in the throws of switching cds, pressing buttons and sliding toggles on the soundboard, i glanced out the front window of the studio to see a soft collection of white flecks falling delicately on the roof of my car... although the flakes were wet and left barely a trace, it was reminiscent of the backdrop i often woke to in my ottawa days...
i've always loved a christmas that includes the white stuff... a fine dusting, or a healthy dropping of snow make the holidays satisfy the stereotype of how they're supposed to be... on the other hand -- i dread driving in winter weather and keep reminding myself that i unfortunately need to purchase snow tires... but there's something so calming about watching the little white particles swirl in the wind...
as 11:00 approached, i found myself wishing i had more time to play more tunes on the air... it could have been because of all the planned tracks i ran out of time for, or because i was simply enjoying the outdoor view...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
