Evenings

I'm an odd duck on a good day. Friday evenings I listen to big band radio broadcasts and through the week I often listen to old radio plays.

Fridays are "wind down" evenings and I like big band music. I put it on and listen and go do other things. I imagine that's what my grandmother would have done. My mother might have been too young to stay up late and listen the the broadcasts.

The radio plays intrigue me for the same reason. It was before podcasts, but it's really just the same thing. I like the stories if they're told well and I pay attention to the Foley work (the sound effects). I can get drawn into a well told story (and bored as hell with the badly told ones).

I hope my writing is amongst the former, rather than the latter.

Good weekend all