My Secret Blog

So I guess I'll pick up the story again in my non-linear fashion and once again apologize for being an old man and repeating myself sometimes. I have one word for you reader. Skin. Let's go back and dissect my journey through radio, into television, and out the other side. Before I tell you about radio I suppose that I should tell you what got me interested in it in the first place. When I was a young child My grandmother had an intercom system that I thought was very cool. It dated back to when my family apparently had money and servants. The servants were in one part of the house and the family was in a different part of the house. There were two units that were about the size of a toaster each and you could set one up in one room and one up in the other room and they worked like walkie-talkies. You could ask the service to do stuff without having to be in their presence. Wasn't that cool? By the time I came around there was no more money or servants but my grandmother st...

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All right so it seems I do have one more phone about the audience that I didn't really relay previously. The thing about the audience is that I always took great pleasure in doing something that please them. That was the stroke that I really got more than anything else. Whether it was the sound of my voice or what I was saying when I was speaking., Or the music that I was playing when I was a disc jockey, I hope that the audience would like it. I had to work for a few stations in my time where I was playing music that I didn't personally like and didn't think much of the audience that I was playing it for but it was still a cool gig. I guess that's really all I have to say, I just wanted to make sure that you understood that really my main pleasure was making the audience happy.

All right now that that distraction is over I'll get back to talking about how I miss being famous. Just kidding. I do miss the audience however. What I mean by that is that I miss knowing that a large number of people will hear what I have to say, and might be affected by it. I don't need to be famous or Rich, but having enough money to do what I wanted would be nice. The media never paid as well as people thought. People thought I was famous. Some of them anyways. And those people probably thought I had a lot more money than I did at the time. Anyways, the thing is that I like having the access that being a member of the media gets me. I don't ever really consider myself famous, and I'm certainly not now. But even at the peak of my radio career I never thought of myself in those terms. I was just Dave. On that same guy now but some people thought that I was the character that I was playing on the radio. Unfortunately my wife I think is one of those people. I'm sur...

So I'm just sitting here thinking about how I don't do radio anymore haven't done it for a few years, and how I feel about that really. I'm thinking about this blog and what I have to do to my head to put things into words enough to put it on my secret blog. As far as radio is concerned, the secret is that it's cool having an audience. I miss them. I always knew they were there in the back of my head and somehow they were important to me. I don't mean the people that would show up on a Saturday afternoon at some radio remote, or would call the station in the middle of the night. I'm talking about people that would listen to the radio station and you would never know that they were out there because they never bothered to interact with the station more than just listen to it. That for me at the time was important I realize. Oh there's the phone I better answer it and take a break when it rains it pours on the overnight shift. I am fond of saying that beca...

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I've been thinking about this blog and what I want to do with it, and I should probably set it up so that you understand, I'm riding it for me. You are the random internet browser that has accidentally found this blog and are curious as to the demented mind behind it, but you are not the end user. You're only an observer. You will notice that my storytelling is non-linear, and you are going to have to get used to that. I'm going to go into my whole radio thing in greater detail and tell you what was wonderful and horrific about it. I'll tell you about my time and television as well and my post media life. I'll get to all of that eventually so you will just have to stand by and continue to read this blog because I am rather verbose and will dictate endlessly in the future. For now, I'll just say that life is weird and I have done a number of interesting things. I hope that you, the random internet user will find it randomly interesting. We will see you next t...

I just had a random thought and thought I would take this pause to relate to you. I'll continue my story about how I got through a quarter of radio to the Michelle that I'm working at now. I'll do so in a future post in sort of a non-linear way. That's my method and I'm sticking to it. For now, I just thought I would relay that I've had some changes in the feelings that I have as to whom I'm addressing on this secret blog. Originally I thought it would just be a thing that only I would read and that was it. Then I realized that being on the internet and hopefully anonymous, other people will randomly find it on the internet and perhaps find it interesting. So rather than writing this for nobody, I'll write it for the anonymous internet user that may be out there. Kind of like an audience that I cannot see rather like my old audience on radio. That's it for now I just thought I would let you know that I love you even though I don't know you. Thank...

I suppose that I should start by talking about what it was that I did for half of my life how I got interested in it and really where I came from in the very beginning so you can know why it was that I did what I did. Then we can talk about how it was that I wound up being the overnight guy here at this modestly priced motel I was born of poor black child. Just kidding. As of the writing of this I'm 58 years old and I was born in the mid 1960s. I grew up in a fairly common common, White household. I had a couple of parents and a little sister. That continued until I was 8 years old and my parents split up and I wound up living with my mom my sister and my grandma. Lots of estrogen. We moved away when I was 11 years old and I went to school in california. When I got into high school I discovered the radio TV department and thought it was pretty cool. I took a radio drama class and wanted to be a disc jockey. Then the cruel people of California past proposition 13. As a homeowner I l...

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I should just start things by telling you exactly who I am without revealing my identity. Once we do that then we can delve into my mind. I hope that no one ever reads this really, because I'm going to be completely honest in my opinion and my viewpoints. People will be offended. I'm using a voice to text thing and I don't really know how it's going to work out. My phone is probably going to make me sound drunk from time to time and I apologize for that. I'm only drunk sometimes. Actually that's a joke. One of the first things you should know about me is that I'm very sarcastic. My name is Dave and I live in a small Southern California coastal community. We'll just say we're a satellite market of Los Angeles and leave it at that. One thing that you should know about me is that I was a radio personality for 25 years or so and segwayed into television which wound up not being a very good move for me. I left my media career behind cuz it was kind of stu...

I thought my first post would be background on who I am and why I have the stupid blog. Instead, I'll let you know what happened at work today. I'm the overnight guy at motel 6 and there was a lady who wanted to extend her stay. She started to cry and wanted me to give her a hug. She said she had escaped her abusive spouse and was hiding out at the motel 6. She leaned in a couple of times like she wanted me to kiss her. She was very young and attractive, and I was very tempted to do so. I did not because I've managed to live my 58 years without cheating on anybody and being that I'm married I thought it would not be a good idea. Okay, that's what happened at work tonight. It was very interested.

So it seems like this thing is working as well as it can. The voice to text seems to be okay. So I guess I'm going to start dictating my thoughts into this blog that I'm hoping nobody will read.

I'm just going to see if I can create a post using voice to text on my phone and see how this app works.