BIO: So you want to know a little bit about me, eh? 
Well pull up a chair, kiddos... it's story time...

I finished up a pretty awesome 4.5 years at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro with a bachelor’s degree in Media Studies a few years back. While "attending classes" I managed to find quite a few things to occupy my free time on and around campus, but I slowly watched that free time become- well- nonexistent. I joined a Fraternity, worked at a deli, and spent my first million (which by the way I didn't have) almost exclusively at Corner Bar, The Blind Tiger and/or the Crown. I played drums in a band, and made it a point in the time I wasn't playing to go see live music at least once a week somewhere in the Carolinas. Not to mention there were my obvious obligations to more important things like the family, friends, girlfriends, and the social circuit... so you could say I was pretty strapped.   So to make it all fit, I just quit sleeping. Oddly enough, it actually worked for about 3 years.

When I woke up, all of my stuff was in coastal Georgia. I was mildly confused.

Okay, so maybe my stuff didn't move itself. In fact, I bet I could find a couple of guys who will attest to that fact. What really happened was more of a last-minute "moving party / road trip" of sorts; involving almost five years worth of accumulated nick-knacks, a few of my fraternity brothers, a U-haul, and several cases of red bull. After perhaps the most hilarious road trip in the history of humanity, I did end up here in Brunswick.

With a new chapter in my life eminent, I knew the real work was just beginning. It took surprisingly very little time to get settled here in the Golden Isles, so after assessing all of the typical move-in things we all have to go through, it was on to much more important tasks. Like boating.

One day while watching the breeze, kicked back on the dock with a coldbeer, I had a flashback, remembering that first million that I had spent in college. "Some of those people may actually want money instead of the IOU's that I had given them," I said to myself. "Perhaps green post-it-notes are not really a suitable form of currency...Maybe I should get a job...."

Then I laughed. Hard.

After wiping the tears from my eyes and re-adjusting my sunglasses, I came to a conclusion: either a) the truth was becoming inevitable or b) it was the infamous catholic guilt creeping in. Either way, "I really should become a productive member of society" I told myself. Plus, you know, I did have this degree and it just seemed like the 'right' thing to do...

So now you're asking "Kaiser, what was it like looking for a job right out of college?

Trust me. It sucks.

Always being up for a good challenge, I embarked on the greatest journey of my life thus far. (Okay once again not really, but it makes for a good story) I packed up my safari gear, which I was told was essential to hunting the elusive job, and set out to travel the east coast of the ‘ol US-of-A in search of the “perfect” career. Much to my chagrin- and you're not going to believe this- I found out that there aren't too many companies out there looking for professional beach bums. Apparently the demand just isn't there, which is truly unfortunate because that's one area I have a ton of experience in. So after taking another week of "self-reflection" to get over my disappointment, I decided to look for something so I could actually use that degree I had. 

...So it was on to spending my second million on postage stamps and envelopes, sending out resumes... not to mention gas to drive the eastern sea board from top to bottom interviewing. (and just in case you weren't a math major, no, if I didn't have the first million I didn't have the second either. Chalk one up to the amazing green post-it-notes!) Anyway, after having interviewed with a few dozen companies from Pittsburgh to Tampa, I finally found one that I thought was a suitable fit for my career goals, career path and(yaddda, yadda...)

Where, you ask?

Turns out, it was the best move I’ve ever made. Where else can you work with crazy people like Mark Bell and Bebe, and get paid to have much fun as we do? Of course, I'm still waiting to be offered a job where my title would be "emperor of earth." I hear the pay is decent, but I’m not holding my breath…

So that about explains my life, in the extended-abridged version anyway. Still want more, you say? Tough. Buy the book. I still have a bunch of outstanding Green Post-It-Notes!

RANDOM FACTS:

My Nick Name is: Most of my friends just call me “Kaiser.” A select few from college call me “J-Rock,” it was a Fraternity nickname. Long story…

Hometown: Greensboro, North Cackalacky

The Year I got into Radio: 2006

First Concert: Jimmy Buffett at Walnut Creek in Raleigh on the Fruitcakes tour in ’92. Since then, I’ve made it to 18 other Buffett shows. It’s a sickness, really.

Favorite Concert: Southside Johnny at the House of Blues in Cleveland. Best. Show. Ever. (Dragging Mark Bell to see Rush in Jacksonville was another highlight)

What’s on my Ipod?: Just to name a few in no particular order: Guster, Sister Hazel, Cravin' Melon, Michael Stanley, Patrick Rock Band, The Police, John Mellencamp, Angie Aparo, O.A.R, John Mayer, Kenny Chesney, BOSTON, The Uninvited, George Harrison, Breathless, Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes, Weekend Excursion, Chicago, Blue Rodeo, Carbon Leaf Cross Canadian Ragweed, Marc Broussard, Matchbox Twenty, Maroon 5, Steve Miller Band, Far Too Jones, Rush, Incubus, Paolo Nutini, The Cat Empire, Athenaeum, Eels, .38 Special, Huey Lewis & The News, Dire Straits, Stone Temple Pilots, Tom Petty, 311, Cast Iron Filter, Elton John (Pre- 1976), Genesis, Jack Johnson, & U2.

Craziest Celebrity Run-In: Eddie Money, who was playing in a hotel room in Nashville in 2007. It’s an interesting story… Ask me about it some time.

My Favorite Place to Vacation is: When you live in a place like this, who needs to go anywhere for a vacation? I do like to head north to go skiing on occasion, though.