The Day The Music Died

I found out on Friday that my favorite South Jersey radio station, Y100, is no longer. If you are not from the area, it's ok, 'cause technically neither am I. From day to day, I can't listen to Y100 because I don't live in South Jersey. But it was my radio station of choice when I was in college. It is also my radio station of choice when I go visit South Jersey, which is frequently.

I admit, since the onset of my MP3 collection, I haven't listened to the radio as much, period. But I still liked the comfort in knowing it was there. To make matters worse, my friend you all know and love, Judy told me it was replaced by another stupid hip hop station. Not that I have anything per se, against hip hop, I just don't think I need to be beat over the head with it. Besides, variety is the spice of life.

This has happened 2 other times in my life. (not counting the day MTV decided not to be music television after all) Another favorite radio station was taken over about 4 years ago and before that, yet another one was revamped to sound like EVERY OTHER SINGLE STATION OUT THERE.

What is it with middle America? Why do you try so hard to make us all sound the same? I swear, working in radio is a thankless profession. Here today, gone tomorrow. I suppose the same can be said about a lot of professions nowadays. And they wonder why people are switching over to satellite radio.

Goodbye, Y100. RIP.

This officially concludes this rant on the national broacast system.