Who do ya know whadda ya know?

Sometimes knowing your audience makes it a little difficult to entertain accordingly.  You feel yourself editing to spare feelings, or hide information you don't want certain people to know. 

Working on-air in Detroit was the first time in my radio career that my family, not to mention friends I’ve know since grade school, were in the market...and listening.

So when the douche bag morning guy slandered me on his show I took it much more personal then when I was in Cadillac or Akron, where no one really knew me. 

"My mom is listening” I’d whine to my program director.  (Tom O'Brien where are you?!!)  "I'm gonna kill him, I’m gonna spill his skanky little secrets!”

But I wouldn't.  I would want to.  I would instead call people and explain, “No, what Danny said wasn't true.”  He was just trolling for ratings using my reputation as bait. 

Knowing your audience can be good sometimes too, in an evil scientist sort of way. I was told once you shouldn’t use the airwaves for your own personal gain and amusement, but man it’s hard to resist. But that is another story for another day my pretties.

I digress....

So seriously, really WOW what a historic night it was Tuesday night.  No matter what your preferences, it really really was one heck of a chapter for the U. S of A.   I cried and cried and then I laughed and all the while I had a few cocktails.  And now we'll see what happens. We could not do any worse; I am confident we'll do better.

It's funny though, I've always been proud to be an American, but apparently alot of people weren’t' until last night.   Well, glad to hear they’re happy now and I hope we can all just get along, because suddenly a “new crop of bitters” has sprouted up and that’s just not good for business.  We’ve got things to do and places to go and I think this little country that could…. needs to grow up a bit.