News anchor. Radio personality. Writer of dark stories and poems. User of incomplete sentences in lieu of comma-separated lists.
I’ve been in the broadcasting industry for longer than I care to admit, long enough to see that what it’s turning into is a completely different thing than what it was. No one knows yet if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I do believe radio will survive, but it won’t look like anything we expect. Content is still king.
I’ve been writing dark stories and poems since before I got into radio… so it’s interesting to note that I’ve had much more success in the broadcasting field than in the literary. Does this mean I should stop writing? No. My brain won’t let me.
In the meantime I get my jollies being the midday news anchor during the Bill Carroll Show on KFI. I'm a big Carroll fan, so this is juicy for me.
For fun I love good movies, good books and good television. And I love arguing about the definition of “good” when it comes to movies, books and television.
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This blog may contain profanity and/or material considered inappropriate. The views expressed in this blog are the opinions of the individual writer and do not necessarily reflect the views of KFI AM-640 and Clear Channel Radio.
A public memorial for TSA officer Gerardo Hernandez was held at the LA Memorial Sports Arena. (11/12/13)
9-11-2001. I was living with my girlfriend at the time. Her mom called from Florida and woke us up. I was still trying to sleep and heard half the conversation -- something about a plane hitting a building. My first conclusion: "It sounds like she's watching some movie or something."
But we turned on the TV shortly before 6 AM our time and slowly began to figure out something horrible had happened. We were wondering what kind of terrible breakdown at air traffic control had occurred to let a plane fly into the World Trade Center when we saw the second plane hit, and all of a sudden we were living in a different country.
The crash of that second jet was the herald of an alternate universe every American had suddenly slipped into. From that exact moment the flag looked different in some subtle way. Politics changed. Neighbors acted differently, some choosing to become closer and more caring, others becoming paranoid and suspicious of anyone who looked vaguely middle eastern. But nothing was the same. That second impact was the indelible marker between what we were before and what we are now.