{"version":1,"type":"rich","provider_name":"Libsyn","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.libsyn.com","height":90,"width":600,"title":"Radio Boy","description":"There's a tale radio people tell about why they got into radio. Does it apply to me? Well... -------- A story I\u2019ve heard about people in radio is that many of them share a similar childhood experience: They tried to get their parent\u2019s attention but their parents shushed them \u2013 told them to be quiet \u2013 they\u2019re trying to listen to the man on the radio. The children begin to think that whatever is coming through the radio speaker is more important than what they want to say and later, those children begin a career in radio to get their parents to listen to them. Is it true? I don\u2019t know. Regardless, when I heard the story, I had to assess if that\u2019s the reason I\u2019ve begun these commentaries and the business talk show I have on other stations across Alabama. My earliest memories of the radio are as a young boy of about ten. My father would wake me early in the morning on Saturdays in the winter and we\u2019d drive north out of Mobile for a hunting club in the small dirt-road town of Suggsville, Alabama deep in Clarke County. We left well before daylight and I lie across the bench seat in the old yellow Jeep Cherokee in my hunting clothes with my head on my father\u2019s leg trying to get back to sleep while he drove. This was long before using seatbelts was a thing. The radio dial was the only light in the car, and it shined in my eyes while the radio played country music. I remember hearing the piano in Crystal Gayle\u2019s song \u201cDon\u2019t It May My Brown Eyes Blue\u201d and thinking, \u201cWow. I really like that\u201d and I still really like it to this day. After that the memories jumble. I remember the Top 40 radio stations of the late seventies and eighties and one time as a pre-teen calling a station over and over again to request a song. When the DJ finally answered and I told him I wanted to hear - \u201cEmotions\u201d by the Bee Gees  and I\u2019m shocked that I can remember that \u2013 and he said \u201cWell\u2026It\u2019s playing right now.\u201d I had become so focused on dialing and redialing I stopped noticing what was playing. Alone in my bedroom, my face burned bright red in embarrassment and hoped that DJ couldn\u2019t ever figure out who I was. And I remember hearing Paul Harvey. There are over 3000 episodes of his The Rest of the Story. 3000! He did six per week, all about four minutes long. You can find his catalog online. Today when I listen, I hear that remarkable voice, that remarkable control in his delivery. His word choice, his inflections, his tone, his variations in speed to perfectly sculpt the story he was telling. Today I recognize those as the tools of his craft. Back then though, I just listened. Probably impatiently. Sitting in the car with my father or my mother in a parking lot somewhere in the middle of running an errand. \u201cMom\u201d or \u201cDad\u201d, I very likely said. \u201cCan we get out now? Can we go?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d they said. \u201cNot until this is over.\u201d And, here I am. I\u2019m Cam Marston and I\u2019m just trying to Keep It Real. Oh, and welcome to my new listeners with public radio station KXCR in Florence, Oregon. I\u2019m happy you\u2019re along for the ride. ","author_name":"Keepin' It Real with Cam Marston","author_url":"https:\/\/cammarston.com\/keepin-it-real-with-cam-marston\/","html":"