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Photo by Gail Harvey, no reproduction without permission
Little DJ When I was little, as in way younger than today, I spent a lot of time "playing dj" and aside from pretending to be Laura Ingalls Wilder, and becoming convinced Jesus had saved my sad soul, this was the most obsessive period of my childhood. Not only did I call in to the local radio station in Orillia to request Andy Gibb and BeeGees songs, I spent hours writing scripts for my "radio show" and planning play lists.
It will come as no surprise that my favourite TV show next to MASH was WKRP In Cincinnati. The former showed my child-self what war might look like as Vietnam wound down, and the latter echoed my passion for those late-night voices that drowned out everything else I didn't want to hear: reality.
Tonight I am plotting a playlist for a Halloween party, and instead of throwing 45s on a humble denim-covered turntable I adored, I am using the high-tech mastery of an iPod and a lap-top. A far cry from the little Peter Rabbit stencilled wooden desk and a dull pencil crayon. But music is still so huge in my heart that today, as we carved LOTS of pumpkins for an amazing bash we are happy to help host, I got the chance to hear my laboured-over mix on actual speakers. Thanks, S!
I still have an embarrassing cassette tape of myself screaming in what I guess I imagined was DJ-style, an intro for a KISS song, which I then played. Tonight, downloading Queen and assorted other wonderful tunes from a great era, and some new Motown-influenced stuff, I smiled. Never far from that little bunny-desk, even with silver hair:)
Without music, where would we be? If there was always music, there would be no need for speaking [paraphrase]. Indeed.
The leaves out here are so fine and mind-blowing as they turn and burn, I wish you could have seen what we are doing and where we are going [Bishop]....
Thanks from the heart to Umesh in Bangalore who restored the power of question marks to my laptop, which arrived programmed for French Canadians. I can see how Marnie Woodrow sounds Quebecois, but come on:) I can't very well finish a novel without question marks or semi-colons, now can I?????????????????????????????
Listening to: Stars, Simply Red; Queen: I want To Break Free: Happy Once-Birthday...
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