Tonight I was working late and happened to tune into #ds106radio with Cole Camplese and Alan “Cogdog” Levine. (Side note: I can’t explain it with justice; just go read up on Digital Storytelling and ds106 Radio yourself. For I digress.) Five minutes in and I was awash with radio memories from oh so many years ago. Turntables. Mics. Mixing board. Feedback. Dead air. PSA carts. Heavy, medium, and light rotation. Morning segments where we’d just sit and converse between songs. Forgetting to turn the other person’s mic on. Forgetting to turn your own mic off before saying something stupid when you thought the coast was clear. Music played from vinyl. Shelves full of albums. And I don’t mean playing songs as they appear on some specifically generated list, but grabbing albums from the stacks for choice tunes to play during the course of a show. Finding your favorites, or classic treasures you’d forgotten about, to incorporate into the rotation. Putting the needle down on the vinyl, finding the first note and rotating the disk a quarter turn back, and that feeling of awesomeness when you had the perfect fade in, fade out transition between songs.
High school, college, and clubs. Radio was my youth. DJing was when I was cool. Possibly the only time of my life.
It was amazingly freeing.
So for a couple of hours this evening, I listened in on some friends — 3 growlers, 2 guys, and 1 girl with a bottle of wine — as they enjoyed being in the moment. Mixing it up with music, twitter, discussions of education technology, and laughter. (We might have been a little more professional, but not much.) Tonight I relived a virtual mashup of my youth, my passion, my music, and my life. Thanks to you all for that. It was a delight.
Broadcast. Growlercast. Growler radio.