The radio show is going to be IN THE STUDIO tomorrow!!! Woot woot!
We've been zooming from 3 locations into the station where the intrepid station manager then beamed us out to the universe and the greater Moscow Idaho metropolitan area. Since...um...like a really long time ago. The before times.
I looked it up: Sunday March 29, 2020. Re-opening to many in person shows June 21, 2020
Peace Radio, the show I am on with friends, was the last live show other than 3 people who kept the station going and were the only ones in the station for those many months.
Tomorrow, Peace Radio may be the first live DJ show, again, other than the three who kept the station going for many months...the first of the regular mortals...back on the air.
The official semi-reopening will be Monday but I begged for the dispensation to come in a day early and got it.
Very grateful to the station manager and others who worked through this and helped our show and others zoom in live, helped some develop and record shows remotely and send them in as sound files, and just simply kept the poop in a group.
I may miss doing the show from the shed and I know people will miss all the cocks...I mean my roosters crowing (there have been 3 over the 'rona times) in the back ground. Today the wild roses are in full bloom and the breeze out of the south is blowing it through my windows. That would be nice during the show, but the motorcycles and semi trucks blasting down the highway and blowing horns and blaring music won't be nice. Hence I end up shutting the windows anyway.
During 'rona I picked up an accidental side gig, got another phase of the house built, learned to combing yoga and jenga and twister (yengster? twonga? jisga?) in order to do yoga in the wee shed over zoom or off recorded sessions from the Moscow Yoga Center, off youtube or out of my head. I realized again JUST HOW CRAMPED it is here for yoga with a 34" inseam and seriously long arms, when I visited an aunt and really loved the boiler room for yoga. I could spread my arms out and not burn them on a stove or bust a knuckle of the loft ladder. In July, I can go back to the yoga studio once a week or so. That should be amazing too. I wonder if I can even DO yoga while suppressing toots anymore. When one yogas at home, one farts proudly. The class will be simulcast to those who prefer to stay home or need to, so the toots could be broadcast.
Things are open again here. I am aware they are not so open elsewhere. I hope this too shall pass for us all.
