It’s 12:21am on Wednesday and the only way the three or four of you and I get to talk is if I wake up in the middle of the night to take a pee and then start writing. Don’t worry, I washed my hands.
The main reason that I don’t have time to give you the appropriate attention is Facebook Live video. It’s taking over my life, along with Twitter video also.
Radio is work. Radio is love.
That’s a good place to start on this Sunday morning with the birds chirping and the fan whirring rhythmically in the corner.
Yesterday, a Saturday in late June, Alexis and I attended five pretty big events. At each, I had a short conversation with about 20 people. That means I had about 100 short conversations yesterday.
It’s 3:57 on a Friday morning and the only way I can find the time to sit down and blog to the three or four of you about My Radio Life is to wake up an hour early and do it.
Yesterday I went a few doors down from the Purdue Commercialization Center where our WJOB studios are located and met a guy who was supposed to look like me and talk like me. His name’s Epo (pronounced Eppo). He’s a Puerto Rican guy from the Calumet section of East Chicago who used to work at US Gypsum. That’s where Epo met Ramon.
As the three or four of you know, I write this blog to record what it’s like to live a life of local radio. My theory is that in a few years there may not be any of us left. It will be good to remember what it was like.
But this, to use the parlance of the day, is not my first rodeo. I also lived a life of local trading that went away. Let me explain.