Open letter to Ira Glass and other stories
Dear Ira Glass:
I love you.
Sincerely yours,
Alexa
so ira glass. that's him up there. he shook my hand and told alexa and i to keep control of the crazy audience. and that it was nice to meet me. have you ever had that feeling.... ok so my knees went weak. they literally did. i grabbed onto the trashcan (how classy) to stable myself while swooning.
he says that there is no better setting for a story than being in the dark. and i know that to be true. laying in bed with someone and telling them heartfelt tales of your life, there is nothing more revealing. i want that, i miss that. layers of voice and emotion and truth.
his talk was basically him describing how he made it to where he is now, how much he sucked at radio when he was younger, and he did the typical never-give-up speech, but in a unique ira way. umm. he did it like it was a real segment, he mixed pre-recorded stories with his own stories and amazing music as a background. he detailed to us how important music is to the story and when he did his little demo comparing a story with no musical backdrop to one that did have one the difference was so clear and amazing, it felt like he literally added this completely essential layer to the story. one of those things where you never realize how good it can be until you have it, and then you really can't go back to just plain talking.
(Credit to Riki because I totally just stole it from her.)
Yeah, you know what happened is that I actually stood staring at him as he was about to walk into the theater. To kill the awkwardness, he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. (As if I didn't know, gawsh.) I even got up the guts to ask him how he was even though that's most likely default from being an aisle head and saying hi to every one that walks in the door. ... I'm still proud damnit. Oh my god, and really giddy.
Oh, P.S. He used two iPods to play his music and quotes! And he gave people dollar bills when he forgot to turn them off and they made a big thumping noises.
I love you.
Sincerely yours,
Alexa
so ira glass. that's him up there. he shook my hand and told alexa and i to keep control of the crazy audience. and that it was nice to meet me. have you ever had that feeling.... ok so my knees went weak. they literally did. i grabbed onto the trashcan (how classy) to stable myself while swooning.
he says that there is no better setting for a story than being in the dark. and i know that to be true. laying in bed with someone and telling them heartfelt tales of your life, there is nothing more revealing. i want that, i miss that. layers of voice and emotion and truth.
his talk was basically him describing how he made it to where he is now, how much he sucked at radio when he was younger, and he did the typical never-give-up speech, but in a unique ira way. umm. he did it like it was a real segment, he mixed pre-recorded stories with his own stories and amazing music as a background. he detailed to us how important music is to the story and when he did his little demo comparing a story with no musical backdrop to one that did have one the difference was so clear and amazing, it felt like he literally added this completely essential layer to the story. one of those things where you never realize how good it can be until you have it, and then you really can't go back to just plain talking.
(Credit to Riki because I totally just stole it from her.)
Yeah, you know what happened is that I actually stood staring at him as he was about to walk into the theater. To kill the awkwardness, he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. (As if I didn't know, gawsh.) I even got up the guts to ask him how he was even though that's most likely default from being an aisle head and saying hi to every one that walks in the door. ... I'm still proud damnit. Oh my god, and really giddy.
Oh, P.S. He used two iPods to play his music and quotes! And he gave people dollar bills when he forgot to turn them off and they made a big thumping noises.