From Radio to Voice Overs and Boz Scaggs encounters in between

Sometime, a long time ago, I told my childhood friend, Lisa "one day I want to be a DeeJay", at least that is what she told Me when we found each other decades later as adults. I was the kid that had the transistor radio, the bed side clock Radio, the 45's ,cassettes and LP's. I loved all types of music as a teen in the early 70's. When Boz Scaggs music was introduced to Me, my heart melted, literally. His suave good looks, his music style, and as a San Francisco resident he had Me captivated. The Oakland Paramount, The Greek Theatre, the college campuses, the night clubs, all the venues he played...I was there singing along to every song He performed and leaving the concert elated for days afterwards.I guess it wasn't a surprise that after 2 different careers I sought out a local radio station to work at. I created a Radio show where of course Boz music was in the mix and the show became a town favorite. I had found my passion and soon embarked on my Radio career in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was a jock for Rock, Urban Jazz, Smooth Jazz, Adult Contemporary and Nostalgia formats. It became apparent when Boz was on the play list, my colleagues knew Trish was in heaven to be able to talk about his latest airplay song. Magically these stations gave me an edge to meet Boz. Every colleague asked "what would you do if you met Boz?" Well I did, and every story is as silly as the next: First encounter: Dec 1999 I was let go of my Smooth Jazz station KKSF. In the weeks following I traveled back to the station to create my demo to send out to stations for a new gig.I met a friend at Don Pedros in the city, the restaurant across from Boz's place, Slim's nightclub. I looked across the room at the bar and told my friend "that bartender looks like Boz's brother Mark" She laughed and encouraged me to ask. So I did. "Excuse Me but you look just like Boz Scaggs brother" He slowly turned his head toward the right of Me and there was Boz! Having a glass of wine. I gasped, and blurted,"Oh my gosh, I love you!"Boz looked startled,rightfully so, so my 30 second elevator speech went into action, "I am on air here in SF, have been for many formats and am teased constantly when we play your music,I have been following you for decades,this is an honor to meet you!" Boz in that quiet voice asked, "so how do you know Mark?", I don't personally, but just see him setting up,so knew it was him".I thanked Boz, scurried out of the restaurant with my friend, who began hysterically laughing watching Me fumble for my keys and ride in shock back to the East Bay.My colleagues heard about the story for days. Second encounter: Round two 2007 at KKSF. Yes they hired Me back. Within months I was invited to meet up with the fan club at Mountain Winery pre concert. Gathering spot was a local hotel and then off to the concert.Choosing the hotel elevator to carry my luggage I stepped in, and there he was: Boz standing there. I about died. I froze, he didn't want to chat so I contained every single out of control emotion I had until I made it to my room.Once through the door it was there that I called anybody who understood Me and described the moment. Nobody believed I didn't say a word. Third encounter: Boz playing at GAMH and a fellow fan friend with that extra ticket,so of course I was in. Superb show as always and she scored a VIP Meet n Greet ticket. The nerves rattled again as we stood in the greet line, what could I say this time?! "Great show Boz, love when you perform the Blues, not sure if you remember Me but I was the star struck girl in the elevator last month" Showing that sly Boz smile and a very quiet "Awe, yes" I had nothing more to say, just another warmed heart. Fourth encounter:My fellow Boz fan, Erin, understands. 2010 was my Colon Cancer stage 3 diagnosis-not surprising was my thought, "I have to see Boz once more in case I don't make it" So Erin and I trekked to Napa while in my final month of chemo, very weak, but determined. Through Erin knowing Ms Monet I had my final meet with Boz. After the show we nervously waited near the stage door,and out came Boz. Nothing but a quiet "hello", what Boz didn't know was what he did for my spirit that night. You'd never know I was as sick as I was,but what Boz did for my soul was magic. So Happy Birthday Boz thank you for playing the music you do. I think I'll add Boz to the playlist on my internet shows Saturday eve on K-Zap and Sunday morn on kabl960.com, and smile for sure with a big warm heart once again.