I still mourn the loss of a station called The Mountain. It was such a wonderful station. They played music from the 60s to the current top 40, they had a huge variety of music–genuinely “no repeat” days were common, not an exception–and I always got clear, perfect reception. On Sunday nights, they would play special programming–something akin to Breakfast with the Beatles, House of Blues, and sometimes entire concerts (I remember listening to one from the Eagles, specifically.) God, I loved that station.
Then one morning, I woke up and turned on my radio and was greeted with Led Zep. “This is odd,” says I. And I keep listening and the break informed me that my precious, beautiful station has been turned into yet another Classic Rock station.
I’ve been crushed ever since, and this was six years ago.
I feel really sorry for my husband. He has to listen to the same twelve oldies songs every day, all day. At least we don’t have a radio where I work. He’s always happy when his boss is gone because that means they can at least bring in CDs.
Amen to that statement, Sarge. We have one light rock (yes, I do listen to it on the weekends) station in Houston. They started playing Xmas music non-stop just before Thanksgiving, which is not as bad as the stores that started playing it just after Labor Day.
I hate Christmas more and more because **there just isn’t any place to go **to get away from the goddamn Christmas Music!!!
Sorry. The horror of it all still gets to me. And it will happen again in 7 months. Aaarrgghhh…
I know your pain. We have an independent local station called CKWR that used to play some really great eclectic, local and international music. Over the past 10 years it’s deteriorated to the point where it’s no more interesting than listening to an organ grinder.
(at least with the organ grinder, you get to look at the little monkey, though.)
I know your pain. We have an independent local station called CKWR that used to play some really great eclectic, local and international music. Over the past 10 years it’s deteriorated to the point where it’s no more interesting than listening to an organ grinder.
(at least with the organ grinder, you get to look at his little monkey, though.)
Several asswipes at and formerly at my company mean that everybody got a wiped hard drive for Valentines Day and I can no longer listen to WFMU, the station where either you can find SOMEBODY playing SOMETHING you like or else you don’t belong on this message board.
I can write an essay on this, 'cause I’ve worked with the business ofr ~20 years and know all the mechanics. That also means that I’ve been responsible for the change. Mind you, we worked with American companies to bring the change about and the ideas are the same. I remember no repeat work day, which was a good idea for about six months and then got thrown out and replaced with some other scheme.
However, if you’re only ranting, I’m much to lazy to write about it all.
A good suggestion, but my boss is a stingy bastard, not to mention a all-around jerk. Plus, he enjoys the daily audio sludge (he thinks anyone who listens to anything outside the norm is “weird” - read: me - ), which I guess proves what a brainless turd he is.
I swear, there was also a great station called The Mountain that I used to catch, with not perfect reception, in my car here in Victoria, BC. It played some great music that I hadn’t heard before–the kind of stuff you grab a pen to jot down down the name of the song and artist, so you can go buy the CD–and when I tuned to it a year or so ago, can’t remember exactly, it had become Classic Rock, heavy on Zeppelin.
Also, if I had to listen to Lite FM all day long, like the poor suckers in my dentist’s office, I would kill people. Kill. Kill. KILL.
Whenever a station brags that they play “ALL YOUR SOFT ROCK FAVOURITES! ROD STEWART, ELTON JOHN, WHITNEY HOUSTON, PHIL COLLINS…” I just know I will never, ever voluntarily listen to that audio dreck.
I wouldn’t mind CBC or CBC FM all day long, or NPR.
A quick to Google (something I couldn’t do while in the car, playing with the radio while driving) shows me that The Mountain I remember is alive and well at 103.7 FM out of Seattle. The Mountain
I was hitting on a station I thought used to be the Mountain but is just another indistinguishable Classic Rock station. I shall amend my stereo pre-sets accordingly on Monday when next I drive.
When in Philly, avoid B101. Last summer, I did a siding and window job, and the lady who lived across the fence would float in her pool for hours at a time with that shitty station playing. I was ready to throw her radio into the pool if I heard Rod Stewart and Wake Up Maggie one more goddamn time.
I brought in a pair of old computer speakers and had streaming NPR on at my desk at work, very quietly, a bit ago. Unfortunately, my desk is among others out in the open, and very close to the reception desk. Having it loud enough for me to hear and low enough not to annoy others is a delicate balance.
Check the schedule… they play a lot of classical as well, and when I briefly tuned in this morning, they were playing opera. (Chanson–vocal music presumably). The stuff I really liked was “Musiques Émergentes” and “Musiques en tous Genres”. The “bandeapart.fm” site looks interesting too.
For the smart boss, this would be an area of employee motivation. Whoever writes the best ad, or sells the most sprockets, or whatever your goal is, gets to have their preferred radio station played all day tomorrow.
