Oh hear me holler and hear me roar

The rest of the week, I’m quiet.

Oh sure, I talk a lot at work.  That’s most of what I do some days. But get me to the show and my real voice opens right up. Not that it means I yammer incessantly on air, although some of you think that I do.  Most of my voice is heard though what I play.

Back in the olden days of Bubbles in the Think Tank when I was still on the Original (I’m still “with” it as far as I’m concerned), I told lots of stories.  I won’t lie…they weren’t all based in total fact, but all reflected reality, just not always mine.  But it gave me a chance to find my voice, although I often have a tendency to lose it.  Literally and figuratively.

These days, doing the show in a co-host-less and caller-free world, I find myself telling my stories one track at a time, cobbling a narrative that not everyone hears.  Sometimes not even me.

Or do I just need to start hollerin’?

A special thanks to long-time friend of the show, Marc Edward Heuck, for his fab remembrance of Malcolm McLaren from his site, http://projectorhasbeendrinking.blogspot.com.  It’s good to have him back in the posse!