Publishers WeeklyFrom a young age, disc jockey Miller seemed destined to sit behind the studio mike of one of New York's most powerful FM stations introducing the latest and greatest rock albums to an audience of night owls. In her entertaining, though sometimes tentative and self-deprecating, memoir, she recalls that even as a child she lived in Radioland because it would get directly inside her head, and she could hear catchy and revealing songs as well as the patter of DJs such as Cousin Brucie and B. Mitchel Reed. Miller began collecting 45s with the money she saved by scrimping on school lunch, and she developed a filing system for her records that included notes on the music from several local radio stations. At the University of Pennsylvania in the late 1960s, working as a music producer for her college radio station, she sees a woman behind the mike spinning classical records, and in that moment she realizes that maybe she can actually talk on the radio, too.
