Brave but stupid. Fun
but still too much toward the invisible.
No matter what I write. How it's
presented. The end result of nearly
everything punched into the well worn nubs of a computer keyboard is another
person's opinion.
I'm a sucker for it.
Art gallery shows in cities where I couldn't defend or better sell. Radio shows controlled by nationally known consultants
and brilliant programmers spouting, "Do it this way. Now try this.
I know what I said but let's twist it again then again."
Often described as constructive criticism; calling a spade a
spade...the expression is still an opinion.
I've decided to change the name of my Blog from Blah Blah
Radio to Scrambled Eggs. Yeah... kind of
sort of after my new book of the same title.
The more pages that seep from these fingertips the less radio plays in
the multitudes of performances I'm required to put on. Radio is 1/1000th of who I am. It doesn't deserve to infect the flow of oil
scooting through my engine. It's just an
envelope connected to a hundred thousand more.
Which is why as a writer I've pushed myself toward
separating the Blogs. Instead of
crunching spiritual speak next to Rock Jock talk. Why not give the interviewer his own envelope? The writer acts like a teenager so it's time
to give him his own room.
It's a test. A view of
where readers are and how they move. I'm
searching for something that may not exist but when I find it. I'll do everything within my writing power to
share it.
I host five Blogs.
1. Unplugged And Totally Uncut
2. Connecting Road:
The Preacher And The Poet
3. Rock Jock Talk
4. Scrambled Eggs
And one that's totally anonymous. The authors identity isn't important.
It's not ego! I'm a
Broadcaster. Rarely if ever do you find
Hip Hop on a Country station.
I hosted a five hour lecture this past Monday. A huge room blessed with performers claiming
to have been personally called by the Radio Gods, "Love ya mean it but
your energy and wild imagination is needed on the radio."
I love hearing their stories! No two Broadcasters come from the same mold. Each journey has been shaped by a passion. It could be a brilliant play on a football field to a guitar riff that refuses to cut free of your desire to be. Real people conditioned to believe they're the answer for Talk Radio. Shy peeps with no switch to crank up their vocal strength whisper, "I don't know what I want to be."
After each story. I
stood there carefully trying to come up with a leverage.
Motivate.
Connect. Leverage. I live it.
I breathe it. To help. To fine tune.
To blend, mix and shake up.
Instead of saying, "You are brilliant! You're going to be stars! I will hire you tomorrow!"
Nope.... I chose to
put the writer ahead of all things, "Are any of you Blogging yet? The new age of Broadcasting is
connecting. Radio and TV motivate. As a Broadcaster in a community that's chosen
to support you...you've got to have leverage.
You have to write every day. Find
your listener. Know who is
watching. Live through their
experiences. Get the attention off you
and figure out what the hourly change in language is."
Not even a golf clap.
No dull roar. Mumble. Snicker or someone wanting to take a
break.
"Millions of people have been convinced that radio and
television are where they need to be. Yet
top dog researchers and satellite addicted music nuts have labeled the industry
dead. Those bastards can still be
reached. Through your writing. It's still Broadcasting!"
I challenged them to begin a Blog. Share your story! Talk to the 999,999 other people trying to do
what you've set out to become.
Not even a golf clap.
No dull roar. Mumble. Snicker or someone wanting to take a
break.
No matter what I write.
How it's presented. The end
result of nearly everything punched into the well worn nubs of a computer
keyboard is another person's opinion. I'm a sucker for it.
I'm convinced that this is what it looks like inside a computer's
memory system a wishful terabyte wide.
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