Publisher's Note: Happy New Year! Liar.

Publishers Note
Commentary by Scot Giambalvo

Happy New Year! Liar.

So, what’s your New Year’s resolution? Stop smoking? Lose weight? Be nicer? Be serious. I’d love to know the average number of days before 50% of New Year’s resolutions are broken. It’s probably about the same as the number of licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. Ah one, ah two, ah three... crunch!

I know, I know, I’m showing my age again.

But really, what kind of New Year’s resolution is realistic to make and keep? I think I’ve finally made one I can live with, and I thought that sharing it with you might help you do the same.

This year, 2001, my New Year’s resolution is to rediscover something from my past that made me feel really good and re-incorporate it into my current lifestyle. No, I’m not going back to being a Post Office janitor, although at times it seems quite attractive again. Interestingly, before my publishing career... before computers... I was a nightclub disc jockey. Way, way, way back in the ’80s.

I know, I know, and no the records weren’t 78s back then either.

Yet, I am constantly surrounded by music. If you worked in my office, and be glad you don’t, you’d hear people singing "I Got You Babe" out loud, in a proud, yeah I might do this at Karaoke night if I was drunk enough sort of way. While occasionally ’80s trivia, by way of my Technics turntable and a pretty generous library of (vinyl) singles, would erupt for a bit here and there. We’re an oddly musical bunch, for a newspaper crew. But I like it, and I think everyone here would agree that if MODE ever went under, we could successfully storm a local radio station and hold it hostage indefinitely, competently maintaining their ratings, (as long as it was a cheesy dance-oriented ’80s format, that is.) ;-)

Where am I going with this you ask?

Well, I think it’s time for me to re-enter the minions of deejays in Central PA. I’ve been toying with it for some time, but have been more afraid of severe, irreversible, permanently-damaging, embarrassment-based failure. But I really, really, really, enjoyed what I did, and was pretty good at it, so, who wants to start an ’80s night?

C’mon, if you’ve got the club, I’ve got the music, and the mouth to make it work. Anybody game? Just pick up the phone...

Alright. Enough of the gratuitous solicitation.
Enjoy.

Scot Giambalvo