Ever
since Howard Stern left terrestrial radio for dead, ever since video killed the
radio star, FM music radio has been on the decline. The 8-track, then cassette tapes, then CD
players started the bleeding. iPods and
satellite radio have supplied the final death blow. Now only the 47% of Americans who live on
government subsistence are forced to listen to FM music. Everybody else has moved on and can choose
their own playlist.
I cannot
yet move on. I am stuck in FM hell, in
the car at least.
I wish I
could create my own playlist to fill the void while driving. I own 3 cars with a combined mileage of
414,000 miles. 2 of these 3 conveyances were
manufactured before the iPod was invented and the third was barely 15 months
old. So it’s FM AOR (album oriented
rock) stations for me when the sports talk radio conversation turns to the
Washington Wizards’ potential lottery picks in the upcoming draft, possible
2013 quarterback openings for Tim Tebow or the marital infidelities of big time college
coaches.
I have no
choice. Listening to the hum of the
engine is not an option because the engines of all 3 cars stopped humming long
ago. When talk radio fails to entertain,
it’s classic rock.
After wading
into the local classic rock station, BIG 100.3 for the past few months, I now
know why the medium is dying as a viable source for old guy entertainment.
Shortened versions of songs
Last week
in the car I heard subtly edited versions of The Rolling Stones’ Miss You and In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel.
I have heard these 2 songs thousands of times. I own the albums. I have bought the CDs. I know when you change the song as originally
performed and recorded. The word I am
looking for is blasphemy.
You have
to know your target audience. We know
the album versions of every classic rock song that ever achieved commercial popularity. You cannot fool us with abridged versions of Freebird, or shave a few notes off of
the instrumental section of Light My Fire
without us noticing and flinching involuntarily. If you can’t spare the air time to play the
entirety of Peter Frampton’s Do You Feel
Like I Do, then don’t even bother.
It’s just going to piss us off and we will not support your sponsors.
On a
related note, if you are going spin Hocus
Pocus by Focus, either play the long version or skip it all together. When I hear the 3 minute, 30 second version, I
weep for the culture.
Talk
Talk
should be confined to talk radio stations.
The only talking that interests me on these music stations is Talking
Heads. I am not impressed that the
recovering DJ can talk over the introduction to Tom Petty’s American Girl and know exactly when to
stop so that we can hear the lyrics uninterrupted. The guitar intro is the best part of that
song. The guitar intro is the best part
of many rock standards. Please shut up.
It’s Over
I think I
speak for my generation on this. You may
ban all songs by Starship (songs from the first iteration, Jefferson Airplane are
OK; even songs from the second incarnation, Jefferson Starship, are OK). Once they dropped the ‘Jefferson’,
you may drop them from the rotation.
Toto can
remain on the shelf. Toto stopped being
relevant once they stopped playing back up for Boz Scaggs.
Loverboy
was never good and never to be confused with classic. “You want a piece of my heart, you’d better
start from the start; You wanna be in the show, c’mon baby let’s go” ranks
among the worst song lyrics of all time.
Just because I know every word and every bridge doesn’t mean I like the
song or that the song has any redeeming quality.
This list
is longer, but I’m in a good mood today.
It’s Been Played
Breakfast
with the Beatles, the Vinyl Vault, Two for Tuesday, Desert Island Mix, Get the
Led Out and Rocktober are done. These
were clever concepts when first introduced in the early 1980s. Accept that classic rock songs by definition will
always be dated. Your promotions and
gimmicks don’t have to be.
If I Wanted to Hear the Same Songs
Over and Over, I’d Switch to Hot 99.5
I should
never hear Dust in the Wind by Kansas more than once
within the same 24 hour period. You will
lose the few men like me who listen occasionally if you insist on pushing so
hard for the female demographic with songs like that.
One more
thing - must you play Frankenstein by
the Edgar Winter Group to keep your classic rock station certification valid,
or is there another reason? I can’t
think of one that justifies hearing that song once per day. Once per quarter is sufficient. Make it a treat, not a chore.
Keep It Dirty
Today was
the last straw. You edited the final
line of Charlie Daniels’ The Devil Went
Down to Georgia to “son of a gun” from its original “son of a bitch”. Really?
That line is no more offensive than Mrs. Claus transferring an obscene
video from her Galaxy phone to Santa Claus’ Galaxy phone, and that commercial
is on heavy rotation on network television.
I hear harsher language on C-SPAN.
Grow a pair and play the song as written.
Censoring
the end of this song is an insult to my sex, drugs and rock n’ roll
sensibilities.
Album Oriented
We
reluctant FM classic rock radio station listeners grew up with albums. We know all the tracks, not just the heavy
rotation hits. You are competing with
Pandora and personal mixes on iPods.
You’ve got to evolve. Surprise me
once in a while. Play a legitimate deep
track. I will respect you when I hear
The Police’s Sally – Be My Girl or
any Bowie song
not included on one of his Greatest Hits compilations.
And while
you are at it, if you going play Time
from Dark Side of the Moon, include The
Great Gig in the Sky immediately
after or just forget the whole thing.
Final Thought
There is
no acceptable remix version of Eddie Money singing Two Tickets to Paradise.
Please destroy whatever it is you played last week and pretended it was
the Eddie Money classic. It wasn’t. Have you no shame?
Just
because it’s old doesn’t make it classic.
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