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During my first week at ESPN, XM gave me a free radio and a trial subscription in the hopes that I’d write about ‘em. I didn’t. But I did use that tasty donation to tune in to baseball on the radio, and it has since been my medium of choice when I went to suffer through a Brewers game. (SEVEN GAMES IS NOT TOO SOON TO LOSE FAITH.)
Colleague-in-comedy Scott has long been a fan of radio (as far as I can tell), and often when we’re working he’ll fire up one of a handful of comedy shows. The best of the bunch is the Phil Hendrie Show, on which the eponymous host astonishingly juggles a handful of voices during a quasi-faux radio show. There are others. I don’t remember their names. They’re all stellar.
Last Saturday, I went to a performance of A Prairie Home Companion to watch my friend Connie and her singing partner Liz compete in a duet contest (they killed it), not really knowing what to expect from the rest of the show. My mind didn’t stand a chance against the blowing it received. It was one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen live. If you ever have a chance to go see the voice actors do their bits, and the musicians perform, and Keillor tell his stories, don’t pass it up. If I ever remembered to listen to anything on the radio other than Brewers games, I’d tune in each week. I’d also be less of an aural masochist.
This was a disjointed entry loosely themed around my growing reverence for radio.