Mornings with the Loser...
Since our dear Miss Knight wants to hear a story about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen...
Of course that would entail me telling you all of part of my past. A part that would also entail me revealing a bit about my psyche and how I was much more timid in my youth when dealing with the beautiful of the fairer sex...
So I won't. ;)
No instead let's talk about radio morning shows and my dislike for them.
I don't know what it is about the morning and why radio stations insist on having two or three DJ's droning on and on when all a guy wants in a radio station is a good selection of music to wake up to.
It didn't used to be like that. I remember when I was younger radio stations actually played music. Spun records and the like. But then... someone somewhere got a great idea. Why pay someone to be a DJ when you could buy pre-taped radio programs from California or the other big markets? And so... programming changed.
From this... I got treated to people who I didn't know, and didn't have any idea where they were from, telling me about their local goings on and their favorite sexual positions. Nowhere in these drivelings was any type of music played and instead of waking up, found myself bored to death thinking how in the world could anyone call this crap passible for mornings. So I switched the station, but a peculiar thing happened. Pretty soon... I was deluged by more and more canned morning shows. The copycat patrol was in full swing...
I couldn't get away from them. Talking. More talking. Followed by even more talking.
I don't want talking on my FM radio dial! I want music... and the heavy stuff at that. Something to wake up to. Give me something to get my heart going after a few hours of slumber. Now if in between the songs, you have a DJ take a couple calls or joke with other radio jocks... it's a good thing. Make you smile a bit as you're putting on the socks, but no... I couldn't get anything like that.
One day... I'm watching local TV and they start advertising a new radio station breaking into the local market. So I decided to tune in one day while driving. Good music... just the kind I gravitate toward, so it quickly became my go-to station and I tuned my bedside clock-radio into it and woke up to the dulcet sounds of White Zombie and the occasional Slipknot when the alarm went off. But before too long... yup... you guessed it, a morning show began.
Dr. Nick Redbone took to the mic and mornings have never been the same since... but in a good way. You see... he's actually a real life local guy. Slightly younger than I am, but a child of the same influences that I grew up with. He started out just playing tunes and trying to find his way, but along the way, he came up with a "bit" on Fridays. "Your week in review" he called it and listeners text or email in and rated their week on a scale of one to five stars. It turned into a pretty big success. So from Fridays... more bits cropped up until now there's a new bit every day of the week. Not long... they last from 7 am until 9 or so because by then you're ready to move on and so is he. But it's fun. And something else happened as well...
Because he was going up against all the canned programs... he started dominating the morning ratings. Alas... but how can someone in the Southern Idaho market go anywhere or get more than just a small following? Enter technology...
Like most radio stations... they stream online. As a result... we get treated to texts and emails from all over the country, and to me that's really something. I guess it goes to show that there are more people than just me looking for that little bit of quality in the morning.
So if you're in the mood to sample a little bit of the good stuff... click right here. Who knows... perhaps some day, I'll hear a text from you asking Dr. Nick how much wood can a woodchuck chuck. If you do... tell him LL sent ya.
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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Since nobody even guessed last time... I'll give you an easy one. Well... it won't be easy for WOWie, but...
Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you folks
It's harder than it looks
Answer to last lyric: Sexy and I Know it by LMFAO. Ya bunch of losers...
Of course that would entail me telling you all of part of my past. A part that would also entail me revealing a bit about my psyche and how I was much more timid in my youth when dealing with the beautiful of the fairer sex...
So I won't. ;)
No instead let's talk about radio morning shows and my dislike for them.
I don't know what it is about the morning and why radio stations insist on having two or three DJ's droning on and on when all a guy wants in a radio station is a good selection of music to wake up to.
It didn't used to be like that. I remember when I was younger radio stations actually played music. Spun records and the like. But then... someone somewhere got a great idea. Why pay someone to be a DJ when you could buy pre-taped radio programs from California or the other big markets? And so... programming changed.
From this... I got treated to people who I didn't know, and didn't have any idea where they were from, telling me about their local goings on and their favorite sexual positions. Nowhere in these drivelings was any type of music played and instead of waking up, found myself bored to death thinking how in the world could anyone call this crap passible for mornings. So I switched the station, but a peculiar thing happened. Pretty soon... I was deluged by more and more canned morning shows. The copycat patrol was in full swing...
I couldn't get away from them. Talking. More talking. Followed by even more talking.
I don't want talking on my FM radio dial! I want music... and the heavy stuff at that. Something to wake up to. Give me something to get my heart going after a few hours of slumber. Now if in between the songs, you have a DJ take a couple calls or joke with other radio jocks... it's a good thing. Make you smile a bit as you're putting on the socks, but no... I couldn't get anything like that.
One day... I'm watching local TV and they start advertising a new radio station breaking into the local market. So I decided to tune in one day while driving. Good music... just the kind I gravitate toward, so it quickly became my go-to station and I tuned my bedside clock-radio into it and woke up to the dulcet sounds of White Zombie and the occasional Slipknot when the alarm went off. But before too long... yup... you guessed it, a morning show began.
Dr. Nick Redbone took to the mic and mornings have never been the same since... but in a good way. You see... he's actually a real life local guy. Slightly younger than I am, but a child of the same influences that I grew up with. He started out just playing tunes and trying to find his way, but along the way, he came up with a "bit" on Fridays. "Your week in review" he called it and listeners text or email in and rated their week on a scale of one to five stars. It turned into a pretty big success. So from Fridays... more bits cropped up until now there's a new bit every day of the week. Not long... they last from 7 am until 9 or so because by then you're ready to move on and so is he. But it's fun. And something else happened as well...
Because he was going up against all the canned programs... he started dominating the morning ratings. Alas... but how can someone in the Southern Idaho market go anywhere or get more than just a small following? Enter technology...
Like most radio stations... they stream online. As a result... we get treated to texts and emails from all over the country, and to me that's really something. I guess it goes to show that there are more people than just me looking for that little bit of quality in the morning.
So if you're in the mood to sample a little bit of the good stuff... click right here. Who knows... perhaps some day, I'll hear a text from you asking Dr. Nick how much wood can a woodchuck chuck. If you do... tell him LL sent ya.
***************************
Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Since nobody even guessed last time... I'll give you an easy one. Well... it won't be easy for WOWie, but...
Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you folks
It's harder than it looks
Answer to last lyric: Sexy and I Know it by LMFAO. Ya bunch of losers...
posted by LL at 11:29 PM
14 Comments:
I recall the first time our local station added Howard Stern. I woke up and this guy was talking and just woudln't shut up! I had no idea WTH was going on so I called the station, still half asleep and started bitching because their DJ wouldn't stop talking. The guy taking my message seemed amused. I stopped listening to that channel. We have another station that has a local guy. They tried to move that crew to Ohio but they hated it and so they moved back, but the show is still on the air over there. Mostly, people talking in the morning just get on my nerves. I'll have to deal with real people talking soon enough, I don't want to wake up to it.
Somehow... I knew you'd be on the right side of this one. ;)
WAY back in the day I dated a DJ from the local rock station (he also waited tables at the same place I did, which indicates how much dough DJs make). While he was there they were making the switch from DJ-selected music to pre-taped crap (think 'The River') and it was like half his soul was sucked out. Where's the fun in that? However, we did have a good time with the call-ins, which kept things lively enough in between crap tunes.
A music major AND you dated a DJ??? You wild woman! ;)
That story did NOT go where I was hoping. WTF LL?
What were you hoping for exactly? A recount of our last trist from my point of view?
Well, yes!
Really my dear...
A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell... and neither do I. ;)
Bwaak! Bwaak! Chicken! Cannot divulge the real you, eh? Should've known..
And you are soooo right! I googled the song, and it still doesn't ring a bell! But then, you no doubt will say "'Cuz your bell is done broke!" ...I am right about that, right?
Yes... yes you should have. ;)
And I know you wouldn't know the song even though you're the only one here that actually is of the right age to have been there when it first came out...
I'm sure you were country when country wasn't cool, standing by your man, when the race was on, and you were with all the other coal miner's daughters. :ewink:
LOL! You are really aging me! Coal Miner's daughter time? I'm not that old! She was born in 1935 mind you! Altho, sometimes I do feel that old these days! (and my proving I'm not a robor word? Agedice!...what's that say about me?)
Only bad things WOWie... only bad things.
I notice you didn't take issue with the other songs though... did ya! :P
I agree with PinTA because well, you know why. There is one DJ here that will play anything I want though. And its all music in the morning. Although I hate it when he slips a disco song in there and then texts me to laugh.
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