“the only thing I want to hear is that you love me still”
When Donna Summer sang it and you sang along, or discoed along, or both, wearing angel sleeves of silk voile even if you were Daniel Thurston who is forgiven and famous here regardless, you and she and he somehow knew you were singing about me this week in advance of my relentless radio replication.
On Tuesday night I was guest for the hour on “Into the Night” with Chris Wakefield, an affable host and affable artist who invades the lives of global citizens via air waves while slinging digits of pleasant sound from his outpost in North Dakota, as only places like North Dakota permit themselves to be so referred. We spoke of many things including the Thing who is my Mortal Enemy, Patti Digh. Friends tuned in; some of them listened. Afterward, one even offered up a marriage proposal most insincere. Should you be so inclined, you may listen here.
Today being another day entirely marks the radio debut of the pig. The guinea pig. The revered social media guinea pig who calls herself @LilPecan when that is who she is being. This very day is Radio Day. National Radio Day. And what better day than that day, or this, since that is what it is, for Pecan, as I shall insist on calling her, and Emma Devlin, the woman behind the genius social media brand that is Pecan, to talk with me on Women Are Not Funny Radio? Having adorableness and cuddliness in common, we shall talk about many things uncommon including a future for Emma that includes helping others plan for the future in a way that includes the inclusion of future material wealth. Should you be so inclined, you may listen here.
And the day will continue through what is known as the rest of the day without end and, with any luck at all will result in a dinner so delicious and juicy it has yet to be imagined or shopped for or prepared but will appear mysteriously nonetheless just prior to a juicy conversation with dynamic radio personality, Paul Lawrence Vann, whose internet radio show, The Wealthy Speaker, has a title that pre-supposes the patently obvious possibility that someone could be paid to talk and paid well or be a trust fund baby or stump one’s toe on a diamond or rob banks without capture or invent the skateboard or other possibilities less obvious and rarely spoken of. Without end. On the radio. On National Radio Day. Should you be so inclined, you may listen here.
