The one thing I really miss in New York, is the radio. No, not the top 40's, not Ryan Seacrest, definitely not any rap songs that refer to body parts as candy....I miss Delilah (and not the same one the Plain White T's miss, that song had to go F up her name.) Every night when I'd drive home from dance when I was a teenager, I tuned in to Delilah, she was like my radio mother. Then, when I moved to L.A. I settled for any late night talk show, where their voices sound like butter, the words are perfectly picked and placed on sentimental callers. And just like a doctor prescribes a pill and designates the ailment, the radio show host prescribes- a song. The effort someone puts forth to pick the song, had the patience to "tune in", write the letter and stay on hold has a sort of old time romance about it.
I've tried calling in before. Usually with no plan of what I'm gong to say or who I'd want to dedicate a song to but with hope that when they answered I'd gush out years of untapped "thank you's", apologies, misplaced gratitude and "I am changed because of you" sentiments. I'd open the floodgates, and literally pour out every time I wish I would've been a better (enter any role here), I'd gush every word that wanted to tell someone how I felt about them but I couldn't because my fear or pride got in the way. I'd call "just cause", since sometimes those are the calls people need the most.
I would unlock a fountain that contains all of the times I forgot to give my parents a card on their anniversary, or when I wanted to bawl in my car to a Celine Dion song when I was "losing my way" but I wasn't listening to the right tune. The DJ's voice, just like a therapist, would put lightness towards a situation I'd let grow beyond myself into something more than it was. I would pour out every emotion that could easily be mended by melodies. I'm sure that a lot of those emotions would involve unrequited love and pent up heartbreak that I've tried convincing myself I'm "over". Maybe if I'd gotten through as "devoted listener and caller #5" and dedicated "Make you feel my love" he would've understood. As clever as I can be with words, I don't feel like there's anything as powerful as music.
Had I ever gotten through; I would had Charlotte Martin sing "Everytime it rains" to everyone that stumbles and thinks they'll never be able to get dust themselves off, who forgets that "rain" isn't always a bad thing. Instead of using my own words I'd have Coldplay narrate what I really meant. Denvendra Banhart "I feel like a child" would have been the theme song to all of my "play dates" which I take often. Since I'm too much of a coward, Jason Mraz would sing, "If it kills me" to the person I think I'm perfect for, but he has no clue. I'd want my Dad to rock out to "Sky High" by Kanye West and my Ma to "Meaning" by Gavin Degraw. And when I meet my next "someone" he has to be just like the man India Arie wrote about in, "The Truth."
So dear listener, who would you like to dedicate a song to today?