So many people are telling me to talk about things that are coming up for me on radio during my monologue. I think that’s a great idea, and I have been doing that around general topics. And a handful of my closest friends have been telling me to talk about the things I talk about with them on radio, which are not “general” topics, but very specific to me.
The argument I like to use, is that, me doing so, does not make for good radio. Everyone of them disagrees with this one. They say we are voyeurs or better yet a civilization who likes to live vicariously through each other and each other’s experiences. So I have tried the argument that it makes the show more about me when I am so about making the show about everyone else. I get some of the same answer but I also get, that the show is already about me in the sense that I am the one asking the questions of the interviewee, and the questions are filtered through me, my way of thinking, my way of asking, etc. Hard to argue that one.
Well, long story short, last night on our show, I tried it. I went to something personal, and told a personal story that I hadn’t thought about in years and consequently hadn’t shared with any of my friends and family. Well, as far as I am concerned, that was a mistake and I knew it just as I started to get into the story, because I felt a lump in my throat.
I had felt a lump many times before, how can I not with a show like “Life Changes With Filippo?” Once I had our guest Dr. Ken, do testing on me, on air, and asked me if I loved myself, and then proceeded to prove through kinesthetics that I didn’t. How can I not have a lump after that? I was “smart” enough to stop the testing right away. I didn’t want to cry on radio.
Well, last night, I was either not “smart” enough, I thought I could control it, or I was just to let go and let it be. And boy did it gush. There were, what seemed like a few minutes of silence and then it was inevitable, everyone knew. What’s this about, I was thinking? The story wasn’t even that traumatic. It even seemed uncalled for. But there it was.
For some reason it happened, and it had to happen, and there I was. Right away, our guest, Ilonka Harezi afterwards said some wonderful things explaining what this all may have been about and it kicked off the show nicely, ironically. Secondly, as soon as I got off the air, I got a flood of E-mails telling me it was the best show and that was yet another reason why I was loved, etc.
I don’t frankly understand it all, but I knew something like this would happen, and it did. I cried on radio. Now that’s done, on to other things.