There are times when nighttime jazz radio is truly a joy. Much of this has to do with the jazz deejays. Their voices are preternaturally calm, their delivery rhythmic but a little off. This is the way you talk when you've survived some overwhelming catastrophe and haven't seen another living human since. You practice speaking to others, try to reassure yourself that you'll get a chance to do so. Soon, you hope.
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I know what you mean by the sheer comfort in hearing the mellifluous tones of jazz deejays in between selections from their playlists. As a piece ends we experience a state of subdued but intense anticipation for the remarks to follow.
Your analogy is a good one.
Well, it's something I like. Increasingly radio broadcasters are cutting out deejays or marginalizing them. And when present some can be annoying. But they can be good presences.
Thank you. Glad you liked it. :)
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