Radio Gaga

I was listening to the radio in my car this morning, and I am left wondering about the evolution of radio shows. Every station I tuned into had some kind of talk-radio going on with not enough music to alleviate the barrage of DJ commentaries. Sure, some of them were quite amusing with their quips and comments, but it does get tiring listening to their dismal attempts at wit and humor while having pretentious pseudo-intellectual discussions among themselves or with their call-in listeners. (And don’t get me started on those people who actually have the guts to call the radio station to share their two centavos worth of drivel!) I turn on the radio to listen to music, not to mindless babbling about topics so inane and often ridiculous they make me want to pound my own brains in. This is why I hardly listen to the radio nowadays. I have no wish to willfully subject myself to such forms of mental torture, thus, causing me to inflict bodily harm upon myself.

 

One station had this heated discussion on relationships --- breaking up, getting married, and everything else in between. Another station talked about the kind of women men are attracted to if they have the hots for particular celebrities like Julianne Moore, Angelina Jolie, Beyoncé Knowles, or Britney Spears (Gag me with a shovel, why don’t you?).

 

It was rather frustrating flicking from one station to the next just desperately trying to find good music playing on air. Whoever said that DJs’ voices yammering on air is better than hearing good music (or any kind of music at this point) ought to be shot. Twice. In the head. And skewered in a spit. Over a thousand pounds of burning coals.

 

Calling all radio stations! I want to listen to music. Good music. Excellent music. Music that speaks to my soul and mirrors my moods. I do not want to listen to your DJs imparting their ideas of pearls of wisdom! If I wanted anyone’s advice on whatever is going on in my life, I’d consult my best friends, my family, Jane Austen, Mr. Darcy, or the Pope! (Why would I listen to and take advice from a DJ who doesn’t seem to know what a mature relationship is all about? All he ever advises to the poor pathetic lovelorn sap is… dun-dun-dun-dun… break up! Mind you, he actually proudly owned up on air that this is always his first advice. Admittedly, sometimes that advice would be the best option, but not in every stinking situation!)

 

I know that people are always happy to talk about love and relationships, but please… let the music do the talking!