Be careful what you wish for

I have always wanted to do a late night radio show and now I am. Midnight till morning every Friday and it is both the most exciting and most frustrating thing I have ever done. Exciting because the challenge of filling five and a half to six hours of airtime with content and music that is continually fresh and appealing is ongoing. Frustrating because right now I am starting out with nothing stock piled, and trying to produce bridges, stingers and promos while tracking down artist's for the art form section, even the simple fact that we don't have a proper production studio, well it's all stretching me a little thin at the moment.

And it will get better. I've ordered a broadcast quality digital recorder and directional mic for field work, I've got my basic "it happens Friday" promos produced and the bridgrers and stingers will come, I'm auditioning music and effects libraries which will make that simpler. And after last week's show I know what to do when the server goes down and takes the station off the air (well at the time I slammed on a CD and went back to the old fashioned way until I got tech on the phone to talk me through a reboot so we only had about 35 seconds "dead air")so as long as we don't have total power failure I can keep us running!

This week I need to work out the marketing campaign for the print guys so we can let people know we are going live at night on Fridays and next week I head to NY to pick up music and any equipment that will make things more efficient. And shoes. I want to buy a pair of sexy shoes, at least pretty summer sandals because they are so hard to come by in barbados and i am so tired of flip flops!

Anyway, for this week I have some poetry lined up, a commentary on the pottery course I will finish this Wednesday and people seem to like the snapshot reviews of the new DVD's in the rental shops so I will make that a permanent (!) feature. Just have to find about 100 different songs to play, old & new happy and blue. Jeez i am stressed! Times like this I don't like being single 'cause there's no one to stroke my head and say 'honey, I know you can do this'. Heck, I know I can do this, but even if I wrap my arms around myself it just doesn't match the incredible support a good man can give you when you are feeling little and helpless inside.