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yonkstur
Guest
As many of you know, I have shared my
success on my book "A Radio Story/We
Wish You Well In Your Future Endeavors"
with this board. All along I have appreciated
your support as well as your indulgence in
my postings on this matter.
It is in that spirit that I share with you
a recent foray by an old print/radio guy into
TV. In the Hazleton area there is a very
successful local oriented entity called WLYN
TV 35. They do on TV what local radio used
to do.
They have this show called Your Life with
Mari Yanuzzi and Richie Molinaro. It is a
local half hour show on styles, music and
local happenings. I was invited to be a guest
on the show to talk about the book. Now I have
done TV in the past and acquitted myself
pretty well. So this, I thought, was going to
be a piece of cake.
I was driven to the studio because after working
a full day, "my people" were concerned for my
ability to follow directions and get there in
one piece. Needless to say, I am early. I meet
the hosts of the show who are spectacular and
they tell me there will be at least a two hour
wait because they are taping 2 shows. I am welcome
to wait in the hallway. I take off my suit coat,
get comfortable and begin to wait my turn. There
is the usual hustle and bustle in the halls and I
have the pleasure of meeting an old WHLM hand Doug
Farley who tells me he's heard great things about the
book and heard my interview on the Sue Henry show
on WILK. He tells me he was impressed with my
smooth presentations skills. I thank him and I
wait. A lady approaches me in the hallway and
tells me she's a guest on the first show they are
taping. Tells me she's a rekei therapist. I nod
with a hint of glibness and think, "my God,
the bar here is pretty low if the first guest
is a rekei therapist." AHHHHH HUBRIS!!!!!!!!!
An hour and 45 minutes go by and I am starting
to get a chill. The hallway in a TV station at
night on the top of a very large hill is not the
warmest place to be. I start to nod off and
start to pop listerine strips in my mouth to stay
awake. It seems like this is going to take forever.
But hey, it's more than 15 minutes to promote my
book.
Finally, I am called into the studio. The rekei
therapist (who by the way killed!) waves goodbye
to me. I go on the set and am greeted by the
two co hosts who look better in person than they
do on TV. Mari looks like a supermodel and
Richie looks like Rod Stewart and here I come,
dumpy little fat old radio guy. I try not to
revert to the character in my book but its hard
not to. I sit in the chair and I am miked. I have
what appears to be a coherant conversation with
the co hosts. I am told I won't have 15 minutes but
"five really good minutes". Disappointed but still
grateful to be there, I start to do time
adjustments in my head on what I'll say. All of a
sudden, the warmth of the studio lights start to
bath me in a gentle aura of comfort. My chill has
abated and I lean back in the chair more relaxed
than I could've been had Geena Davis been massaging
my feet.
We're on the air and Richie Molinaro, knowing we are
pressed for time, asks me a multi tiered question. Now
any normal person would answer them part by part, but
not me. The warm lights, the relaxed mood, the softness
of the guest chair turns me into a blithering idiot. I
start to answer them in a stream of conciousness that
any religious person talking in tongues would envy. Both
have looks of terror on their face as I repeat my
previous answer and again make positively no sense at
all. I end this answer with of all things a meek
request to "do you think we can start all over with
this??" I can't believe I'm asking this, they can't
believe I am asking this. I am stinking up the joint
and then asking for a do-over on live to tape TV. I
can see the two hosts think I'm an idiot, man I think
I'm an idiot at this point. During the break, both
Mari and Richie are kind and say, "this is a little
local show where we have real people tell their stories".
And I'm thinking, "but I'm not a real idiot, I swear to
God I am not!!!!!!!" So the show ends and I go home
all the while slapping my forward on things I should
have, could have done. I essentially had a meltdown. A
meltdown on the mountain. I hope you don't mind me
sharing. I've told you the successes I've had, why not
share with you a stupendous failure.
Three more things: 1. The show airs Tuesday night, 530Pm
on Channel 21 Service Electric. If God is good, they
might black me out or there might be a power outage.
2. Richie and Mari promoted the heck out of the book.
3. I foresee no more authors of any kind being on
their show.
Yonkstur
success on my book "A Radio Story/We
Wish You Well In Your Future Endeavors"
with this board. All along I have appreciated
your support as well as your indulgence in
my postings on this matter.
It is in that spirit that I share with you
a recent foray by an old print/radio guy into
TV. In the Hazleton area there is a very
successful local oriented entity called WLYN
TV 35. They do on TV what local radio used
to do.
They have this show called Your Life with
Mari Yanuzzi and Richie Molinaro. It is a
local half hour show on styles, music and
local happenings. I was invited to be a guest
on the show to talk about the book. Now I have
done TV in the past and acquitted myself
pretty well. So this, I thought, was going to
be a piece of cake.
I was driven to the studio because after working
a full day, "my people" were concerned for my
ability to follow directions and get there in
one piece. Needless to say, I am early. I meet
the hosts of the show who are spectacular and
they tell me there will be at least a two hour
wait because they are taping 2 shows. I am welcome
to wait in the hallway. I take off my suit coat,
get comfortable and begin to wait my turn. There
is the usual hustle and bustle in the halls and I
have the pleasure of meeting an old WHLM hand Doug
Farley who tells me he's heard great things about the
book and heard my interview on the Sue Henry show
on WILK. He tells me he was impressed with my
smooth presentations skills. I thank him and I
wait. A lady approaches me in the hallway and
tells me she's a guest on the first show they are
taping. Tells me she's a rekei therapist. I nod
with a hint of glibness and think, "my God,
the bar here is pretty low if the first guest
is a rekei therapist." AHHHHH HUBRIS!!!!!!!!!
An hour and 45 minutes go by and I am starting
to get a chill. The hallway in a TV station at
night on the top of a very large hill is not the
warmest place to be. I start to nod off and
start to pop listerine strips in my mouth to stay
awake. It seems like this is going to take forever.
But hey, it's more than 15 minutes to promote my
book.
Finally, I am called into the studio. The rekei
therapist (who by the way killed!) waves goodbye
to me. I go on the set and am greeted by the
two co hosts who look better in person than they
do on TV. Mari looks like a supermodel and
Richie looks like Rod Stewart and here I come,
dumpy little fat old radio guy. I try not to
revert to the character in my book but its hard
not to. I sit in the chair and I am miked. I have
what appears to be a coherant conversation with
the co hosts. I am told I won't have 15 minutes but
"five really good minutes". Disappointed but still
grateful to be there, I start to do time
adjustments in my head on what I'll say. All of a
sudden, the warmth of the studio lights start to
bath me in a gentle aura of comfort. My chill has
abated and I lean back in the chair more relaxed
than I could've been had Geena Davis been massaging
my feet.
We're on the air and Richie Molinaro, knowing we are
pressed for time, asks me a multi tiered question. Now
any normal person would answer them part by part, but
not me. The warm lights, the relaxed mood, the softness
of the guest chair turns me into a blithering idiot. I
start to answer them in a stream of conciousness that
any religious person talking in tongues would envy. Both
have looks of terror on their face as I repeat my
previous answer and again make positively no sense at
all. I end this answer with of all things a meek
request to "do you think we can start all over with
this??" I can't believe I'm asking this, they can't
believe I am asking this. I am stinking up the joint
and then asking for a do-over on live to tape TV. I
can see the two hosts think I'm an idiot, man I think
I'm an idiot at this point. During the break, both
Mari and Richie are kind and say, "this is a little
local show where we have real people tell their stories".
And I'm thinking, "but I'm not a real idiot, I swear to
God I am not!!!!!!!" So the show ends and I go home
all the while slapping my forward on things I should
have, could have done. I essentially had a meltdown. A
meltdown on the mountain. I hope you don't mind me
sharing. I've told you the successes I've had, why not
share with you a stupendous failure.
Three more things: 1. The show airs Tuesday night, 530Pm
on Channel 21 Service Electric. If God is good, they
might black me out or there might be a power outage.
2. Richie and Mari promoted the heck out of the book.
3. I foresee no more authors of any kind being on
their show.
Yonkstur