I used to be a disc jockey on the radio; I usually did the all night shift on weekends or early morning fill in. I wasn’t a serious jock, I was there by accident (nepotism) and I loved music. I enjoyed playing good music that the audience might be hearing for the first time or play a set that drew a picture or put together a segue which made you think it was one long piece of music.
The thing I liked was I saw this as instant art, done and then blown into the cosmos, having been told that radio waves just keep going.
When I started writing this blog this current time I just needed an outlet for my emotions, a way of breathing out the pain. I wanted to relate to others who have gone through the same thing; I just didn’t want a hug. I could do this with Facebook and a blog. I didn’t write the whole thing out on fb because I don’t feel it’s the right avenue for such talk and I figured if anyone wanted to know more they would go to my blog page, and they did. It felt good. But what really felt good is when I started looking at the stat page and saw that there were people in other countries looking at my page, for some reason this made me really happy. I guess it’s the idea of relating somewhere other then where you are. I live in a small town.
If you have looked at my blog you have maybe noticed I have no idea what I am doing. I only know how to print in one size, put a picture in the middle or the top, can’t figure out tags, so it is very basic. I haven’t been editing or revising my writing, just throwing it on the wall, like spaghetti. Somebody from Italy read one of my pieces, ITALY. How cool is that?
The Buzzy Donahue Show 