{"id":3350,"date":"1999-08-06T21:20:38","date_gmt":"1999-08-07T02:20:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/?p=3350"},"modified":"1999-08-06T21:20:38","modified_gmt":"1999-08-07T02:20:38","slug":"blindsided","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/1999\/08\/06\/blindsided\/","title":{"rendered":"Blindsided"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>It&#8217;s a stunning realization\u2026\u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There are passions in life. For many people, those passions are fulfilled only in spare time, while the business of life continues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But for a lucky few, the passions can be the root of the business of life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve wanted to be a disc jockey since I was about eight years old. While everybody else was off watching television, I was listening to the radio. Besides, you can listen to the radio and play video games at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The first time I opened the microphone at the cheesy high school radio station, my heart was going a thousand beats a second. It&#8217;s a feeling which I wonder if I&#8217;ll ever match again. I enjoyed doing volunteer work there&#8211;learning the ropes. I even didn&#8217;t mind spending hours in a ninety degree, closet-sized production studio cutting senseless sweepers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had much the same feeling when I got my afternoon drive gig at the local community radio station. Sure, I was playing Michael Bolton and James Taylor (If I could hit them with one round\u2026.), but I enjoyed it. I was crestfallen when school forced me to curtail my hours on the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then the station was sold to the Evangelists. My last break on the air there was absolutely the hardest thing I&#8217;ve ever done&#8211;harder than losing relatives, harder than breaking up with my girlfriend of two years. But I did it. I even sounded okay\u2026\u2026.but I started bawling like a baby when I powered the transmitter down that night. I cried the entire way home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So I bounced around for awhile. A man without direction, basically. When I got the job at the television station, things were a bit better, but the feelings weren&#8217;t the same. I like television, but it doesn&#8217;t hold the same power as Mr. Marconi&#8217;s invention to me. Sure, I was kind of bummed out when I got laid off, but it was nothing like when I had to give up my radio gig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then I ran into my current boss\u2026..and got the job. The first time I went on the air here, I had many of the same feelings as I had the very first time. I still get butterflies the first time I flip on the microphone every night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But this isn&#8217;t what really suprises me&#8211;the nervousness keeps me sharp anyway. What suprises me is that I&#8217;m acutally getting paid to do it. There are people who actually think I&#8217;ve got some talent. People tell me I have a wonderful voice, even though I can&#8217;t stand to listen to my own air checks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I really can&#8217;t imagine doing anything else with my life now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sure, I&#8217;m alone most of the time, and my hours suck. Despite all that, I&#8217;m happy and amazed right now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a stunning realization\u2026\u2026. There are passions in life. For many people, those passions are fulfilled only in spare time, while the business of life continues. But for a lucky few, the passions can be the root of the business of life. I&#8217;ve wanted to be a disc jockey since I was about eight years [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3350","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-misc"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3350","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3350"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3350\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3350"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3350"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3350"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}