Crossed wires

If the rumors about Opie and Anthony’s return to commercial radio are true, then the bad boys of radio have come full circle. From outcasts — CBS banned them a little over a year ago — to conquering heroes, I read this as another sign of weakness in the subscriber based radio markets. If XM and Sirius are doing well, why license out sanitized versions of O&A to a willing bidder, unless the need for cash is so great that where it comes from is less important than what it says to the market place. Because when you’re drowning, no point worrying about sharks tearing off your swim trunks.

I’m a big O&A fan, loved their show when it was on commercial radio, and did not follow them to XM. But if they air again on FCC regulated radio, I’ll surely listen without signing up for the pay service. In fact, a “clean” version of O&A is a major disincentive to subscribing, as what was once free and available, is so once again.

Good for O&A. Hopefully they get two paydays from this — so far — rumored arrangment.

Another one down

The manuscript is on its way to New York. Join me in a brief good vibe transmission. And release that thought, and let go of outcome. Ahhhh. Much better. With any luck this is the last mention of the situation for the next few weeks.

Sorry the entries are short lately, but between the last minute preparations and the accreditation board meetings at school this week, I’m wiped by blogging time. Life gets normal again next week.

I need to sit down

Contacted the agent that the Wife’s colleague suggested; he requested the whole manuscript. Can I get a hell yeah? Thank you. Very good news for a Monday, indeed.

What I like about the agency:
1) International organization with offices in NYC and abroad.
2) Connections in movie business. Film rights are the only monies a book need not earn back in sales. Also the checks tend to be much larger than a first time novelist’s advance.
3) Proven track record in the industry.

Maybe I said this before, but when the Wife told me what agency this was initially, my jaw dropped; it’s the representation equivalent of Yale or Harvard. And God knows, the only time I touched the Ivy Leagues was while visiting friends who were students.

May as well aim big.

* Scurries off to replace the toner cartridge *