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"A Confession, what it really means to be a DJ."
A Confession, what it really means to be a DJ.
One of my fondest and wildest dreams as a gawkward, zit faced teenaged boy, was to one day play the music that played on the Jukebox at the ice cream Parlour where we hung out after school, that made everybody so happy and free and joyous. What a wonderful thing, I thought, to be able to give people this feeling.
“That’s what I want to do!” Was in my mind; with no possibility of fruition, but thas another story.
It took time, a lot of time and years, but it did happen, a little at a time. I learned to play the music, cue up the records, yes, old 45’s and 33 1/3 LP’s, but it did happen. And then it was just the top ten, or twenty, over and over again as the radio station dictated and I obeyed.
But I got better. And there were dozens of radio stations in dozens of cities, but I got better and better.
Tonight, listening to an ‘oldies station’ (they weren’t oldies to me), I heard, “Good Vibrations”, “I Want to Make It With You”, “Hitchin’ a Ride”, “Sweet City Woman”, “Never My Love”, and several more, memories long forgotten came flooding back to me.
I don’t remember the first time it happened, but playing a certain song, all of a sudden, I knew which song should follow, it had to, it just had to!
And it happened more often as I became aware that my knowledge of the vast array of songs and styles and tempo, and beat and key and expanded and like an epiphany, I suddenly had a library of music in my head and at my fingers tips.
There is a thing called, “Presence”, in the world of radio DJ Lingo, that comes about with a pair of very good earphones that block out all sounds and you hear only the sound of your own voice and the music you are playing. It can transport you to another world.
Simultaneously you are dealing with station breaks and commercials and weather and temperature announcements, all of which you control, and it become a matrixed puzzle that is delightful to assault and conquer and still keep the music flowing.
Sometimes I would, 'bundle' the commercials and/or choose short, fitting station Id's that fit the pattern I was in and it would and could go for a full half hour, on an hour and I would be hopelessly behind in commercial responsibilities, but the phones would ring and people would say things, like: "Oh, My God!", or just "Wow! What a program!" and hang up...but I knew what they meant. And sometimes a lovely lady would be waiting outside the studio after my shift. Sighs...such memories....
And tonight, for the first time in years, I felt again the heady remembrance of times gone by where I did indeed fulfill my dream and not only that, loved doing it.
It was one on the best things I ever did and no one I know…ever heard any of it.
Amicus…
A Confession, what it really means to be a DJ.
One of my fondest and wildest dreams as a gawkward, zit faced teenaged boy, was to one day play the music that played on the Jukebox at the ice cream Parlour where we hung out after school, that made everybody so happy and free and joyous. What a wonderful thing, I thought, to be able to give people this feeling.
“That’s what I want to do!” Was in my mind; with no possibility of fruition, but thas another story.
It took time, a lot of time and years, but it did happen, a little at a time. I learned to play the music, cue up the records, yes, old 45’s and 33 1/3 LP’s, but it did happen. And then it was just the top ten, or twenty, over and over again as the radio station dictated and I obeyed.
But I got better. And there were dozens of radio stations in dozens of cities, but I got better and better.
Tonight, listening to an ‘oldies station’ (they weren’t oldies to me), I heard, “Good Vibrations”, “I Want to Make It With You”, “Hitchin’ a Ride”, “Sweet City Woman”, “Never My Love”, and several more, memories long forgotten came flooding back to me.
I don’t remember the first time it happened, but playing a certain song, all of a sudden, I knew which song should follow, it had to, it just had to!
And it happened more often as I became aware that my knowledge of the vast array of songs and styles and tempo, and beat and key and expanded and like an epiphany, I suddenly had a library of music in my head and at my fingers tips.
There is a thing called, “Presence”, in the world of radio DJ Lingo, that comes about with a pair of very good earphones that block out all sounds and you hear only the sound of your own voice and the music you are playing. It can transport you to another world.
Simultaneously you are dealing with station breaks and commercials and weather and temperature announcements, all of which you control, and it become a matrixed puzzle that is delightful to assault and conquer and still keep the music flowing.
Sometimes I would, 'bundle' the commercials and/or choose short, fitting station Id's that fit the pattern I was in and it would and could go for a full half hour, on an hour and I would be hopelessly behind in commercial responsibilities, but the phones would ring and people would say things, like: "Oh, My God!", or just "Wow! What a program!" and hang up...but I knew what they meant. And sometimes a lovely lady would be waiting outside the studio after my shift. Sighs...such memories....
And tonight, for the first time in years, I felt again the heady remembrance of times gone by where I did indeed fulfill my dream and not only that, loved doing it.
It was one on the best things I ever did and no one I know…ever heard any of it.
Amicus…
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