See if you can figure this out...
Why would somebody amass a collection of CD's of greatest hits of various rock bands who are played every freaking day on 3 different classic rock stations in the area?
This one dude at work [bless his heart, he is a nice guy] brings his boom box to work sometimes, and he brings these CD's because sometimes it's hard to find a good rock station...and every time I walk by his workstation, the CD--and I know it's a CD cos I can see it spinning--is on some song that you hear all the time on the radio. Now I know that place doesn't afford the best radio reception, but doesn't he get radio at home? If the CD's were solely for the purpose of duplicating a classic rock station's playlist when radio reception is unsatisfactory, I could see it. But Tesla's greatest hits? Van Halen's greatest hits? Lynyrd Skynyrd's greatest hits? I can hear all three of those albums in the space of 5 hours if I flip stations deftly enough.
So there's today's WTF: WTF is it with people going out and buying records composed solely of songs you could hear anywhere, virtually at any time, given half an hour's patience? Sure, maybe in 20 years, when Van Halen's being played on the oldies station and the playlist is so crammed full of stuff that the only thing they can fit on by Van Halen is "Jump," you might want the other hits because they're not played anymore, but by then we'll be using intracranial download chips or something, not CD's. Why pay for it when you can get it free?
And the flipside to this WTF: WTF is it with request programs on oldies radio? If you wanted to hear the song that bad, you've had 40 years to buy the goddamn record. If you're wondering why I say this right after I just got done saying "Why pay for it when you can get it free?", my reply is this: All right then. In that case, may I please buy you the snaggafraggin' record so I don't have to hear "Daydream Believer" for the seventy millionth time this week? Because while you're getting the song for free, by using the radio station as your personal one-song jukebox, you're inflicting froth-mouthed, bubblegum-pop-induced seizures on the poor souls who do not have the liberty of choosing the radio station and keeping it there.
I always thought radio request shows ought to be for stuff you couldn't find in a record store. Weird stuff, obscure stuff, stuff that you'd have to look for half an hour online to find. Something you couldn't hear anywhere else. Ray Stevens songs, maybe, or the kind of thing you'd hear on Dr. Demento or something. Or something you hadn't heard in years because radio just didn't play it anymore. Why the fuck would you call up a radio station and request the same damn songs they've been playing every day for the last 35 years?
Obviously, I don't have all the answers. All I know is that the only stations I can stand to listen to for more than a few minutes anymore are the college station, which plays jazz all night, and the classical station. Everything else is either shitkickin' rednecks, groaning mama's boys who don't know how to compose a song or play their instruments [despite their very best efforts to sound like Tool], distressingly vapid top 40, or the Eagles and George Thorogood--again.
Piss on it. I'm going to bed. But I will say this: if I see Frankie Lyman on the street, he's gonna be able to make a career comeback by the time I'm through with his ass. You don't shriek "She-e-EEEEEEEEeeerrreeeeee bayyyyaaaayyyybeeeeeee" out of a cheap radio speaker into a tired person's ear thirty-two thousand times and expect to get away with it forever. Karma just doesn't permit that kind of thing.
same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Thought for the day: You know how it is when you're really tired, and you...snsnzxxxxZZZXXXXZSNZXXZZXXZXZXZXZX
Posted by Frida Peeple at December 3, 2003 10:46 AM