I guess introductions are in order....

I'm going to start writing for a blog called PlaygroundDad.  So... I've got to do a little introduction.  Tell everyone who I am... why I'm here, etc.  There's a couple of ways you could go with introductions..... it could be a very detailed list of where you've been, where you've worked... almost like a resume.  Or... it could be a real personal list.... something that tends to focus more on the immaterial things.... the "life" stuff that has brought you to where you are now.. I prefer a different take on the introduction...

I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi.  I didn't have any rhythm... until one night I heard a song on the radio called, "Crazy Rhythm"... I loved it.  I decided to hitchhike to St. Louis to find out what it was.  I took a job as a gas station attendant, got my name tattooed on a motorcycle stunt woman's butt, and invented a device called the Opti-Grab.  But apparently, it caused people's eyes to cross, and Carl Reiner took a class action lawsuit on me and I lost everything.... except for this paddle-ball, ....and this thermos.

No really...

the name is Jeremy.  Friends call me JB.  I've got 2 daughters... one leaving in a little over a week to attend the University of California at Santa Cruz as a freshman.  (Go Slugs!)  The other is a freshman in high school.  Just got married again in June of this year.  Amazing woman with a wonderful 7 year old little boy.  I live in a 95 year old house in a little part of Sacramento called, "East Sac".

I've spent most of my adult life working in radio.  I've worked at radio stations in Sacramento, Stockton, Modesto..... and Albuquerque, New Mexico.  I've worked at everything from a very tiny AM station out of what used to be the third bedroom of a house... to a national radio network serving over 2 million listeners.

That was up until a couple of weeks ago.  I lost my job on Thursday, August 16th.  Just 6 days after my 41st birthday..... and less than 2 months after I got married.  Not the news I wanted on my birthday.... definitely not the news I wanted to break to my new bride.  I was certain that she didn't sign up for this kind of uncertainty.  Not this time around.  Not at 40 years old.

I was wrong.

I found her to be my most staunch supporter... my closest ally... more than I could ever ask any other human to be.  Nice to have after spending most of 30s not being able to trust anyone.

So... at 41, I enter a new phase of my life... I plan on building a career out of what used to be a hobby... DJing parties and weddings.  And... FINALLY.... getting my voice-over career started.  It will be a long slow road... but thank God for a wife who understands, supports.... and will kick my ass if I slack off.  In the spare time... I hope be able to contribute to a blog every week or so... and maybe even a podcast.  I've got a life full of characters I'd love to share with you.

I'd like to introduce you to me... JB... the rennesaice... the renazance... I guess I'm going to be one, I need to learn how to spell it.  Renaissance man.  Not to be confused with renaissance faire man.... that involves tights.