- the reality is that radio is dying and I want to chronicle the death of it. The mental picture we use is that a bunch of communications students 50 years from now are up late working on their senior project. One of them says – “hey, look at this blog from 50 ago. Maybe we can write about this.” Then they smoke some more weed and read this blog and write a paper.
There’s two reasons I write this blog.
Sunday, March 22, 2020. 6am.
If you wrote this script and took it to Hollywood, you’d get laughed out of town.
“Really, sir, the whole world gets the same virus and they all have to go in their homes, apartments, tepees, trailers, igloos, houseboats, whatever. And then they have to sit there and wait until someone comes up with a cure.”
March 19, 9:28pm. Home.
In that haze between wake and sleep, there was no corona virus. I blinked from a nap and there it was.
It’s a Thursday night and I’d like to chronicle all of the things that are happening around me. For history’s sake or something like that.
I run radio stations and a streaming video network in Hammond, Indiana, and write this blog.