The art & death of radio.

I started teaching myself to draw in 2011 due to a deep depression over the slow & agonizing death of my radio career. Meds weren't working what I needed was a creative outlet that could replace the ones that I used to have on air. So I picked up a pencil, sat on the floor and just started drawing.  I had no technical skills & so just drew my gutwrenching vision of staggering grief of how devastating it was to be silenced.

My art has saved me over past 9 years.

Today I was thinking about, not the loss of my radio career, but more beautifully how it. all began a lifetime ago. So I started drawing a portrait of Bon Jovi.

Bon Jovi are how I came into radio. I had a crush on a boy who loved.... no I mean LOVED them and I thought if I was the girl on the radio playing their music that he would HAVE to love me too.

Hello it's science.

I stalked the radio station for 6 damn months that is how determined I was to win that boy's heart. I eventually wore them down & got the job. My boss told me years later the only reason he hired me was because I was SO ANNOYING that he realized if he just gave me the job and stuck me in overnight shift he would never have to see me again.

This was a win-win for me because being in overnights meant no one else was in the building and I could invite cute kissable boy up and we would make out all night long to Bon Jovi of course. This was back when we still played vinyl and my mom knew when he was at the station because the record would run out and you would just hear the gentle SKT SKT SKT of the needle at the end of the record but when you're kissing the boy of your dreams the music is still playing in your head. To this day Bon Jovi is the soundtrack to some of the most beautiful kisses I ever knew.