Not Dark Yet Part 3
A few weeks went by with no calls. Then, on a particularly bitter February evening the studio line blinked again. Dan picked it up.
“I need you to play “Better Things” by the Kinks.”
“No more folkie Dylan crap huh?”
“I’m past that.”
Dan scrolled through the library on his laptop. “I’m not sure we have that one. How about “Waterloo Sunset”?”
“You have it. Go in the record library”
“I’ve got in on screen right now”
“Not the goddamn computer thing. The record library. It’s a room. With records. In the back of the station behind the lounge.”
Dan had rarely ventured in there. Who needed physical artifacts when you could download anything you wanted to here? Some of the DJ’s who had shows that specialized in older recordings or wanted to do some old-style DJ scratching and mixing used the stuff in the library but most of the staff just played audio files. You could put together a whole set, click once and not have to worry about doing a damn thing for an hour. Made it easy to get class work done while you were on the air.
“How do you know where it is?”
“I used to have a show there when I was in school years ago.”
“Well, you used your education wisely. A newsstand owner. That’s quite a coup in the 21st century.”
“It’s a living. The Kinks are under K, which is between J and L in case you’re not used to having to use the alphabet instead of clicking on some header to sort stuff”.
“Got that, thanks”
Dan hung up the phone and considered whether he should bother playing the request. The cranky old bastard never did anything for him. Dan got his news off the Internet and didn’t smoke or chew gum or read magazines. He’d never even been in the guy’s newsstand. Didn’t even know what he looked like. Still, it appealed to his ego to have a listener.
Concluded in part 4
“I need you to play “Better Things” by the Kinks.”
“No more folkie Dylan crap huh?”
“I’m past that.”
Dan scrolled through the library on his laptop. “I’m not sure we have that one. How about “Waterloo Sunset”?”
“You have it. Go in the record library”
“I’ve got in on screen right now”
“Not the goddamn computer thing. The record library. It’s a room. With records. In the back of the station behind the lounge.”
Dan had rarely ventured in there. Who needed physical artifacts when you could download anything you wanted to here? Some of the DJ’s who had shows that specialized in older recordings or wanted to do some old-style DJ scratching and mixing used the stuff in the library but most of the staff just played audio files. You could put together a whole set, click once and not have to worry about doing a damn thing for an hour. Made it easy to get class work done while you were on the air.
“How do you know where it is?”
“I used to have a show there when I was in school years ago.”
“Well, you used your education wisely. A newsstand owner. That’s quite a coup in the 21st century.”
“It’s a living. The Kinks are under K, which is between J and L in case you’re not used to having to use the alphabet instead of clicking on some header to sort stuff”.
“Got that, thanks”
Dan hung up the phone and considered whether he should bother playing the request. The cranky old bastard never did anything for him. Dan got his news off the Internet and didn’t smoke or chew gum or read magazines. He’d never even been in the guy’s newsstand. Didn’t even know what he looked like. Still, it appealed to his ego to have a listener.
Concluded in part 4
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