And let's get right into it, shall we? So if you grew up in the pre-internet dark cages, so to speak, the first voice that you would hear every morning on your way to work or to school or in the evening on your way back home, it wasn't a YouTuber or a podcaster.
It was a disc jockey, a DJ, serving up your favorite music out of your beat-up car stereo.
Sliding into your life like a long distance friend.
Who somehow knew exactly which heartfelt anthem that you needed in that moment.
And if you know, you know, like I always say.
And mine was Delilah.
Is
that really what you did with Delilah in the Morning Star?
Hers was way more professional.
I mean, I'm not a professional singer.
That
sounded pretty good.
Yes.
Big hair and big feelings.
Listeners would call in with these emotional equivalents to a house fire.
Something like, my boyfriend dumped me during ROM photos.
Or do we still use that? I do.
I do.
Just one stranger's voice and a leap of faith that she understood your story and would give you something perfect to listen to.
And then she would sprinkle in an emotional story of her own here and there.
But dating was another leap of faith and even clunkier experience because picture this.
You flip to the classifieds in the newspaper.
And let's get right into it, shall we? So if you grew up in the pre-internet dark cages, so to speak, the first voice that you would hear every morning on your way to work or to school or in the evening on your way back home, it wasn't a YouTuber or a podcaster.
It was a disc jockey, a DJ, serving up your favorite music out of your beat-up car stereo.
Sliding into your life like a long distance friend.
Who somehow knew exactly which heartfelt anthem that you needed in that moment.
And if you know, you know, like I always say.
And mine was Delilah.
Is
that really what you did with Delilah in the Morning Star?
Hers was way more professional.
I mean, I'm not a professional singer.
That
sounded pretty good.
Yes.
Big hair and big feelings.
Listeners would call in with these emotional equivalents to a house fire.
Something like, my boyfriend dumped me during ROM photos.
Or do we still use that? I do.
I do.
Just one stranger's voice and a leap of faith that she understood your story and would give you something perfect to listen to.
And then she would sprinkle in an emotional story of her own here and there.
But dating was another leap of faith and even clunkier experience because picture this.
You flip to the classifieds in the newspaper.
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