You gotta wonder where radio is really headed.
The whole purpose of this blog is to chronicle its death, which, if the three or four of you ever stop to think about it, is kind of morbid. Have you ever read a story or watched a movie in which the narrator has as a stated purpose to chronicle his or her own death?
I had a poem in my head but it took me a while to fire up my computer, so I lost it. There is no poem that shall be written today. It is lost forever.
You gotta write it down as soon as you think of it.
It’s 1:49 on a Tuesday afternoon and I’m alone in the Strack & Van Til studios on the campus of the Purdue Commercialization Center. It doesn’t happen very often that I’m alone here. There’s always people around.
I suppose that’s the nature of radio – people. You need people to produce the talk shows, to announce the high school basketball games, and, now, to operate the cameras for Facebook Live. People make the radio. You need callers to add some spice to your morning show and you need people to listen so that sponsors will buy advertising. It’s a continuous circle of people coming and going through the doors at Purdue and I’m just grateful to have my two radio stations to myself for a few minutes. It’s a good feeling.
It’s been a while since the five of us have discussed the goings on of radio. Maybe we needed a break from each other.
When last we spoke, I was pretty down on radio and the pace of my life in general. Thanks you to those of you who sent along words of encouragement. I don’t why these words matter, but they do.