sense of normalcy and I remember telling my audience that I was going home, hugging my wife and kids and then going off to a corner by myself and allowing myself, finally, to have a good cry.
