A wall dedicated to a by-gone era. CD's fill the shelves in the KFAI Radio Booth.
The entrance to the KFAI Radio station, halfway down a dime lit alley in St. Paul.
Thanksgiving morning. The crew is home with family. The studio is a little dark and lonely.
Escorting me up to the station, Quinn is deep into researching new, and current events that she may need to address on-air.
Notes upon notes. Quinn prepares herself for the show.
Alone in the studio. Quinn preps the music, ads, and organizes her thoughts.
The ever present clock and radio call sheet.
Before the show starts, Quinn takes a moment to breathe deep and steel her nerves.
Trouble strikes during the first playlist. The music software goes down, and there is no-one in the office, but Quinn. She plays music from YouTube while she trouble shoots the software.
Between segments Quinn adds to her notes. The research never stops.
In a moment of vulnerability, Quinn takes a solemn tone as she addresses the Club Q shooting in Colorado.
As the sun rises, Quinn transfers power over to a pre-recorded show, grabs her bags, and we head back out into the alley.
The alley lights still aglow as the vapor from a near by heating vent rises and dissipates into the ether.
