This is when I realized this column wasn’t going to be about my experience as a DJ for a day. I came up with the idea to take on someone’s job for a day, to throw myself into some unknown waters, then: Sink or swim and write about it. If I drown, I’ll have my notepad to resuscitate me. If I swim, cool. It’s all part of living the story in order to tell it. I have to feel a microphone in your hand to know what it’s like to talk into it, I have to wake while the sun is still in its REM cycle to appreciate what your local DJ does every morning, I have to live the life he does—if only for a day. Sometimes I find out something about myself, sometimes I find out something about others. But, sometimes, someone else becomes the story and those are the moments that make me smile a little more when I write the sentences.
The moment when I know I’m writing about someone who loves what they do as much as I love what I do. That’s truly living, whether it’s living the story or not.
[friday] editor/ Writer by heart, DJ for a day