I love that radio that truly shows the essence of storytelling. Storytelling is all about conflict, we heard this all through middle school. Conflict itself, physical or mental, is the most beautiful thing in the world to me. It’s flashes of real, raw feeling hidden weirdly among commonplace habits and facades. Cinema has taken the art of television even further, drawing people in with greater and greater conflicts between greater and greater bodies and groups. Radio does this too, like it or not. We’re all still human; nothing works so well at drawing us in than conflict. But radio takes conflict in as PART of it’s conflict. It is in no way the main course.
Here’s the beauty of radio. In every medium, we’re presented with Dick, Jane, Johann, and Din Jong as human beings in conflict. Television and cinema would exaggerate the conflict to no end. Conflict and turmoil are interesting. They’re guaranteed an audience. But radio is the one medium that focuses on the four. The people of radio see conflict as one part of these four peoples’ stories. And so we listen, because this is truly what we’re after. Radio gives us what we actually want. Not conflict itself, but the stories of people strong enough to come through conflict.
I’ve only become a part of radio in the past year, though it’s always been present in my life. I’d mix play-lists in my head, give commentary on the side of the playground while watching kickball games. My love of radio truly stems from my love of stories, and my utter failure at writing fiction stories. Radio is news and information told in a purely human voice. It’s addictive.
I keep “making stories” not of my own free will. My life would be far easier if I could walk around without watching and listening to wee children, go to university without wondering what the person next to me is thinking, attend classes without personifying the numbers on the page. But that’s my life. I have an ending curiosity into everyone’s life, in all new circumstances. Because every circumstance is new to someone.