INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY

The PRODUCER is laying on his side on the couch, snoring heavily.  BLAKE BORTLES is still present, alternating between bustling around the office tidying things up and sitting morosely in an office chair, working his way through a tin of chewing tobacco.

DJ 3000: Thanks for sticking around.

BLAKE BORTLES: Eh, whatever.  It’s not like I have anything better to do.  Besides, babysitting people to make sure they don’t die of alcohol poisoning kind of brings me back to my fraternity days.

DJ 3000: OH THATS RIGHT I FORGOT YOU WERE THE PRESIDENT OF DELTA HOUSE.

BLAKE BORTLES: I sure was.  That place fucking ruled.  I miss tormenting the shit out of those stupid pledges.  And the chicks, man…you wouldn’t believe how much tail I pulled at that place.

DJ 3000: YOU FOUND THE WOMEN AT THAT INSTITUTION AMENABLE TO YOUR CHARMS, DID YOU?

BLAKE BORTLES: I was the starting quarterback for a football factory in central Florida.  You think the girls came there to study physics and shit?  Yeah, it was a good time.

The room brightens.

BLAKE BORTLES: Truth be told, I did learn quite a bit, though.  When I found time to study.

DJ 3000 chimes loudly.  BLAKE BORTLES crosses the room and grabs the final bottle of homemade ethanol from the top of a desk and heads over to the couch. 

BLAKE BORTLES: [shaking the PRODUCER gently] Come on, buddy.  Time for the the final dose.

The PRODUCER groans.

BLAKE BORTLES: You gotta do it, pal.  Dr. DJ 3000 says so.

The PRODUCER presses his lips shut and shakes his head.  The room darkens.

BLAKE BORTLES: Don’t make me get the funnel, fuckstick!

The PRODUCER opens his eyes and sits up.  He grabs groggily for the bottle and forces himself to down it.  BLAKE BORTLES crosses the room, grabs a bottle of plain water, and slings it at him.  The bottle of water hits a desk eight feet away, but thanks to a fortunate bounce winds up falling in the PRODUCER’s lap. 

BLAKE BORTLES: Man, this is fucking BORING.  Let’s play some more music.

PRODUCER: [rubbing his temples] Nothing loud, please.

Very deliberately, BLAKE BORTLES crosses to the soundboard and turns every single dial all the way up to its maximum setting.

DJ 3000: DID YOU HAVE ANY PARTICULAR TOPIC IN MIND?

BLAKE BORTLES: Yeah man.  College.

DJ 3000: I’M SORRY, THAT’S KIND OF VAGUE FOR A TOPIC.

BLAKE BORTLES: I thought you’re a fucking deejay, YOU figure it out, stupid.

DJ 3000: PROCESSING.  DO YOU MEAN SONGS ABOUT COLLEGE…?

The room brightens.

BLAKE BORTLES: Yeah, that sounds like a great idea!

DJ 3000: …OR DID YOU MEAN SONGS THAT REMIND YOU SPECIFICALLY OF COLLEGE?

BLAKE BORTLES: Also good.

DJ 3000: …OR MAYBE BANDS THAT GOT THEIR START THANKS TO COLLEGE RADIO BEFORE THEY HIT IT BIG?

BLAKE BORTLES: I like that too!

PRODUCER: [stepping in] I’ve got an idea.  DJ 3000, cue up Check Your Head.  Track 18.

Welp, good luck with this one, folks.  Today’s theme is: College.  We’re looking for songs that about college, songs that remind you of your own time in college, songs that have come to be associate with college in popular culture, and even bands that were popularized by college radio.  Post links as “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ra6in6_K3663R” (sorry, no puzzle in mind with this one) and they should embed in the comments after you refresh.