A note on the shows

Recently there has been a bit of controversy dealing with one of the stations I do a radio show on. Since then some of its former DJs have started a new station which I have been invited to do a show on as well. When they put my picture on their site, it seemed to re-stir that old, tired controversy.

So, let me make myself clear. I am committed to doing the LIVE show that I do now – without question. The only show that I plan on dropping is my Blog Talk Radio show –because the quality is so substandard to the other shows. (I also plan to continue doing my taped show.) On the week that the other station approached me, I was also approached by 2 other stations to do shows. As much as I wish I could do them all, I have come to realize that I have been spreading myself way too thin – and the stress of that has been wearing on me.

As the new station knows, I am waiting to see what my school schedule is like before I am able to do anything. And I’m ok with them using my picture until I know something, being the “camera ho” that I am. My manager, Chris, has suggested I just tape a show that people can pick up if they want – and yes, I know that means just doing a podcast. And I’m thinking about that option.

Basically, what I’m saying is this: I am so tired of “he said-she said.” And I know we are all better than this crap. There are people out there dealing with real problems – life and death shit – and we are worried about who is contributing to what website? Are you shitting me?

I can’t believe I have to once again tell this story – every 6 months I sit for 4 days with my dad who gets his “booster” treatment for lymphoma at the Cancer Center in Montgomery. It’s a big room with about 100 people at any given time getting chemo. I sit there and realize how lucky I am and how lucky my dad is – and how precious life is. If you all could sit there with me you would see old men in wheelchairs, young women losing their hair, all ages really – all races – all kinds of people, even kids. And they’re so pale and weak. And all they want is a chance to live – just a chance that this stuff that makes them puke and makes them lose their teeth will keep them alive just a little longer.

And we’re bitching and gossiping about websites that play music? Give me a fucking break.

So, as far as I’m concerned, this is over. It’s a non-issue. If you feel the need to discuss it still, even after what I’ve just said, then do it – but leave me out of it. Life is too short to worry about Jr. High shit and I am too tired and busy to hear it.

I love each and every one of you very, very much.

Annie