Originally published KVMR Listeners’ Guide Jun./Jul. 2003
A pregnant Carolyn Crane was hosting a morning show and training a new broadcaster when suddenly she didn’t feel well. She apparently went into full labor, and the nervous trainee had to take over until I could run to the studio and bring a sense of calm to the scene. Carolyn gave birth in the record library about a half hour later, as I answered a frantic string of phone calls.
The date was April 1, 1997, four months before Carolyn’s son actually arrived. It was, after all, one of the most convincing April Fools jokes ever played on KVMR listeners.
by Steve Baker, Program Director
Our most poignant memory is of John Nichols’ funeral held at Pioneer Park several years ago. The love and support of the KVMR family was strongly felt by all. We remember John’s partner sharing with us how she learned to make tea the “correct way,” the English way, in other words, John’s way and we’ll never forget the beautiful but sorrowful dirge by the Scottish bagpiper at the end of this memorial. We will always remember John and all he gave to KVMR.
For me it all started in the fall of 1977 during a conversation that I had with a couple of friends of mine, David Osborn and Charles Woods, two folks without whom Nevada City would still be filled with neon and look more like that ugly addition to our beloved Art Deco court house that slipped into view before many locals took notice. They introduced me to two people I’d never met and asked me what I thought about the idea of Nevada City having its own radio station. 
I sit here behind my desk as the General Manager of KBCS-FM, a terrific little community radio station, operated by Bellevue Community College.
Somewhere in the ’80s (’87?) Debbie Tigue, Dennis Bond, TJ Meekins and I got together and did a ‘live oldies’ show. We rehearsed a few times at Debbie’s house.Our only instrumentation was a guitar, bongos, and Beverly Marks’ violin (for the solo in ‘Will you still love me tomorrow’). It was during a pledge drive, and we lasted the full 3 hours without someone turning a water hose on us. I remember listening to a tape of it afterwards; it wasn’t too bad, but I buried the tape anyway. It was almost the most fun I ever had, and certainly the last time I played guitar in public. I miss KVMR being open to that kind of craziness.
KVMR seems to be blessed with a Phoenix-like ability to turn a seemingly disastrous situation into a magical opportunity. I’ve had the honor to witness this phenomena on many occasions but one stands out in relief.