On the radio: Classical music is dying, smooth jazz is dying, talk radio is less popular than previously thought, and more dudes listen to soft rock than had previously been admitted. Pussies.
On the radio: Classical music is dying, smooth jazz is dying, talk radio is less popular than previously thought, and more dudes listen to soft rock than had previously been admitted. Pussies.
Just tell where I can find Dr. Demento on the dial.
11.
Have you never been mellow?
Can I borrow a feeling?
I'll be honest with you, I love his music. I do. I'm a Michael Bolton fan. For my money, I don't know if it gets any better than when he sings "When a Man Loves a Woman".
Ah, soft rock. Most hetero men really aren't getting any because they've become little girls. Excellent, more for the rest of us.
Oh, and: gay man listening to soft rock? You are now closet hetero.
The NPR theme song is very catchy!
"American men have a naughty little secret. Sometimes, they like to relax with a little Céline Dion."
Correct. (Assuming the little Céline Dion is Taylor Swift and "relaxing" is "having intercourse.")
thank god for MPR.
I have to admit, when I'm having dinner of an evening in my suburban home with the wife and kid a little Fleetwood Mac in the background goes down very nicely.
I've probably turned into someone 17-year-old me would hate, but fuck him.
Hey. There is nothing wrong with liking Fleetwood Mac. Nothing.
And I'm a total sucker for anything that was Top 40 in 1980. Earth Wind & Fire? Fuck yeah.
I don't disagree with either of those statements. Funnily enough I was 17 in 1980.
Well, as cool as 17-year-old you thought the Clash or Gang of Four were in 1980, they're not really ideal for a relaxing dinner.
A friend recently said to me that if my 20-year-old self would hear the music I listen to now (primarily jazz) he would puke. My response is that I no longer give a shit what 20-year-olds think, including myself at that age.
(Oh, and I mean real jazz, not that abomination "smooth jazz")
This reminds me of the time I placed a personal ad looking for someone with a passion for pina coladas who likes getting caught in the rain, hates yoga, is into making love at midnight in the dunes on the Cape and with the means and ability to escape. Long story short, after a brief classified ad flirtation I married Rupert Holmes.
what's a radio?
ahem.
Oh yeah, knobs and tubes
Smooth jazz *should* be killed. A lot.
kill it graveyard dead
$1 000 000 to the person who brings me the head of Kenny G.
I'm just letting you all know as a result of his mastering the technique of circular breathing, Kenny G can not, in fact, be killed.
Believe me, I've tried.
ugh, way too many commas.
Disagree. The comma is our friend. Only mathematicians should fear the comma.
See above. I just want his head.
I have an alternate theory that, like Samson, if you cut off his hair Kenny G will lose his powers.
Yes, but:
"Meanwhile, smooth jazz has hit a low note. Clear Channel jettisoned such programming from eight of its stations after dismal ratings." :)
This is disgusting. Now I'm getting heartburn from my Zima.
The public stations have a neat trick for getting rid of classical music so they can program NPR blather 24-7: They set up an all-classical internet channel. Might as well be a podcast.
RIP, 'GBH. Fuckers aren't getting donations from me anymore.
RIP, 'PLN. What you said.
Old joke:
Kenny G and Yanni are in an elevator and Kenny says "Hey, this place rocks!"
I laughed--
If you're not afraid to look under this rock, read Carl Wilson's "Let's Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste", about Celine Dion & her place in pop culture. The only truly fearless rock criticism I've ever read. (I still don't like her, but now I have a better idea of why & I don't congratulate myself for it...)