The last YTAA Show of 2024 broadcast on 12-31-2024 is up on the YTAA Mixcloud page! Please give the show a listen and share it with all of your friends. The first time you sit behind the mic and hear that low hum of the studio, you realize it’s a weird kind of experience. You’re not broadcasting a war, no, you’re not even sending out a weather report; you’re sending out your heartbeat. You’re putting yourself on the line, with nothing but an inch-thick foam divider and a sliding board full of dials between you and the abyss of total silence, the void of being utterly ignored. But that’s the thing. Even when you feel apart and separated from others, you’re not really alone.

There’s something visceral about radio. Yeah, even in 2024. It’s a love affair with anonymity after a fashion — you’re sending out these fragments of yourself, these half-thoughts, barely strung together sentences (I try, I actually am trying for something snappy and catchy), hoping someone, anyone, will hear. But even when no one’s listening, it doesn’t matter. You can say the weirdest stuff. You can be as loud as you want, or as quiet as you need to be in that moment. It’s like a secret between you and the speakers on the other side of the room. Who knows if anyone’s tuned in? Does it matter? Perhaps, it doesn’t matter. You’ve got the mic, and in this space, it’s yours even if it is only for three hours. You’re not just DJing songs; you’re performing the act of being. Becoming.

And there’s a rhythm to it, a pulse you can feel in your chest. The songs bleed into each other, and you start talking, almost without thinking, like an out-of-body experience. You riff, you ramble, you may talk about everything and nothing — akin to late-night rants, whispered secrets, some tale of life in the margins. It’s punk, it’s soul, it’s funk, it’s rock ‘n’ roll, and if you’re doing it right, it’s all on the edge of disaster, waiting to fly off the rails at any moment. And that’s the magic. You could screw it up. You probably will. But that’s what makes it real. In an increasingly overproduced, AI-scam-laden world, radio may be messy but that is what creates some of the joy in doing it.

Well, folks, here we are at the end of 2024, and I gotta say—thank you for sticking with me through the weirdness, the noise, and the absolute chaos that is Your Tuesday Afternoon Alternative. You could’ve been anywhere, listening to anything, but you chose to tune in to this mess of records, rants, and ramblings. Maybe you were searching for something new, or maybe you just wanted to escape the grind. Either way, I’m grateful for your ears, your time, and your madness. This isn’t just my show—it’s our show, so keep riding the wave, wherever it takes us in 2025.

See ya next Tuesday!