Nothing on T.V

skymike · 06-23-2011, 07:44 AM

Originally Posted by saintfan

... When I was a kid you had the radio, and playlists were varied and usually the jocks had some discretion. They would actually flip the 45 over and see what was on the "B" side, and sometimes the "B" side was good. That doesn't happen anymore. Playlists are tight and jocks are drones with deep voices. Music 'consultants' that couldn't tell you the difference between a minor chord and an umbilical cord are in charge. ...

Are you in radio, SF? You know EXACTLY what is going on, just probably not to what extent.

Playlist? There's no playlist. There's a computer. The songs are programmed in, and your option is to push the button and play the next song on the screen. Then you read what the card says. Usually something about how many minutes of music you play, and how you
play more music and fewer talk and commercials, and say a bunch of crap
nobody cares about. Then you read the sponsor. That is all you do! God forbid you say something interesting or even funny.

Then you go back to surfing the net, because you're bored out of your mind. almost as bored as your listeners. They're either too poor for satellite or IPOD, or they're stuck at work with nothing but a radio. Dont say anything interesting. Dont play anything outside the "list." (and its a short one.)

You also nailed it on consultants. The thing that is killing FM radio is consultants. You're hiring accountants to creat ART. I cant balance
a checkbook. You shouldnt try to program radio. And that is the death
of radio. Most kids now dont even know what its supposed to sound like. Radio is the new vaudeville.

There are "aircheck" sites on the net, where you can listen, just to get a feel of what it used to be. Think of Good Morning Vietnam, when it pans around to bytes of Cronauer intro-ing songs, etc. You can even find airchecks of me online, which is kinda eerie, because I didnt record them. I dont know who did, or why.

HEY STRATO, dammit, I want to go to your gig, but I have a gig of my own friday night.

06-23-2011, 07:44 AM	#12
skymike E. Side Cholo Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: The Barrio, H-town Posts: 6,089	Originally Posted by saintfan ... When I was a kid you had the radio, and playlists were varied and usually the jocks had some discretion. They would actually flip the 45 over and see what was on the "B" side, and sometimes the "B" side was good. That doesn't happen anymore. Playlists are tight and jocks are drones with deep voices. Music 'consultants' that couldn't tell you the difference between a minor chord and an umbilical cord are in charge. ... Are you in radio, SF? You know EXACTLY what is going on, just probably not to what extent. Playlist? There's no playlist. There's a computer. The songs are programmed in, and your option is to push the button and play the next song on the screen. Then you read what the card says. Usually something about how many minutes of music you play, and how you play more music and fewer talk and commercials, and say a bunch of crap nobody cares about. Then you read the sponsor. That is all you do! God forbid you say something interesting or even funny. Then you go back to surfing the net, because you're bored out of your mind. almost as bored as your listeners. They're either too poor for satellite or IPOD, or they're stuck at work with nothing but a radio. Dont say anything interesting. Dont play anything outside the "list." (and its a short one.) You also nailed it on consultants. The thing that is killing FM radio is consultants. You're hiring accountants to creat ART. I cant balance a checkbook. You shouldnt try to program radio. And that is the death of radio. Most kids now dont even know what its supposed to sound like. Radio is the new vaudeville. There are "aircheck" sites on the net, where you can listen, just to get a feel of what it used to be. Think of Good Morning Vietnam, when it pans around to bytes of Cronauer intro-ing songs, etc. You can even find airchecks of me online, which is kinda eerie, because I didnt record them. I dont know who did, or why. HEY STRATO, dammit, I want to go to your gig, but I have a gig of my own friday night.