There's a lotta ways to skin a cat, peel an onion, wipe your own a... whatever. And there's a lotta ways to tell the story of My Radio Life.
There's photos, recordings of my morning radio show, the My Radio Life podcast... there's Facebook Live videos, there's this blog. I even write a poem here and there about living radio. This morning, I tell you the story in a podcast. There it is above.
It’s 7:35 on a Thursday evening and I can’t talk. Really. No voice. A low whisper… like a dying man or a little kid playing hide and seek. Some of you secretly wish this condition permanent. Shame on you.
It is a weird feeling to be a person who makes a living talking and then all of the sudden you can’t talk. Forced silence. Whispers of nothingness. Silent snow, secret snow. I can hear okay. I just can’t talk. I am cut off from what I love to do every morning that there’s oxygen and traffic. Without the 5:30 morning show, I am lost, looking for that other shoe. No socks in the sock drawer. Out of milk. Car’s on empty. Where’s the ice scraper? Put the wrong underwear on, the pair you said you were gonna throw away but never did.
9:22am on Wednesday. I’m not usually talking to the three or four of you at this point in the middle of the week.
Normally at this time on a Wednesday, I would have just finished the morning show and there would be people filtering in to the WJOB studios from the Purdue Center. Our morning crew would all be there – Me, Ryan, Sam, Jimmy Mullaney, Debbie, maybe even Christina. We’d be talking about the streaming live video and how to make it better or, if my sister Jennifer was there, I’d be arguing with her about if I could buy a new gadget for a couple grand.
Jen runs the money. Debbie runs the office. Alexis rules. I’m surrounded by women telling me what to do.
I gotta tell the three or four of you who read my blog that there might be a few more joining the team. I figure that maybe five or six more out there listen to my podcast, My Radio Life, which is pretty much the same crap that I've been spewing out to you folks for a while now.
That makes about ten of you altogether. Welcome to the Region.