So while I was an undergrad, during my summers back home in the eastern Ontario town I lived in, I worked for a French community radio station on weekends. And by "work", I mean volunteered. I'd go in on weekends late morning to early afternoon and basically played French or instrumental music content since our town was only served by English stations. I did very little talking, and mostly had help from others with on-air voice, but I selected the tunes. Anyway, I played a song by French band Niagara. They're punky and a bit energetic, but not too far out. Like not metal or anything. While this was playing on air, the fucking station director calls me and tells me the little old ladies listening to the station would find that too much for them. I was livid. Was that all they wanted as an audience? I mean, the town had a French high school with 1,500 students and a French community college (the station was at the college). Long story short, I knew he was an Enya groupie, so I played a whole Enya CD to close out my shift and never went back. It's funny because I never really walk out on things because of principles like that. I can usually find middle grounds. But that guy was such a douche when he called me. That whole incident still gives me Enya PTSD to this day.