The Party Chick who won’t show you the girls, but will find someone who will.



Born in Cali where I spent my childhood on the beach, never learned to surf though. While most girls wasted time playing with Barbie. You could find me in the backyard pretending to be a Gorgeous Lady of Wrestling.



Child of the 80s from day one music and dance were instilled in my brain. From Nat King Cole, Bob Dylan & Bob Marley to Prince & Motley Crue. I became very versatile in my listening pleasures.

I took a trip to the East where Maryland became my Stomping ground. The pops being a musician in his early days exposed me to Bluegrass, Frank Zappa, Led Zeppelin & Black Sabbath.

In the teenage years I never clicked with any particular groups in school cause I was busy doing my own thing. Instead found myself hanging with the group of kids that wanted to play music & Skate. My first show experience ended with me taking an elbow to the face and then I was hooked, finding myself smack dab in the middle of the Baltimore and DC music scene.

That consisted of Doom Metal, Hardcore, Punk & Psychobilly. Hey, Somehow we all ended up together. Someone turned me onto the chili peppers and they’ve been my Favorite ever since.
Yes I have lots of favorites. With all the music out there why limit yourself?

So I met him the one I’m with today, added a couple to the next generation of rockers & made the move to Charleston.

No sooner than my tires hit the threshold 98x was the station I heard first, along with the Bridge at 105.5. I had a pair that I fell in love with.

As a listener I won some passes to see RHCP at Nascar May 2006 and soon after expressed interest in working at the radio station where I’ve been since.

Continuously being blessed with on hand, behind the scene experiences like running the signing booth for Live X Mayday and X9, being your midday host, Weekends and co host on our Specialty show Anarchy X Sunday nights 8-10pm.



Meeting Awesome People along the way is always a Blast. Talking to new people and hearing they’re story. Usually people say “Hey, where you from?” I answer “Mutt & Redneck” Yeah that’s about right. If you look for me at a show, I’m either front stage rockin out or at the bar.



Music gets me through my ups, downs, & in betweens. Could you imagine a world without it? Next to Wings & Beer there’s Charleston & 98X !! What more do you need?

Go ahead, Say it with me…”If it Rocks…It’s on the X!!!” Damn Right!! 



Nikki with Hank III



Nikki steals boots from random Hank III concert goer that took theirs off

Being raised by gorillas in the Congo, you wouldn’t think that I had very much exposure to rock, and you’re right.  Turns out most monkeys listen to country music.  It was Hell.  But, I escaped from the pack in the middle of the night when that nice lady from Ghostbusters came over to do some research on the rest of the group.  She does, in fact sleep, “four feet above the covers!” 



I canoed over to Spain where I learned how to Tango.  I became so good at the dance that I won a scholarship to the Iranian school of dance.  I switched majors, and found that I was more suited for the art of paper mache dragon making.  It’s a very under-appreciated form of expression.  I paper mached a canoe and made my way over  to India (after a brief stop in Dubai suggesting to the king dumping millions of tons of sand in order to form little islands in the shape of a giant palmetto tree to create a luxury resort for the wealthiest tourists in the world, don’t think he’s gonna do it though..) 




In India, I developed a strong desire to bake.  Pastries, Quiche, kittens.  Baked Kittens got me kicked out of the country.  I was sent to Thailand.  Baking wasn’t as big, there.  Unless it has curry in it, they don’t want it.  Baked curry seemed ridiculous, so I tried a different avenue.  Martial Arts.  Agility is not one of my finer qualities, so I just washed dishes at the Pad Thai Palace, where I met the most influential being in my life.  He was an invisible cricket named Gary.  He told me that to find inner-peace, I needed to be fulfilled with the sound of Rock.  He threw rocks at me as I washed plates and bowls full of coconut soup.  I didn’t really understand that exercise until one rock hit me in the temple, blinding me for a good 3 weeks. 




During that time, I listened.  I really listened.  I heard sound.  I heard people.  I heard my prostitute neighbor make money every night for only a couple of bucks..  She had a two for one special every other Monday for valued customers.  Behind all that noise, a radio played.  She said it helped her focus on the job.  It was Rock ‘n Roll.  I was hooked. 




I wanted to spread to the rest of the world this “Rock.”  It wasn’t easy, mostly because to make money, I took a job as a street mime in Paris.  How was I to tell people about the music?  Invisible Gary showed back up, pelted me with a sedimentary rock of some sort, and assured me that I didn’t need to say a word.  Let the music do the work.  I was determined to find an outlet that would allow me to play a ton of kick-ass rock n’ roll. 




I met the Doctor Mike Allen in a doctor’s office waiting room, he there for a routine check-up, me for an unfortunate wasabi-snorting accident after a late night with all the crazy mimes from mime school.  We got to talking and he agreed to let me have 20 minutes to play music a day.  A scheduling problem here and there, and no one from downstairs noticing that I dressed up like one of the suits and fired a bunch of our DJs so they had no choice but to put me on longer, I took over the whole afternoon show, I developed “Happy Hour!”  Now I rock faces every afternoon on Charleston’s Rock Station, 98X!