Life as a DVR

I’ve often thought, over the years, that I wish life had a rewind button. You could pick a spot, rewind to that point, and then get a do over.

A time or two I’ve also wanted a fast forward button.

These days, I’m looking for the Pause or, at least, the slow motion button.

There’s a lot going on right now with my dad being sick, my mom struggling with dementia, work being slow, and more. And as I write this, we’re waiting to get test results back from the doctor for my youngest grandson…and praying everything is ok.

So last night as I was rocking Mary to sleep – I kept looking at her, all tiny & happy & smelling clean just from the bath. And I wished I could pause this moment in time for her. She’s innocent, healthy, thinks the world revolves around the 3 of us, and is full of laughter and good humor. But I know that ahead of her (us), inevitably, is heartbreak, pain and tears.

It’s not that I am a naysayer or negative person. I just know how life is…and one day she’s going to fall down and get hurt. And another child is going to say something cruel to her. And she’s going to sit on the bench while the other kids play. And worse.

But for right now, she doesn’t know all that is ahead. And she’s not worried about my dad or my mom or my business or Noah.

I guess that is what mom and dads are for. We get to do the worrying and help make sure our kids need or want as few ‘rewinds’ as possible. Some we can help them avoid. Some our out of our control.

Published in:  on August 24, 2009 at 4:08 am Comments (2)

Waiting.

Julie and I went to hear John Waller in concert last night. He’s best known for his single “While I’m Waiting”, which was used in the movie FIREPROOF. I saw the movie and remember liking the song. But, as is often the case, it’s the story behind the song that is better yet.

John had tried for over a dozen years to get a record deal in the Christian music industry. He got close several times but kept getting turned down by the record labels. About 6 years ago, he gave up on the lifelong dream and moved to Colorado where he worked as music pastor at a church. He kept writing but changed the focus of his material to songs of ‘declaration’. The church financed a recording of his songs, and Mark Hall of Casting Crowns volunteered to send one of them to his record label. John thought his break had arrived. Six months later, he realized it hadn’t and he asked the Lord to remove the lifelong desire of writing & performing so he could get on with his life.

While struggling with his disappointment and years of frustration, a friend suggested he write a song about waiting since ‘everybody can relate to that’. John reluctantly sat down with his guitar and the song “While I’m Waiting” spilled out in ten minutes. It found its way to the producers of FIREPROOF who liked it so much they built an entire sequence around it and used the whole song in the movie. The movie became the #1 independent theatrical release of 2008, and 4 million people heard John’s song and testimony.

I am really, really bad at waiting. To my detriment. When I make up my mind, I want to do it. Now.

When I feel I am supposed to be somewhere or doing something with my life – and it doesn’t happen quickly, I become frustrated and that often leads to me getting out front and doing it on my own…rather than waiting and letting God deal with it on His terms and timing. You think I’d learn…

Hearing the story behind the song – and where John Waller was when he wrote it really changed my perspective on the song. And hopefully my perspective of what I am to do while I am waiting.

Published in:  on August 16, 2009 at 3:36 am Leave a Comment

Violated.

It sounds stupid to say I feel violated, but I do.

I was wrapping up a long day at work, and loading my car with all the gear I would need Sunday afternoon for a commercial shoot. I opened up the trunk & side door of my car, and loaded up the camera, tripod, some cables, sand bags, and few other items. I went back in the office to get a couple of lights, but since we had just used them for a studio shoot they were still on stands so I had to break them down and wrap the cables. When I went back out to the car – I noticed the camera was no longer in my trunk.

I stared at the empty spot where it had been for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what I thought I was experiencing. No way. I rummaged through the car 3 or 4 times looking for the camera case. Then I went back into the office and looked around. No way! I went back to the car, looked again, and then ran out to the sidewalk to see if I could see anybody walking away or watching me. Way.

Some low life walked into the driveway of my office and stole a fairly new high definition television camera from my car. Just like that.

I’m a mild-mannered, calm, pacifist, middle-aged Christian. But I seriously would have hurt somebody right at that moment. And now, it’s the next morning, and I think I still could.

The Milford Police Department sent an officer within minutes – and he was very nice, though there was little he could do except write down the specifics and put out a call on his radio to the other police on duty to be on the lookout for a black camera case with blue trim. He suggested I keep an eye on eBay, Craigslist, and the local pawn shops and call him if I see it show up.

The thing that really ticks me off is probably going to sound like a self-serving pity party…but I will say it anyway: I was wrapping up a crazy, 12 hour day…and loading the car for a Sunday shoot. I rarely work on Sunday but a client needed a spot delivered by Wednesday morning at 9 am so it can air on a specific network at a specific time…and shooting it on Sunday is the only way I could make it happen. I was minding my own business, on my own property, working hard and doing my thing…and some low life who probably doesn’t have a job or care to have a job feels like he can take something that isn’t his with no remorse.

He didn’t consider how many hours I had to work to pay for that camera. He didn’t care that I use that camera as the mainstay of my business–and I have only one of them. He didn’t care about me or my family or my clients. I’ll avoid the inclination to veer off into a critique of our welfare society and use this as an analogy of how some people feel other people should work hard and share their rewards with others who don’t work hard.

Right now I am ticked. (Can you tell?) I didn’t sleep much last night and I woke up with a headache. I pray my insurance covers the theft of this camera – and hope I can get a new camera immediately so I can continue fulfilling obligations to my clients.

Meantime…I feel violated.

Published in:  on August 15, 2009 at 4:17 am Leave a Comment

Tenth Avenue North

A couple of weeks ago, I won a little contest on Twitter. Corey Murphy (AKA Corey Franklin) offered a pair of concert tickets to the first person to tweet him and I was the first. He was opening for a band called Tenth Avenue North in a little church between Selbyville and Fenwick Island, DE – and since we don’t get out much these days, Julie and I booked Jessica, our favorite babysitter, and headed out. We knew Corey…but weren’t familiar with Tenth Avenue North. I had heard of them, and read somewhere that they won the New Artist of the Year Dove Award (Christian music’s version of the Grammy’s) earlier this year.

We had a hard time finding the church and walked in just as Corey was starting to sing – and as always, he was great. I looked around at the crowd I estimated at about 150, and the average age was about 17. I definitely pushed the demographics. Tenth Avenue North was introduced and as they walked up the aisle, I noticed they also seemed to be pretty young. The lead singer welcomed everybody as he put on his guitar, and warned us that they were a rock band, and they were there to play some rock. Which was fine by me, even though I was the gray haired old guy sitting in the back. Bring it on, I thought.

And boy did they bring it on.

Ten seconds into their first song, I knew these guys had something. And halfway through the first song, I knew I was buying their CD (which I rarely do). Tenth Avenue North was performing with a substitute bass player (their regular bass player was in a wedding), and the lead singer was recovering from the flu and couldn’t hit the higher register. But it didn’t matter. These guys were fantastic. Their songs were incredibly well written. The band was tight, the harmonies good, the arrangements creative, and when the lead singer talked…he actually had something to say. Not just normal Christian rock band pablum and platitudes. In fact, I told Julie I enjoyed them a lot more than Casting Crowns, who we had seen a week before at the Wicomico Civic Center.

The bad thing about new bands is they only have about ten songs in their arsenal – so the concert ended too early for me. On the way out, I gladly plopped down ten bucks for a CD (I would have paid $20, guys) and we listened to the band the whole way home.

Also on the way home, Julie pulled out her iPhone and did a Google search for Tenth Avenue North. About two miles from home, I learned the guys in the band met at Palm Beach Atlantic University in West Palm Beach, FL…where my youngest son Nick recently graduated. (A couple of the band guys lived at Tenth Avenue North in Palm Beach) And when I tweeted that I had just heard them, Nick tweeted back that he was friends with Mike, the lead singer, and the band used to lead worship at the church where Nick ran sound and did video. Small world. And it made me like them even better.

So, here for your viewing pleasure, is Dove award-winning, friend-of-Nick, Bill’s favorite new group Tenth Avenue North:

Published in:  on August 12, 2009 at 3:50 pm Leave a Comment

Daddy, What If?

I don’t like Country Music. I also don’t like Leisure Suits. So the following video had two strikes before I hit PLAY. But, man…I love this song. Go ahead, call me a sap. I admitted liking a Chick Flick (The Proposal) and this song in the same week.

Published in:  on July 28, 2009 at 11:43 am Leave a Comment

The U.S. Open

After watching the movie “The Bucket List” a couple of years ago, I jotted down a few things I’d like to do before I die. One of them was to see Tiger Woods play golf in person. I checked it off my list last Friday.

After watching Tiger’s epic win at the 2008 U.S. Open, I told a few of my golfing friends that we should try and get tickets to the 2009 Open since it was being held on Long Island, NY. One of those friends took my challenge, and joined me in submitting an entry in the ticket lottery. His name was picked, and he purchased 4 tickets to the practice rounds and the tournament. I bought a couple of those tickets from him…and set off for Bethpage State Park, and the famed Black Course last Thursday morning with my friend Andy Cannon.

We rolled out of Bridgeville at 5:45 am, and drove through rain most of the way, arriving at Jones Beach State Park at 10:15 am. Jones Beach is about half an hour from Bethpage, and was the official parking spot for everyone except VIP’s. We watched from the car as other people opened their umbrella’s and had them immediately fold up under the driving winds and rain. We pulled on our rain gear, decided to leave our umbrella’s folded, and slogged through the rain and mud to the bus boarding area, about 200 yards away. Once there, we went through security (similar to an airport) and boarded the buses to Bethpage Black.

As we pulled up to the golf course, we noticed hundreds of people quickly moving towards the bus stop – heading OUT of the course. So as soon as we got off our arriving bus, we confirmed that the play had, in fact, been suspended for the day and we boarded a bus back to Jones Beach. By now it was 11:30, and we were in NY in the middle of a driving rain with nothing to do. So after lunch at a New York diner, we decided to find a movie theater and watch Star Trek.

After the movie, we headed out to Port Jefferson Station, NY where we spent the night with my sister-in-law and brother-in-law…and prayed for good weather for Friday.

Friday dawned a bit foggy but no rain, and we got to the course a little after 8 am. We checked the Tee Times list, scoped out the layout of the course, and decided to grab a seat in the stands on the 18th green and watch the groups come through…figuring Tiger’s group would come by in about an hour. We ended up sitting on the front row – and it was fantastic. After about 15 minutes, an excited lady sat beside us, and told us her son was in the threesome that was approaching. His name was Ben Martin, and he was an Amateur…a student at Clemson…and at the time (very early on in play) was leading the U.S. Open at one under par. His mom was understandably beside herself.

After a few more groups…the stands were packed and we could see Tiger in the distance teeing off on the 18th. He hit is 2nd shot to the right of the green…and about 50 feet in front of where we were sitting. He ended up getting a bogey on the 18th, and was finished for the day. So…we were glad we got to see him when we did.

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After Tiger finished, the stands emptied and we decided to walk around and follow a few players and see the course. It turned out that the walk ways were ridiculously muddy, and apparently everybody else had the same idea we did. So we alternated between walking and watching…and sitting in the grandstands. One of the best viewing areas turned out to be the stands next to the 3rd tee. From there, we could see the guys approach and putt on the 2nd, and then they walked over and teed off on the Par 3 3rd about 30 feet in front of us. We were there when Phil Mickelson came through the first time to a standing ovation, and much support from the rowdy New York crowd.

We stayed through the conclusion of the first round – before deciding we wanted to beat the crowds to the buses, and started our long trek back to Delaware. It was my first professional golf tournament as a spectator (I have shot a couple PGA and LPGA events when I worked for Golfshots) and my first time seeing Tiger and Phil in person. And it was fantastic.

Even better was spending the rest of the weekend…and a little bit of this afternoon…watching the 3rd and 4th rounds on NBC. Lucas Glover ended up winning with Phil coming in 2nd (his 5th time to finish 2nd). Hats off to the USGA for running a great tournament under horrible weather conditions, and to NBC for its marathon coverage. After seeing the course in person…both of them deserve a lot of credit.

One more thing off my bucket list. Now…let’s go see the Space Shuttle launch in Florida.

Published in:  on June 22, 2009 at 7:12 pm Comments (2)

This is going to be interesting.

Next Monday, radio personality Don Geronimo will join local talk station WGMD-FM (92.7, Rehoboth Beach, DE) as its midday host. All signs point to a train wreck.

But not so fast.

I don’t personally know Don Geronimo (real name: Michael Sorce) but I have followed his career sporadically over the past decade. He is a year younger than me…but started working in radio at an astounding age of 13. He’s worked at some of the best radio stations in this country, and most recently was part of the Don & Mike Show…syndicated nationwide out of WJFK in Washington, DC. I listened in when I could…usually in small doses, and almost always when I was in the car alone, since I was afraid of what they would say when I had other people, including my kids, in the car. Don & Mike were laugh-out-loud funny. I suppose I was smack in the middle of their demographic – and they connected with me when talking about TV, pop culture, celebs, music, and so on. They were also shockingly crude. Don shared things on the radio that I wouldn’t talk about to my best friends. And I suspect he did it just to be shocking. Why else would they have their voice guy record a bumper that simply said “God Damn It. This is the Don & Mike Show.” I figured they did it because they could get away with it, though it never struck me as funny.

I always thought Mike O’Meara was the more talented and funny of the team. His impressions were dead-on and his wit was fast and furious. Plus he has a better voice. But yesterday, I was on a video shoot in DC and I tuned in Mike (who now hosts The Mike O’Meara Show on WJFK with former Don & Mike sidekicks Rob and Buzz) and it was flat out boring. I tried listening a few months ago, and was disappointed. Mike without Don was flat…and it made me think I hadn’t given Don fair shake in the partnership.

Don’s wife Freda was killed in a car accident in 2005. I always enjoyed the D&M Show when Don put Freda’s phone calls on the air. And I especially liked it when he talked about Ocean City – since it’s rare to hear a national show reference a local town. When Freda was killed on Route 90, it hit me very hard for some reason – even though I had never met her or Don. Don returned to radio a few weeks later, but spent a lot of time talking about retiring when his contract expired. And in March 2008 he did just that. He got remarried, and has since sold his home in the DC area and now lives full time in OC with his new wife Janet & dog Oscar (I follow him on Twitter, that’s how I know Janet and Oscar’s names!) Don’s contract with CBS (they own WJFK) prohibits him from working in radio in any market where CBS has a station. So after some time off, he went to work for WOCM in Ocean City…but left the station after only a month in an unfriendly parting of ways.

While at WJFK, Don would frequently berate the management of the radio station..and the Wigs at CBS. He does not suffer fools lightly. Especially if they operate radio stations. And he has already promised on his blog to dish some dirt on WOCM once he starts broadcasting from WGMD.

And that brings us to the potential train wreck.

Washington, DC is the 9th largest radio market in America with over 4,000,000 people. Salisbury-Ocean City (the rated market where WGMD doesn’t even have a blanket signal) is ranked 143rd with just over 300,000 people. Salisbury-Ocean City was traditionally the market where people learned the craft of radio while aspiring to work in markets the size of DC. And the differences go far beyond population.

This area is more conservative, religious, slow-moving, and less tolerant and open-minded than a major city. Don & Mike entertained with strippers, stories about masturbating and double entendre that was about as subtle as a hand grenade. I’m not exactly a prude but it was often more than I could handle – and I am trying to imagine how that is going to play in Sussex County. I’m thinking about the regular callers that I hear on Dan Gaffney’s show – and my mom & dad – and their friends…and I’m trying to imagine how Don’s brand of in-your-face-radio is going to play. And I see the train wreck.

Then I see Dan getting a flood of phone calls, and advertisers threatening to stop advertising (and WGMD is possibly the most advertiser-centric radio station I have ever seen) and I see Dan telling Don he has to tone it down; clean it up. And then I hear Don spending a large portion of his shift running down WGMD and our community because we are hicks and don’t get it. And I see a train wreck.

But something in my gut tells me this could be different. That maybe Don has changed – and this is exactly what he wants right now…and not just something to bide his time until the CBS non-compete expires. I sense Don has mellowed. Losing your best friend when she is young and healthy will certainly make you reevaluate your life. Leaving a high pressure job and taking a year off should help even the most wound-up individual decompress. And leaving the city and waking up every morning at the beach with a new wife & a fresh start can take the edge off the jadedness that accumulates after a career in the cut-throat entertainment business.

WGMD is a rare commodity in radio. Honestly, some of the things they do…like extended in-studio advertiser segments…drive me up the wall. It is horrible radio programming. But brilliant from a sales perspective. They are all about results for their advertisers…and disclaimer here: I am one. Albeit a small one. They have some decent talent – I think Dan Gaffney is one of the best communicator’s behind a mic anywhere – and some announcers who I think are probably in the wrong business. But despite that, I am what radio consultants call a P1 listener. That means the #1 preference preset button on my radio is set to 92.7.

I listen because WGMD epitomizes what radio is supposed to be. They are LOCAL, LOCAL, LOCAL…and they super-serve their community. If I miss a day or two without listening to WGMD, I feel out of touch. When I travel, I check their website every day or two to see what is happening. I frequent their advertisers whenever I can, and I recognize many of the regular callers even though we have never met and I wouldn’t know them if I ran into them at the supermarket. WGMD is one of the few stations in the country that is independently owned and operated. They don’t have the same pressures the larger groups have – and they are the better for it.

Perhaps this unpredictable hiring of Don Geronimo at small market WGMD is the perfect storm. It’s hard to tell how much of the Don Geronimo I know through his previous stints on the radio is the real Don (after all, it’s even a stage name). But what I DO know is that Don Geronimo understands radio like few broadcasters do these days. I also know that Dan Gaffney knows radio. Dan has the chops to be in a much larger market, but he has chosen to stay on Delmarva. Don has proven his chops, and left while on top – making big bucks and pulling in decent ratings. And he has chosen to live here too.

If Don Geronimo can bring his sharp humor and insight on this crazy world down a notch or two – and still communicate to us small-market radio listeners, he and WGMD just might have a happy future. The midday show is the cake of a shift…no 4am alarm clocks, breakfast with your wife, and home for dinner. And from all accounts, he doesn’t need the money..he just needs an outlet for his creativity.

I personally can’t wait to hear The Don Geronimo Show next Monday at 9 on WGMD…and I hope my friend Dan survives this gutsy move and everybody calls him a genius a year from now.

The potential for a train wreck is certainly there. But so is the opportunity for Don to once again enjoy radio for all the reasons he got into the business 37 years ago…and for all of us to enjoy some great radio on WGMD.

Published in:  on June 16, 2009 at 4:56 pm Comments (8)

Noah.

Take a minute to read this blog…and say a prayer for Noah. He is the son of a friend of a friend. I’ve never met Noah or his parents…but their story weighs very heavy on me…probably because I have a young daughter, and a young grandson also named Noah. And I know that but for the grace of God…

http://www.noahsroad.com/

Published in:  on June 2, 2009 at 9:07 am Leave a Comment

The Client.

If you in the creative business – graphic design, video, music production, etc – you are going to love & hate this video. They NAIL it. Thanks to my friend Barry Wiseman for the link.

Published in:  on May 27, 2009 at 12:16 pm Comments (1)

JD Souther

JD Souther is one of my favorite singer/songwriters. He was instrumental (pardon the pun) in the success of The Eagle’s, James Taylor, Jackson Browne and others…but never became a household name himself. I think he should have.

This video is JD with JT – and if you can find a song with better harmonies… post a link below.

Published in:  on May 25, 2009 at 2:29 am Leave a Comment