Friday, October 17, 2008

My body is a cage.

There's some kind of happiness in getting listened to as a deejay. Tonight, I was armed with good music (the many, many CDs in my room are finally organized in alphabetical order, after years of existing in scattered piles) and I was determined to put on a good show. I knew it would be before I began. I was all over the board, as evidenced by my playlist, because I was literally re-discovering favorites I have collected over several years of collecting/obsessing. It didn't much matter that our transmitter went down for an 80-minute chunk of time, resulting in a long static signal on the radio waves. It didn't matter that someone called in to tell me to liven things up, lest she tune right out (and she probably did, too). It didn't even matter that someone went to the trouble to place a relay call to tell me that my show sucked. (Hearing the operator say, "Your show sucks. How do you respond?" was pretty funny, after all. I even laughed a bit when I hung up on him.)

As I've said before, it's not about whether they like it or hate it. It's whether they listen, period. And for that? I have joy.

2 comments:

frog said...

The 80 minutes of static was pretty rough.......

Dainon. said...

Yeah ... it would have been nice had they given me the heads up, so's I could have told listeners to switch over to their respective computers, but alas ... it was not to be.