So it didn’t take me too long to stumble and fall right back into the same problem I had the previous couple of times I tried to maintain a blog: updating periodically.
I could come up with a gazillion excuses and they would all amount to me not allocating regular time to sit and blog, period.
But I will still offer one anyway. I’m moving between two houses, and with a family in tow, you can imagine how chaotic that gets.
A good kind of chaotic, though, is what I’ve always loved about radio. To get the ear-candy type of radio programming to execute flawlessly on the air actual does require some skill and work. The primary skill I needed to learn when I started out was multi-tasking. And back in the days of analog radio, there was a potential for disaster if I couldn’t keep it together. I liked that I got to pick my songs to play, but I had to constantly be mindful of what was happening on and off the air all the time. After pressing play on a Technics turntable and seamlessly getting the current song on the air, I would have to pick and cue-up the next vinyl record on the second turntable. While doing that, I had to prepare my next ad lib or spiel and answer phone calls for requests and dedications (yeah, I started out in provincial pop radio after all). Seems simple enough in theory, but in practice, I did need that multi-tasking skill to be spot on.
I remember my former 99.5 RT colleague, North Andrew, remarking how drained he would feel after his shift on air. If you’ve ever had the privilege of hearing his program back then, you could appreciate that observation, as I recall how easy he made it sound.
And a lot of other radio DJ’s have commented that even if a typical radio show only runs for three to four hours on average, it still feels like they worked an eight hour desk job. I can only agree with that sentiment. On radio, there are no long lunch or snack breaks, and I would have to time my bathroom break with the length of the song as I had to make my sure I could get back in the booth before the record playing had run out. Otherwise, I would have committed the deadly radio sin of dead-air or on-air silence, which would be broken only by the sound of the telephone ringing meaning my program director or worse, station manager would be on the other end to rip me a new one.
But after my first month and even after more than twenty years, I still crave that kind of chaos. It’s something I will truly never outgrow.
Now excuse me while I try to lift this couch with my Jedi mind trick.
Next time, let’s talk about radio today.