When I was 22, fresh from NDSU, I got hired at an Adult Contemporary radio station. I was a little too young for the 80s leaning format, after two years at a Top 40, but energetic enough for 7-midnight.

When I turned 25, I joked to the program director that I was finally old enough for the station, and the station automated nights and overnights. I guess I spoke too soon. They automated my timeslot two months later. I landed at a Today's-Best-Country-and-your-All-time-Favorites station two days after my last AC show.

This cloudy Saturday morning, happily obsessively cleaning my house, with the TV on in the background, I'm coming to terms with that I may very well be too damn old for the MTV Awards. But so are the Beastie Boys.