One of the more interesting aspects of a broadcast station is of course the tantalizing glimpse of the backside of
I've been to several television stations and have seen my share of news sets, and I've watched sitcoms with TV news people and their offices, but I've never seen a news set in an actual office. Just think about that the next time you watch Channel 4's newscast. It's coming to you live from somewhere between Sales and HR.
Anyway. Not to remove the luster or nothin from the illusion.
The radio broadcast was just as radio broadcasts should be, with a nice and unadorned booth with almost enough headphones for us and one guy with about eight arms working the MCR. We even met Dan Rea's cocker spaniel, who hangs out during his 8 pm-midnight talk slot. I was identified pre-show as the guy who'd done college radio, which made me feel very self-conscious later on when I didn't quite feel like my broadcast best. The voice, she just warn't thar, but all turned out very well.
After the show we went to the Soldiers Field Road IHOP and talked shop while a brawl broke out next to us. The police had to intervene. Someone's weave got yanked out. Our food was kind of late as a result. Always an adventure over there.
TOMES OF TERROR III opens tomorrow night, and if you haven't gotten your reservations in yet, you may be stuck outside listening through an open door, you freeloader you. My Baby Snooks cast is a great ensemble, I'm very proud of the comedy they've created, and I'm confident that we have a great opener on our hands here. The other two acts are very strong as well and you will like all three, I'm pretty sure of it.
Publicity for Tomes III has been amazing. We got on 'BZ, we got a full back page article in the Boston Glob, and the Phoenix named us one of this week's picks. I do hope we have enough room for everybody.
Which then brings us to our most ambitious undertaking yet. I'm gonna hafta talk about it tomorrow. I'm too tired to write anymore. I shall type no more forever. (Tonight, at least.)