***Disclaimer: I tend to obsess about things sometimes,
that are not that big of a deal.
This may qualify as one of those times.
that are not that big of a deal.
This may qualify as one of those times.
10 years.
That is how long I've listened to the morning show
on 101.9 "The End".
Of course,
Back then it was 107.5 "The End",
and it was Chunga and Marcus.
Then Marcus was ridiculous, and got himself fired.
Mister took up residence,
and "The Chunga and Mister Show" was born.
Every morning, Every Morning,
I faithfully listened.
It became an important part of starting my day.
Two of my favorite moments:
6:00am,
Alarm goes off,
I wake up to
Chunga's Daily Affirmation.
Go Ahead. Give it a listen.
Uncontrollable laughter followed.
At 6:00am.
Almost 3 years ago, at 7:00am, I was in labor.
Lauren was on her way,
and we were flying to the hospital.
I had never been in real labor.
Audrey was induced, drugs followed shortly after,
and I was in pain-free birthing bliss.
This time, and I'm grateful for the experience,
Lauren came on her own.
And it was indescribable,
burning,
searing,
pain.
And...the whole car ride to the hospital,
I was laughing at the Stupid News, with Chunga and Mister.
I still remember thinking,
"If you can get a girl in full labor to laugh,
when she's in the worst pain she's ever experienced in her life,
you've got something good."
And, I was grateful they did.
Over the last few years, children have made sleep a priority,
and morning shows were not. But, if I was up early,
I was tuned in. When I tuned in last Wednesday, and found
the show was gone, to say I was a little bummed,
would be an understatement. It seems corporate America
has turned our radio experience into a DJ-free, human-free
machine. And, it seems a tragedy to me. We don't even get
"one last show" to say goodbye? I'll never understand how
they work, and frankly I don't want to.
So...here's my goodbye:
Farewell Chunga, Mister, Casey, Cort.
You will be missed.
(even though I know some of you have been gone for a while now.)
Great talent is fleeting,
Mediocrity is invading.
One day we'll tell our children what a DJ was,
before computer announcer voices,
Nickleback, and Ja Rule
took over the radio.
Thanks for taking me along on your ride.
P.S. Adam and I officially decided today that when things get stabilized financially for us, we're signing up for satellite radio. Take that!
That is how long I've listened to the morning show
on 101.9 "The End".
Of course,
Back then it was 107.5 "The End",
and it was Chunga and Marcus.
Then Marcus was ridiculous, and got himself fired.
Mister took up residence,
and "The Chunga and Mister Show" was born.
Every morning, Every Morning,
I faithfully listened.
It became an important part of starting my day.
Two of my favorite moments:
6:00am,
Alarm goes off,
I wake up to
Chunga's Daily Affirmation.
Go Ahead. Give it a listen.
Uncontrollable laughter followed.
At 6:00am.
Almost 3 years ago, at 7:00am, I was in labor.
Lauren was on her way,
and we were flying to the hospital.
I had never been in real labor.
Audrey was induced, drugs followed shortly after,
and I was in pain-free birthing bliss.
This time, and I'm grateful for the experience,
Lauren came on her own.
And it was indescribable,
burning,
searing,
pain.
And...the whole car ride to the hospital,
I was laughing at the Stupid News, with Chunga and Mister.
I still remember thinking,
"If you can get a girl in full labor to laugh,
when she's in the worst pain she's ever experienced in her life,
you've got something good."
And, I was grateful they did.
Over the last few years, children have made sleep a priority,
and morning shows were not. But, if I was up early,
I was tuned in. When I tuned in last Wednesday, and found
the show was gone, to say I was a little bummed,
would be an understatement. It seems corporate America
has turned our radio experience into a DJ-free, human-free
machine. And, it seems a tragedy to me. We don't even get
"one last show" to say goodbye? I'll never understand how
they work, and frankly I don't want to.
So...here's my goodbye:
Farewell Chunga, Mister, Casey, Cort.
You will be missed.
(even though I know some of you have been gone for a while now.)
Great talent is fleeting,
Mediocrity is invading.
One day we'll tell our children what a DJ was,
before computer announcer voices,
Nickleback, and Ja Rule
took over the radio.
Thanks for taking me along on your ride.
P.S. Adam and I officially decided today that when things get stabilized financially for us, we're signing up for satellite radio. Take that!
