96.5 the Buzz
And yes, I've given up on listening to KTLK online because the only show that I have any affection for anymore is Lambert & Janissek which has been bumped to 5:00-7:00, and I can listen to that in my car on the way home. I'll even occasionally listen to Rush because he's at least entertaining, but Sean Hannity just annoys the crap out of me.
A couple of years ago when I was down in the land of Pigs and Corn, I went to KCMO to go haunting. While down there, I stumbled across The Buzz which had the best mix of tunes that I had heard. For instance it was the first place I heard Coin Operated Boy, months before I heard it up here. It's an independent alternative radio station, which is awesome. Where around here can you hear Morrisey,Bad Religion, Dresden Dolls, Gnarles Barkley, Jimmy Eats World and She Wants Revenge on the same radio station?
Since it is National Analogy Day, this brings me to an analogy:
( Women are like music )
(Note: Because I am allowed to use my misogynist license these days, I can compare women objectified as music without repercussion. I mean, what are ya gonna do, cut me off?)
Many, many of the radio stations in the Twin Cities are owned and operated by Clear Channel. It is corporate radio, and it's all formatted and manipulated and processed. It is radio as business. A new one may come along, or there might be a format change and it will be interesting for a while, but it won't be long before it is the same old thing dressed in a different skin.
It's boring. There is no heart, no soul. It's like a new house built in a cookie-cutter neighborhood: it's perfectly functional, but it is just a house. There is no character.
That leads a lot into the way that I deal with attraction to women. Someone new and shiny comes along, and I tune in for a while, but after a while of the same old songs, I want something new.
Or as soon as I start listening, I know it's not what I want to listen to.
Once in a while though, I run into one that clicks. Someone with intelligence, passion, creativity, charm, and panache. And I stop and listen. And I like it. And I want to stay for a while.
Inevitably something happens. Most often, it's that I'm not what she is looking for, assuming that she's even looking at all. Sometimes it's that she gets pulled away by something else-- circumstances, fear, exploding cows.
Occasionally there is one who likes to hang around and be friends, and we enjoy each other's company. And then she finds somebody who hits her in that way that makes her catch her breath and get that starry-eyed look, and suddenly she's gone in a whirlwind of dust and the scent of orange peels and cedar and just a whiff of mango.
Of course, with a radio station, I sometimes have the option of going online and streaming music that is more to my choice. It's a lot more difficult to stream women online in any meaningful way, and most definitely not without some sort of recurring charge on my credit card every 30 days. And really, if all I wanted was a meaningless plaything devoid of content, that wouldn't really be much of an issue.
But I want content. I want depth and meaning and clarity and involvement and entanglement and lust and laughter and love.
And you just can't download that.