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Tracy Weekdays 6 - 10pm

Hi, I'm Tracy,
Like most of the Vine DJs, I've been all over, living in South Dakota, Nebraska, Texas and more in my life.  I settled in Napa about ten years ago and have managed to plant a few little roots in my time here.  I've been working at The Vine for ten years as well and have covered almost every shift, but I like the nights best!  The best way to describe working at the Vine is that its like a family.  And in my case, that's not just a metaphor.  I met my husband here and we work together every day.  We also bring our baby, Violet (she's the one in the picture), and sometimes our dog, Cooper, to work with us every day.  If you come to my office, you will have to step over board books and dog beds!  When we're not at work, we like to go for long walks, watch movies and play in the garden.  I've also got a bit of an obsession with entertainment gossip, which tends to pop up a lot in my show!  But mostly, I just like playing Sauvignon Rock!

Email me at tracy@kvyn.com.

Posts from January 2014
by Tracy Webster posted Jan 24 2014 4:55PM

So, the inevitable has happened.  Justin Bieber got busted for a DUI in Miami on Thursday morning.  Anyone who remotely pays attention to pop culture (or watched CNN apparently), knows this has been coming for a while.  Its the same old story.  Kid gets stupidly famous at a young age.  Kid is managed very tightly until he (or she) turns 18.  Once said birthday is surpassed, kid starts partying and doing stupid stuff.  In the Biebs' case, he ticked off most of the world with his stupid pranks and graffiti, egged his neighbor's house and got his buddy busted for cocaine possession when the police raided his house for evidence of said egging.  That his buddy got himself arrested a second time while in jail just proves how bad he is at picking friends.  And it has all culminated in this DUI arrest.  You knew it was going to happen, it was just a matter of when.  What surprised me the most was my reaction to it all.
You see, I'm a little torn.  I'm not a Justin Bieber fan, but working in radio means that I do play his songs sometimes and have been known to wake up at 3 AM with one stuck in my head.  That alone makes me want to hate the little punk.  No one invades my head space unless they've managed to finish puberty!  (The only exception is Lorde and that is because she is hilarious and talented, something the Bieb's really isn't.)  He's got catchy music and there is a whole demographic out there that thinks peeing in a mop bucket in the kitchen of a four star restaurant is hilarious, but I am most definitely not in that demo.  So I'm not a fan of his music and I find his punk a** behavior annoying and juvenile, you would think I would be thrilled that he finally got busted right?
But I'm not.  I know!  I'm as confused as anyone!  True, when I first heard the news, I gave a little cackle and may have done a little happy dance in my head, but then I realized that this bust will most likely not change anything.  The kid has millions of dollars, which he made by working his pre-pubescent butt off.  (I will give credit where credit is due, he works hard, even if his music sucks)  He had no time to be a kid, so now he's acting like one, but can afford all the fun toys and drugs and lawyers to get him out of the messes.  Why would one arrest change anything?  And that makes me sad because he could have really hurt someone with all the drunk driving and drag racing and whatever else he decides to do because he can.
 I'm also a little sad for his fans.  Those (mostly) girls are freaking crazy!  They threaten people with death on Twitter!  They get malls shut down!  And they do it for the love a kid who eggs his neighbors house and drag races drunk down a busy street!  And they are still getting all crazy and defending him.  I feel bad that they have to defend a ... I'm kind of drawing a blank on family friendly ways to describe the Biebs... jerk face?  
 So now I'm in a bit of a shame spiral because I actually care enough to worry about the Biebs (or at least the people who may be hurt by his stupidity) and feel bad for his fans.  I feel icky and dirty and in need of a shower (and not just because the child got oatmeal in my hair this morning).  I have actually written a blog post about Justin Bieber and now I'm going to have to go home and listen to death metal to make myself feel clean again.  Anyone have a saltine, I'm suddenly nauseous!  Ugh!
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by Tracy Webster posted Jan 10 2014 4:35PM
I have been sadly neglectful of my blog lately, but I have a good reason!  Amidst all of the holiday madness, I finally got the courage to get LASIK surgery on my eyes!  So, for the first time since I was eight, I can see clearly without contacts or glasses and its been a long time coming.
 I had a fifty fifty chance at bad eye sight as a kid since my father has terrible vision and my mother has perfect vision (or did before that evil thing called aging required some reading glasses).  But, despite these odds, both my sister and I ended up near sighted.  I learned a lot watching my older sister get glasses and contacts, but apparently not enough to dissuade me from picking clear frames for my first set of glasses.  My eight year old self was convinced that you wouldn't be able to see the glasses if the frames were clear.  Such ignorance.  Between those and the ill advised spiral perm I insisted on getting three years in a row, I had a rather awkward late childhood.  And no, I will not show you pictures.  
Things changed for me when I was eleven.  See, we were moving to a different state, so my parents decided to have the eye doctor they trusted fit me for contacts early instead of waiting until I was twelve like my sister was when she got her contacts.  Bribery?  Probably, but it worked so who's complaining?  Aside from my sister, who always had to wait for things longer than I did.  Its not my fault she was born first.  
Anyway, because of my astigmatism and truly horrible nearsightedness, the eye doctor fitted me for gas permeable lenses, or hard contacts for those (like my husband, lucky guy) who have never had to darken an eye doctor's door.  The learning curve on hard contacts is much steeper than that of soft contacts for numerous reasons, the main being that they are hard and therefore hurt your eyes for a good week or two before you get used to them.  The other being that they are a pain to put in and take out.  So why did I get them?  Because they corrected my astigmatism and my Dad told me soft contacts are for wusses.
I had watched my sister go through the hard contact acclimation a few years before, so I was ready to spend hours in front of the mirror trying to get the suckers in my eyes while my dad threatened from downstairs to put them in for me.  But surprisingly, I didn't have a problem getting them in, I just couldn't get the darn things out!  After a few weeks of my dad pulling on my eye lids for me, I finally mastered the art and my contact adventure began.
It was a bumpy road for sure.  There was the constant fear of losing a contact.  The envy when my friends all started getting contacts and were allowed to get soft contacts.  And then there were all the random mishaps.  The contact in the bottom of the pool.  The one that broke in my eye.  That one I swallowed.  The one that disappeared for two days, only to turn up in the hallway, three rooms away from where it was lost.  But we did ok, my contacts and I.  I figured I would have hard contacts for the rest of my life and I had no problem with that.  I was so used to the ins and outs of being a contact wearer that I never considered an alternative.
But then my husband, probably fed up with always being the designated contact finder when I dropped one in the bathroom, having to drive me to the eye doctor when said contact didn't show up because my glasses were so old they didn't really fit my face anymore, or hearing me complain about my eyes being on fire during allergy season (which lasts all year round here), suggested I look into LASIK.  I put it off.  The whole idea scared me.  I hate having people (other than myself) touch my eyes and I'd been a contact and glasses wearer for so long, I didn't know if I could see myself as anything else.  Plus, the hubby loves me in glasses and its always nice to keep him interested.  But, after a few years of nagging gently prodding me to look into it, I finally did.
 I'll go into the whole process in another blog post, because I'm getting bored with talking about my eyes, so you must be super tired of reading about them.  Needless to say, I did it and will now not have to wear glasses or contacts again until my eyes are old and evil!  Now I get to threaten to board a plane and fly across the country to put my nephew's contacts in for him and call my dad a wuss for getting soft (trifocal) contacts, but I don't have to panic every time a windy day arrives and throws dust in my eyes.  And I can find my crying child at night without finding my glasses first.  I'm still wrapping my head around the whole 'I'm not wearing contacts but can see perfectly thing', but I am totally loving it.  The better to catch up on my celebrity gossip with!  
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