Rookery Rookery
Pen pen I stumble fall shuffle Again and again Another week of radio about to upend itself. Today Kylah gave bloom to the normally staid WJOB studios. She's seven months old with trance-inducing eyes and in constant motion. She sat on her mother's lap and chewed on her chewy toy. She grabbed the microphone, took a bite of the wind screen. She raised her hands, smiled, smelled the headsets. Light post, light post
Jamoke, jamoke You all confused, Or in on on the joke? No, I didn't talk this morning about any of the stuff that I said I was gonna talk about. That's how it goes most of the time. You prep morning topics then rarely use them. But when you don't prepare at all, panic can set in - holy shit, what do I say next? The great non-conundrum in morning radio. Gum, gum prepare, prepare If you chew only one Dead air, dead air |
I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Ind., and write this blog.
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