Radio's future is right here, Jack...

[prolixfootle]

In my continuing efforts to overcome my massively ingrained troglodytism, I went out after work. Well, perhaps ‘went out’ is too strong a concept… what I did was go to a remote that featured the local morning on-air personalities.

You see, Mr. Patrick made a vague reference this morning regarding a ‘career changing announcement’ to be made on Tuesday. Not being sure what exactly is going on (speculation is rife, running from retirement to format change to television offers), I thought I should seize the opportunity.

It turns out that, despite his rabid Republicanism, the man is extremely charming in person. And, to my further amazement, the venue (a car dealership) was relatively unencumbered by the writhing mobs of fanatics I had anticipated. Consequently, Mr. Patrick spent a very generous amount of time chatting with your truly. He had many too-kind things to say, for which I was mildly embarrassed (I have a horrible time accepting compliments of any kind) and not-so-secretly thrilled.

After a bit of waiting around (where I felt rather uncomfortably stalkerish), She Who Is The Greek Goddess Of Radio appeared, and I also got to chat with her for a bit, and was privy to a brief explanation of the inner workings of The Morning Show. They compliment each other so well – it’s no wonder the show is so popular here in the Rural Wastelands.

Yes, I am feeling particularly fan-boyish, thanyouverymuch. I got to meet some of the road crew, and, thanks to the overly generous nature of Mr. Patrick, made out like a bandit with the tchotchkes. AND an autographed picture!


Apparently I rock.

Finally, in a somewhat unprecedented event, this weekend marks the 26th year that Mr. Patrick has been at the helm of the Local Morning Program. Though it’s gone through numerous incarnations, he has always been at the wheel (which says a lot either about his tenacity or the masochistic tendencies of people here in the Rural Wastelands – I’m not sure which). So please join me in wishing him a festive broadcasting anniversary and hoping that he’ll be there for another twenty-six years.

OK… Enough of the raving fandom. I want to hear him sing ‘Itsy-bitsy, Teeny-Weenie, Double-Headed Little Baby” again. And bring on the midgets! Where’s Slow-Driving Interstate Amy when you need her?

Comments

[classytart.livejournal.com]

How old is he? I always imagined a silver fox kind of man on the radio for you.

[prolixfootle.livejournal.com]

Nah, he's only a couple of years older that I am - mid-forties.

[classytart.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I suppose I just don't think of you (and your peers, and some of my meat friends) as old enough to have been doing the same job for so long.

[nsingman.livejournal.com]

26 years seems like an incredible amount of time to hold any one job (though Momma Goddess, my beloved mother-in-law, just retired after over 40 years in the same job). That seems particularly true for a man who is only in his mid 40s (I'm 45, and have been at this job almost 11 years, which seems like quite a while to me).

[prolixfootle.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've been at the Middling Large Lumber Company for sixteen years, and that has been an eternity...