It’s nearly April and the Bradford pears are in bloom. In normal times, that would mean that we’d be heading to Jammin Java in about a week’s time to hear our friends, the Nields, play their it’s-spring-break-in-New-England-so-time-to-visit-the-Grandparent’s-in-VA annual show. Of course, this is not normal times.

Instead, I’m sitting here in my kitchen watching Nerissa, and Katryna (and Dave) play to an audience on Facebook. I’m grateful I still get to hear and see them.

Nerissa said she’s working on a new song, called “When I Was a DJ”. Just so happens that at one point in my life, I was a DJ…this song is true.

When I was a DJ, I was tall and blonde

And when I was a DJ, everyone loved my song

They adored my lilting voice 

And my witticism interspersed

And tuned in every Tuesday to hear my thematic verse

When I was a DJ, they asked if they could see me,

If they could come to the studio door?

And I said that if I looked like I sounded

Wouldn’t you think I’d be on TV?

When I was a DJ, every Monday night 

I’d write out my playlist, I wanted it right

I picked A sides and B sides and then in the morn

I’d come in the studio and a new show’d be born

No two were the same, 

Two for Tuesday in northeastern Ohio

No two were ever the same…

When I was a DJ I was Queen Bee

Stories to tell and no one to see

the signal barely extended beyond the campus walls

That didn’t really bother me

Cause when I was a DJ, 

I was blonde and tall…