Are you
familiar with the song by that name? A friend had no idea what I was talking
about the other day.
MTV
premiered with this one hit wonder in 1981. Did we have MTV at my house? No. To
this day my parents do not have cable. No satellite. Just broadcast TV. They
did upgrade to a digital set a few years ago. Given the current trend to “cut
the cord” … and a cost-benefit analysis of paid television service … I’m not
sure I’d recommend otherwise.
A lack
of cable in the 1980s could result in one being considered uncool. Or just
rural. I remember watching MTV at random get-togethers and slumber parties at friends’
houses. We’d buy vinyl albums of the artists we really liked and play them on
our parents’ big ol’ stereo consoles. Some of which also played 8-track tapes.
“Video
Killed the Radio Star” represents change to me. Changing times. Changing
technology. The dawn of an era. An era that at this point has kind of gone
away.
So.
Last week I was on the radio. Internet radio. Talk about changing times and
technology and eras.
My
friend Sue has been connected with Final Flight Radio for some time. The show
recently went online-only but has been around in a broadcast format for
decades. They play classic Christian rock. I’m talking Stryper and Petra,
people. Get excited! There’s a good variety, and the second hour includes newer
selections. We are told that back in the day Rich Mullins liked to stop by the
station when he was in town. His favorite thing was to read the weather report.
Sounds about right.
Sue
reached out to Final Flight a few weeks ago to gauge their interest in helping
promote “Brennan”. To our delight, they enthusiastically jumped on board. They
have been promoting the movie for several weeks, and they will be at the April 30 screening in Pickerington, Ohio.
They
also scheduled an interview with Sue last week. Being that we work together
with Color Green Films, I was invited to tag along. I said ahead of time I wasn’t
sure if they were putting a mic in front of me or if I was just in charge of
spreading sunshine and grace. Didn’t matter to me either way.
I met
Sue at her house and rode along to the in-home studio at an
undisclosed location in central Ohio. If you’ve ever heard of any of our “ragadventures”,
navigating – and I use that term loosely – through the mountains of western
Pennsylvania for example, you might not be surprised by some of the happenings
along the way to the studio. I speak only hypothetically of course, but it’s
possible that while navigating – again a loose term – through several turns and
winding subdivision streets … it is possible that the following conversation
was had:
“I don’t
want to alarm you, but do you realize you just blew a stop sign back there?”
“Really?”
“Yeah.
I checked for traffic. I would have screamed if any cars were coming.”
Not the stop sign we blew. But this is my pic. Excuse me, allegedly blew.
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We
arrived safely and on time and unscathed. Dinner was first, with a lovely and
fun group of people. Then on to the show and Sue’s interview. And then they put
a mic in front of me.
My view in the studio.
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I’m
really happy with how the interview turned out. You can catch it here. It will
be on a continuous loop at the web site this week, and if you download the app you
can listen to archived shows on demand. (I’ve downloaded the app, and I like
it.) Look for the first hour of the 4/9/16 program.
P.S.
Yours truly may be responsible for the dc Talk selection.
It was
largely a Ragamuffin-themed weekend. In addition to the radio show … and the insanity
that is my life right now … home reno, don’t even get me started … I did some
movie promo around town ... and then …
Sunday
I met up with friends for dinner and a “Brennan” screening. We almost were late
for the start of the movie. Reason one … we were ministering to our server, who
was awesome and good at his job, by the way. Reason two … um, well … we sort of
dead reckoned our way to the church.
J
A legal
(!!!) u-turn by multiple vehicles may have been involved. It was a most
interesting parade. Poor Nigel, my hot British GPS dude, was feeling a little
out of sorts as it was, but I might need to whip up some tea and crumpets to
apologize for the trauma. At least – praise Jesus – the skies did not open up
until after we safely arrived. Travel home on a dark and stormy night was, um,
interesting, but everyone arrived home safely.
The
dawn of a new era. It happens all the time. Good. Bad. Indifferent.
Well, we had high hopes
for the weeping cherry. And then it snowed.
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I'd tell Reading Angel to keep looking up, but she might get snow in her eyes.
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For more thoughts on Video, Radio, and
Stars from my writing partners, see Sue Bowles at bebold7.wordpress.com and
Leisa Herren at life4inga.blogspot.com.
Bright
lights swing across the road
But
no one seems to know
Just
where I'll put my feet down next
Brown
eyes, come with me tonight
You
could be my Bonnie
And
I will be your Clyde
I
know who I am, my dear
I'm
a wanted man
The
world I see looks good from here
Right
from where I stand
Together
we could disappear
I'm
a wanted man
So
come and get me
You
know we are so alive
That
even if they kill us
We
would never die
I
know who I am, my dear
I'm
a wanted man
The
world I see looks good from here
Right
from where I stand
Together
we could disappear
I'm
a wanted man
So
come and get me
Hey,
hey, I am on the run
Because
of what I've done
My
mistakes are stacked a mile high
I
know who I am, my dear
I'm
a wanted man
The
world I see looks good right here
Right
from where I stand
Together
we could disappear
Cause
I'm a wanted man
I
know who I am my dear
I'm
a wanted man
So
come and get me
~ NEEDTOBREATHE’s “Wanted Man”
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