If you wanna make God laugh, tell him your plans. And if you wanna make him wince, write a blog.
That's kinda how I feel about this whole thing. Who gives a shit what I have to say about radio, what it means to me, how it's declining six percent a year and may wither away someday? Like God or anyone else really gives a shit.
As you can probably tell by the meager amount of blogging that I've done this month - I hate writing this freaking thing. And I don't know why.
It's not like I don't know how to journal. I'm one of these closet journalers. Sometimes I write pages and pages of just bullshit and then at the end of all of it I feel just a little bit better and can start my day or go to bed, whichever is next. Somehow doing radio four hours a day or so has somehow taken over the journaling. It's as if one way or another I have to vomit up a certain amount of words or I'll get Jimmy leg before I go to bed. You lay in bed looking at the ceiling fan listening to old Bee Gees songs and figuring out how tired you're gonna be the next day... (click Read more below)
Here's our social media numbers as of March 12, 2015. Let's see where they are in two months.
WJOB FACEBOOK Likes- 2,671
JIM Dedelow's FACEBOOK PAGE Friends- 2,050
WJOB Twitter Followers- 354
JED’s Twitter Followers- 1,065
YouTube Page for JED.TV Subscribers- 148 Total Views- 38,552 (since June, 2013)
YouTube Page for WJOB1230 Subscribers- 123 Total Views- 87,850 (since May, 2011)
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It's gonna die. You know it and I know it.
Local radio as we know it will at some point be absorbed into a digital black hole. Yes, this is sad. But it is inevitable and as with all deaths local radio will push through to another state. A continuous death by a thousand cuts and one day you look back and realize that are something entirely different.
It is not as if this is the first industry that I was a part of to die. As you know, for 18 years I traded in the pits of the Chicago Board of Trade. I did really like to add and yell push sometimes and play with my gum. I was attracted to the action and the money like nobody's business but in the end I just really liked it. I didn't love it. So when I started to hear the footsteps that pit trading was gonna die and turn into something else... I fled rather than fought. I stepped aside rather than morph into a guy sitting at a computer with charts and algorithms and a black box... (click Read More below)
It's Sectionals week, and for a local radio station in Indiana, that's a pretty big deal. This time around Munster High student Christina Cortez and I are putting together a little film of what Sectionals week is like in local Indiana radio. Christina says it'll be easier when we go back to edit if I keep a little timeline of my activities. So here goes.
530am - start radio show. Snow.
740am - sing to the camera during a break
810am - get all pissed off about someone putting coffee in the teapot
840am - interview Wes Lukoshus about Hammond Sports Hall of Fame
930am - meet with Purdue Cal people to look at drawings for new studio
6pm - go for dinner with wife at Carraba's
8pm - go for a run in the cold
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