02/07/2025
Moments after I posted my selfie announcement for my recent Tuesday afternoon show, I was told that Mike Burma, a long-time fellow KALX DJ, was dying. Then minutes before airtime, I learned that he had already died that morning.
Once again, someone great is gone without a proper goodbye.
Radioing is a full body workout for me lately. I tighten my core, balance live on thin wire while dangling over emotional snake pits. Grief oozes horizontally, perpetually throwing my balance. But I’ve already gone down deep and haven’t found the bottom yet, so I’m moving around in different directions.
Human bodies and hearts aren’t well designed for pain, but institutions like can endure in part due to stalwarts like Mike Burma who emplaced structures in our past to secure the vitality of our future. KALX has lost an essential person whom we will mourn, and miss, and celebrate. The beauty of his legacy is that he left what we need to get through this — with time, with community, with work, and with love.
As I was refiling records after my show on Tuesday, a fluorescent light in the KALX library flickered overhead just as I paused at a spot underneath. I felt Mike Burma in that moment. ✨ Though his physical form may be gone, his luminescence and contributions to our community will always remain.
Rest in peace, Mike BURMA! Burma! Burma…And thank you. Thank you for having chosen to spend so much of your precious, limited time on this earth with us. We are all better off for having had you here.