MY GOOD FRIEND CHRIS SCHEETZ TELLS A GREAT STORY
MY JANUARY 23 COLUMN ON THE MAGIC OF RADIO
In all honesty, I didn’t want to be a newspaper reporter growing up.
Radio: that was what I where I wanted to be. Because the pure magic of radio didn’t just grab me. It hugged me, embraced me and introduced me to the endless journey of the theatre of the mind.
It was a little black and silver transistor radio with the small hole on the side near the bottom to plug in an earphone. I turned on one Saturday morning when I was eight.
The first song I heard? Jay and The Americans. This Magic Moment.
That was it — my anthem, if you will — of what comes out of speakers, still today.
Human voices, thoughtfully selected music and a sound effect — only to be sparingly used, you understand — can produce powerful images.
No high-end technology is required. Nor batteries. Just an imagination and a creative mind’s eye are the only production materials needed.
I discovered in elementary school I enjoyed writing. Storytelling became, and still is, fun and engaging.
Music also was making a significant impact in my life.
I didn’t want to be behind the microphone. On-air isn’t my bag. I wanted to write scripts, suggest music selections and sound effects. NAIT had a radio and television arts program and I enrolled in 1977.
It was great. I made lifetime friends, had thousands of laughs and learned how to write for radio.
The good Lord, though, had different ideas for me.
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from TED: The Power of Radio