If you knew a never‑married, childless man with two cats, you might be inclined to make some assumptions. But Tom Fry defies every stereotype. He’s a native Detroit rocker and sports fanatic hell bent on squeezing every last ounce of freedom out of adulthood. Tom graduated from Indiana University which explains his Hoosier basketball passion. When he’s not jamming on his Fender Telecaster he’s planted in front of a flat screen watching the Lions, Tigers or Pistons. You might enjoy hanging out with Tom and now you can, late nights on the station. Just leave a few cold ones in his fridge before you go.
5 a.m. until 9 a.m.
Chaz Mixon was born in Baton Rouge and grew up in Amarillo. From his earliest years he took a serious interest in music and the concert business. It was commonplace to hear heavy tracks like Billion Dollar Babies and Aqualung blaring from the open windows of his parent’s house. After landing at the University of Texas, Arlington Chaz knew that his life was destined to be spent on the air. He proceeded to do that for the next decade and a half on the biggest rock stations in Dallas. Chaz loves sports (especially Dallas teams) and he’s a fan of shows like Breaking Bad, Fargo and Ray Donovan. He’s got a busy family life with his wife Kathy and their two twenty-something sons: Josh and Jeremy. Chaz still manages to find the time to get some practice in on his 12 string acoustic. It’s his way of recharging after a spending the morning rocking out, telling stories and helping you get your day in gear.
9 a.m. until 2 p.m.
McKenzie is easy to hang out with, which helps explain how she’s met legends like Ozzy, Dio, George Thorogood, Bon Jovi, Skid Row, Kip Winger, Heart, Tommy Shaw and even Mr. T...You can catch McKenzie during the midday. She looks forward to the music and taking your calls. Don’t let the hot ‘girl next door’ look fool ya, she’s really a mouse that roars! [Just ask anyone at the radio station!] She looks forward to a Mt. Dew every morning and donuts on Fridays. After entertaining on air, she's off to spend the rest of the day with the love of her life, her daughter Samantha and all of her exotic critters. If she has any spare time left, she’s out spending money and looking for her new Mr. Right.
2 until 7 p.m.
Whoever your favorite rock star is you can bet that Tony Scott has interviewed them, met them or done both. Those are some of the perks of a lifetime in rock and roll for a guy who makes being a DJ sound effortless. When Tony isn’t working the phones on the air or giving away a ridiculously huge grand prize, you’ll often find him at the concert by the artist that he played earlier that day. Tony’s passions include raising champion Golden Retrievers. He's also an admitted Broncomaniac who continues to put his doctorate in mixology to good use at tailgate parties. When it's time to unwind Tony heads for the slopes where he still believes he missed his calling as an Olympic downhill skier...oh well...we all still dream of what might have been !!
7 p.m. until midnight
I started to like radio when I was 9 years old and would call the station and win sports trivia contests and prizes. The DJ”s hated me. I truly think I was the reason radio stations instituted a “must be 12 years old to win” contest rule. Later, I found out that DJ's only worked 4 hours a day. That tied in perfectly with my (non) work ethic and it's been a delicious ride ever since. I've worked all over America, in places like New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Houston, Atlanta, Denver, Phoenix (3 times) and Santa Fe. Wow, I'm tired just from typing that list. I once got on the bad side of Howard Stern and he threatened to quit if I wasn't fired for what I said about him. Guess who won that one? Actually, I did because Howard (or is it Mr. Stern?) backed off from his threat saying that while he didn't want me to lose my job, I still needed to learn how to STFU. By the way, I play in a punk rock band that can only be named as “GPR” (because this is a family friendly bio). Get in touch with me if you ever want to see pics of what I looked like after an angry female punk rocker kicked me several times in the face at a show.