Friday, December 16, 2011

It's Not Sci-Fi; It's Radio! by Steve Provizer



SP
You see this object?
JP
Yea.
SP
Recognize it?
JP
Vaguely familiar.
SP
It’s called a radio.
JP
Ra-di-o.
SP
Yea, it’s a device that lets you listen to different kinds of sounds.
JP
Oh, an mp3 player. Looks like an ipod with a really clever skin.
SP
It's different. You don’t have to put anything into this thing to make stuff come out of it.
JP
No downloading? Where does the sound come from?
SP
You just turn it on, like this: 
[RADIO SFX FADE UP AND UNDER] 
and the sounds coming through the air are caught and brought into the radio by this metal rod.
JP
Oh, you’re just screwin’ me around. Stop it.
SP
Gospel truth.
JP
What about those other gizmos?
SP
They're called tuning dials. All you have to do is turn them and different kinds of music pops out. You can even hear people talking-live.
JP
Talking about what?
SP
Politics, sports, Hollywood, the weather, weight loss pills.
JP
Is it interactive? Can I text them if I want to comment on something?
SP
More than that, big guy, you can actually call in to their studios and then YOUR voice would come out of this little box too.
JP
Sounds impossible.  These things must be just for the military, right? 
SP
No, regular people are allowed to use them. They're a little hard to find, but I might be able to hook you up.
JP
Must cost a fortune.
SP
You might well believe that, my friend, but you can get one of these things for the cost of a bag of munchkins.

And once you buy one, that’s it. You never have to pay another red cent.
JP
No set-up charges?
SP
No.
JP
No rental fees?
SP
Absolutely not. 
JP
It’s all a little overwhelming.
SP
Technology can be that way, my friend.
JP
Well, put me down for one of these babies, cause I want to be on the cutting edge.
SP
That’s my man.
JP
Ra-di-o, you say.
SP
Yea. Imagine the possibilities.
[RADIO SFX FADE IN AND OUT]

3 comments:

rob chalfen said...

totally tubular, dude!

Steve Provizer said...

Sometimes a guy can't see DeForest for de trees.

breadmaker said...

nice, orson welles all over again