copyright permission.

i really hate talking on the phone. i mean, really hate it. i generally only talk to my mom and sister, everyone else knows to just text me if they need me. so you can only imagine how much i was dreading making a call to a musician who has been previously mentioned in this blog.

if you didn't know, i run an online radio station at a college and we decided to make a sampler cd to give away as a marketing strategy. well, this requires a LOT of leg work since you have to get copyright permission to use songs (even just clips of songs!) from every artist on the sampler. so i got my butt in gear and starting texting and emailing every artist we play on the radio. i got a text back from said artist asking me to call him so i could explain the sampler in more detail.

okay....

so monday rolled around and i'm sitting in my office really not wanting to make that call. i finished everything that i needed to do for the day and worked on some things that really didn't matter if they got done or not trying to avoid making this phone call. just the thought of calling him awoke the butterflies in my stomach. finally, i bit the bullet and picked up the phone. four rings later his voicemail picked up and his gravely, incredible voice invited me to leave a message. i left what i hope was a calm and collected message asking him to call me back. i sincerely hope he didn't pick up on the "i love you and think you're pretty" that surely could be read between the lines of my message.

two minutes later he called back.

my insides lurched and i was instantly sweaty (instantly, it was gross) as i picked up the phone and said "hi, this is sara."
we had a lovely chat, he granted me permission to use his song on the sampler and said he would send up his new ep once it's finished in mid-april.
we hung up and i realized that mr. toops had managed to raise the bar, yet again, for all other boys...and just maybe talking on the phone isn't so bad.

xo

can't take it back on live radio.

so i work for a radio station, right? we're a small, online, Christian station that is mostly "staffed" with current students in the communication department of the college. we were finally able (as a radio station) to host a concert!

we brought in the love out loud "couch tour" and packed out the fireside room with students wanting to hear the electronic pop/dance band do it acoustic-style. the show was great, the crowd was great, and the event was labeled a success! my favorite part of the night, however, was the interview we did with the band on the radio about an hour before the show started.

they asked to bring down their chili since they had arrived late after getting stuck in traffic and we said it was fine as long as they didn't spill on the equipment. we got right into the interview talking about their upcoming album, cd release show and which bands each of them would want to put on a super tour. at some point dillon, the lead singer, was really getting into what he was saying and almost knocked his chili in his lap. now this would have been bad enough if he had ended up with a lapful of chili but then he proceeded to to say, "oh man, that almost landed in my crotch! can i say crotch on air?"

nope...you really shouldn't.

xo