question.
[yeah, i know, i said i wasn't going to get on here when i got home, but seriously, come on...]
i'm listening right now to KUT, a local public station broadcasting from somewhere in university of texas' campustown. different from KVRX, in that it isn't a full-fledged "college" station, and you don't have to be a student to work there. i contacted the station manager at KVRX before i left champaign, asking about the place and what my chances of getting a gig were. she replied a couple days later and, to my disappointment, by not being in school, i had no chances at all. my days of masquerading as a student, after a year or so of not actually being one, just to work in student radio, were over. or, at least, i'm not confident i could pull off the stunt down here. but she did explain to me the coolest part about KVRX -- by day, the station is mild-mannered KOOP, another local, public access station; it isn't until nightfall that the frequency transforms into its student-run alternative ego. a lot of the daytime programming is your run-of-the-mill NPR crap, but they do reserve some airtime for music programming, which was where my opportunity lied.
but being the night owl i am, i'd love nothing more than to retire from my corporately-driven workday, circa 2am, into the arms of a worn-down rolling chair in a too-small studio and kill a couple of hours with a few listeners and a stackful of cds... and, by the looks of it, KUT is where that opportunity lies.
funny enough, one of the elderly security guards at the building i work at, is in a local jazz band and has a friend who works for KUT. i gave him my contact information a couple months ago, and he said he'd put in the good word, as long as i promised him and his boys some airplay if and when i got the gig. and if and when i do, i certainly will.
but the planets are aligning, the heavens parting, electricity is in the air -- my time is now. jeff's incredible girlfriend, sam, creative fairy that she is, has in mind some grassroots ideas for promoting KPRS, which couldn't possibly be more inspiring than it is. suddenly, i'm fucking excited about this again, and have a million ideas of my own. if i can really get this thing on its feet, maybe it'll help me get that job at KUT. or, if i let myself get carried away (soooo easy and FUN to do), who knows what else?? someone, anyone, pick me up and give me purpose!
so my question. that i pose to you. is: if i take my little idea and turn it into a nightly thing, would you listen? if i spent those six wasted hours at work secretly prepping an hour-long or two-hour show, and these five or six sleepless ones every morning, recording and editing the little monster, ready for your reception by the time you rise -- would you have me? would you listen on your computer as you finish up last night's homework? download me to your ipod before you leave for class? burn me to CD for your drive to work?
and if the answer could be yes, what would you want out of this? my big bent about radio is that it's about community, as much for you as it is for me. and this isn't just going to be the weekly mixtape i've been playing around with. it'll be a lot of work and a lot of learning and probably a lot of time before it's anything worth faithfully listening to, but it'll be for real. let me know.
in emotionally related, but otherwise not-so, news, pronoia came today, while i was at work. as did a care package from mom, filled with dried fruit, cookies, her sinfully good homemade snickers bars (i've already had like five), and a little, thank-you-lord-for-my-mom cash. i'm going to forego my six feet under to give into this crazy book and sticky its pages with caramelly fingers. in a moment like this, it's hard not to believe the world really is conspiring to shower a guy with blessings...
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UPDATE 4:42a: still haven't touched the book, but did help myself to more of mom's snickers. the best thing about them is that they all melted together in the mail, and you have to eat them with a fork. and somehow, you still get caramel all over you.
i got sidetracked by an away message of a guy i used to work with at wpgu, that said he had a new blog post. he's a funny guy who i enjoyed while i knew him, so i decided to seek him out in the blogosphere, see if i could track down what's probably a great story.
instead of finding his blog [jackie, you'll love this], i found fitz's. fitz is a total prick who i did NOT enjoy in the least, but i gotta hand it to the guy, he's much smarter and funnier than i. we probably would have gotten along, had i met him before he turned into a total douche.
but read that page, start at the bottom and work your way up. he completely blasts wpgu, brazenly but eloquently lashing out at illini media in a way a lot of us dreamt of, but never could articulate. hell of a writer. i find myself wondering what he's up to.
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SECOND UPDATE 5:17a: let myself get sidetracked by a link on fitz's blog to his friend emily katherine's blog. how can douches have such non-douche friends? i'll never understand this.
emily katherine is not a douche because she loves google for all the right reasons. and, she's more insightful and articulate than i.
i'm becoming less and less enthused about my own life, by the minute.
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5:31a: i realize you guys don't have hours to spend trivializing your existence compared to the more interesting ones of others (bet you watch a lot of reality tv though, huh?) -- but this [again via fitz, you bastard] is too fucking good.
luckily, i'm coming down from the snickers, and my bed is looking pretty inviting. pronoia will have to wait another day. fuck, so will laundry...
--
not even posting the time. this erskine guy is something else.
why i'm still up, laughing hysterically out loud and eating homemade snickers like there's no tomorrow [today?].
i'm listening right now to KUT, a local public station broadcasting from somewhere in university of texas' campustown. different from KVRX, in that it isn't a full-fledged "college" station, and you don't have to be a student to work there. i contacted the station manager at KVRX before i left champaign, asking about the place and what my chances of getting a gig were. she replied a couple days later and, to my disappointment, by not being in school, i had no chances at all. my days of masquerading as a student, after a year or so of not actually being one, just to work in student radio, were over. or, at least, i'm not confident i could pull off the stunt down here. but she did explain to me the coolest part about KVRX -- by day, the station is mild-mannered KOOP, another local, public access station; it isn't until nightfall that the frequency transforms into its student-run alternative ego. a lot of the daytime programming is your run-of-the-mill NPR crap, but they do reserve some airtime for music programming, which was where my opportunity lied.
but being the night owl i am, i'd love nothing more than to retire from my corporately-driven workday, circa 2am, into the arms of a worn-down rolling chair in a too-small studio and kill a couple of hours with a few listeners and a stackful of cds... and, by the looks of it, KUT is where that opportunity lies.
funny enough, one of the elderly security guards at the building i work at, is in a local jazz band and has a friend who works for KUT. i gave him my contact information a couple months ago, and he said he'd put in the good word, as long as i promised him and his boys some airplay if and when i got the gig. and if and when i do, i certainly will.
but the planets are aligning, the heavens parting, electricity is in the air -- my time is now. jeff's incredible girlfriend, sam, creative fairy that she is, has in mind some grassroots ideas for promoting KPRS, which couldn't possibly be more inspiring than it is. suddenly, i'm fucking excited about this again, and have a million ideas of my own. if i can really get this thing on its feet, maybe it'll help me get that job at KUT. or, if i let myself get carried away (soooo easy and FUN to do), who knows what else?? someone, anyone, pick me up and give me purpose!
so my question. that i pose to you. is: if i take my little idea and turn it into a nightly thing, would you listen? if i spent those six wasted hours at work secretly prepping an hour-long or two-hour show, and these five or six sleepless ones every morning, recording and editing the little monster, ready for your reception by the time you rise -- would you have me? would you listen on your computer as you finish up last night's homework? download me to your ipod before you leave for class? burn me to CD for your drive to work?
and if the answer could be yes, what would you want out of this? my big bent about radio is that it's about community, as much for you as it is for me. and this isn't just going to be the weekly mixtape i've been playing around with. it'll be a lot of work and a lot of learning and probably a lot of time before it's anything worth faithfully listening to, but it'll be for real. let me know.
in emotionally related, but otherwise not-so, news, pronoia came today, while i was at work. as did a care package from mom, filled with dried fruit, cookies, her sinfully good homemade snickers bars (i've already had like five), and a little, thank-you-lord-for-my-mom cash. i'm going to forego my six feet under to give into this crazy book and sticky its pages with caramelly fingers. in a moment like this, it's hard not to believe the world really is conspiring to shower a guy with blessings...
--
UPDATE 4:42a: still haven't touched the book, but did help myself to more of mom's snickers. the best thing about them is that they all melted together in the mail, and you have to eat them with a fork. and somehow, you still get caramel all over you.
i got sidetracked by an away message of a guy i used to work with at wpgu, that said he had a new blog post. he's a funny guy who i enjoyed while i knew him, so i decided to seek him out in the blogosphere, see if i could track down what's probably a great story.
instead of finding his blog [jackie, you'll love this], i found fitz's. fitz is a total prick who i did NOT enjoy in the least, but i gotta hand it to the guy, he's much smarter and funnier than i. we probably would have gotten along, had i met him before he turned into a total douche.
but read that page, start at the bottom and work your way up. he completely blasts wpgu, brazenly but eloquently lashing out at illini media in a way a lot of us dreamt of, but never could articulate. hell of a writer. i find myself wondering what he's up to.
--
SECOND UPDATE 5:17a: let myself get sidetracked by a link on fitz's blog to his friend emily katherine's blog. how can douches have such non-douche friends? i'll never understand this.
emily katherine is not a douche because she loves google for all the right reasons. and, she's more insightful and articulate than i.
i'm becoming less and less enthused about my own life, by the minute.
--
5:31a: i realize you guys don't have hours to spend trivializing your existence compared to the more interesting ones of others (bet you watch a lot of reality tv though, huh?) -- but this [again via fitz, you bastard] is too fucking good.
luckily, i'm coming down from the snickers, and my bed is looking pretty inviting. pronoia will have to wait another day. fuck, so will laundry...
--
not even posting the time. this erskine guy is something else.
why i'm still up, laughing hysterically out loud and eating homemade snickers like there's no tomorrow [today?].
<3 ryan at 2:36 AM
1 Comments:
and even in texas, fitz manages to find you. i have to say, it makes me laugh that he reminds you of me. and in answer to your question, do the radio thing. if you have the energy and TIME, that is. :) i would really enjoy hearing you back doing the thing you love.
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