Media Explosion

I have a local radio show every Sunday morning from 7 - 9am EST, which is streamed here. There are lots of great shows there, so please check the schedule -you'll probably find something you like. I play everything from Anuna to Zappa. No Top 40 though...none.

The show is like therapy for me- I spend hours listening to my old records; making mental notes on which songs work together and which don't, screening for FCC-banned words , laughing at my own ideas...I wanna hack into the 'JACK' radio robots and add the title tracks from Zappa's Weasels Ripped My Flesh and Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music to the mix...

Yesterday, I had just finished making snarky remarks about the great State of New Jersey and it's bizarre breakfast legislation when the phone rang (actually it flashed , it's a silent ringer...)

In Pavlovian fashion, I dropped CDs everywhere and immediately wrapped myself in the headphone cable; this visually slapstick comic masterpiece was entirely wasted on the radio audience.
Must reach phone...must not black out...

"Is this Allan?"

"Yes."

I thought it was this girl I've been trying to avoid- it's hard to say "I'm not here" when I'm announcing my whereabouts on the public airwaves- but instead it was a blogpal from New Jersey!

I was in such a state of technical havoc and emotional chaos that I barely recall the rest- perhaps I was incorrect in some of my statements re: the Garden State... remind me to make a correction next week, heheh....

Like most folks, I enjoy getting comments on my blog.
But getting phone calls on-the-air?

That rocks.

Thanks for listening and calling!

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Does anyone know where I can find a job? I seem to have misplaced mine.