Dear DC-101
Ok, I know I said I'd get a mission statement or some such crap on this blog sooner or later, and I promise it'll have something contrarian about how life in DC doesn't really suck, and how all the local resident aren't *all* douchebags. I just need some time to, um, make my case.
In the meantime, I need to get something off my chest. I know DC rock radio has kind of sucked for a long time. I'm not going to be one of those dickheads that tells you that "I listened to HFS back when it was actually alternative", because, well, I didn't.
Oh, my brother did...but I was too busy listening to the Scorpions to have time for that alternative college music crap. And when I wasn't listening to German hair metal, I was probably listening to Led Zep and lecturing people about how the Cure sucked. See, I was pretty progressive and open minded that way.
But I did listen to DC-101. DC-101 was bad-ass back in the 80s. They had Howard Stern in the mornings (which I was absolutely forbidden to listen to....since I was seven years old) and they played a lot of Billy Idol and the Stones and vaguely dangerous sounding music for a sheltered pre-pre-teen.
In fact, I remember, in great detail, being a youngster and watching one of the neighborhood teenagers get into his car one summer night, wearing a super-dooper tight, early 80's style yellow tee, with a big black old fashioned DC-101 logo on it -- you know the logo, the same outdated one with the lightning bolt that I believe hangs over Connecticut Ave today, down around Farragut North.
I looked at that kid, and I thought....DC-101? That dude is fucking cool.
Over the years, though, DC-101 has taken suckage to new heights. That Elliot in the Morning dude was pretty cute for a year or two back in 1999/2000, but not even his hyena ramblings about the Caps and Kegs and Eggs or whatever can compare to the suckage that is DC-101's programming.
And so I give you my open letter to DC-101.
Dear DC-101,
Listen, we all know that the world has pretty much sucked ever since 9/11.
Seriously, we understand...Enron, Worldcom, the recession, the war in Iraq, the London bombings, the motherfucking land-grab/housing boom in D.C., American Idol. To quote Mark Renton, "It's a shite state of affairs, and all the fresh air in the world won't make a bit of difference."
Things aren't what they used to be, that's for damned sure.
But that's no reason to freeze your playlists from September 10th, 2001.
There's actually been, a lot of good music made in the past five years. And I know some people get a warm and fuzzy feeling from listening to "Interstate Love Song" and "Machinehead" and "Evenflow" every single night on the way home from work, but the fact is, that is what God made iPods for.
You've turned a once proud place on the dial into a classic rock station for the 30-something crowd. It's disgraceful. Go ahead, flip the dial to 101.1. I'll wait.
What's playing? Yes, that's Collective Soul. And yes, you had to take a moment to remember their name. That's because they disappeared sometime about 5 years ago, and DC-101 IS THE ONLY STATION THAT KNOWS WHERE TO FIND THEM.
Get with it, you 30-year-old frat boys. You're an embarrassment.
And, no, playing the new NIN single doesn't count. That fucker's been writing the same song since 1995.
In the meantime, I need to get something off my chest. I know DC rock radio has kind of sucked for a long time. I'm not going to be one of those dickheads that tells you that "I listened to HFS back when it was actually alternative", because, well, I didn't.
Oh, my brother did...but I was too busy listening to the Scorpions to have time for that alternative college music crap. And when I wasn't listening to German hair metal, I was probably listening to Led Zep and lecturing people about how the Cure sucked. See, I was pretty progressive and open minded that way.
But I did listen to DC-101. DC-101 was bad-ass back in the 80s. They had Howard Stern in the mornings (which I was absolutely forbidden to listen to....since I was seven years old) and they played a lot of Billy Idol and the Stones and vaguely dangerous sounding music for a sheltered pre-pre-teen.
In fact, I remember, in great detail, being a youngster and watching one of the neighborhood teenagers get into his car one summer night, wearing a super-dooper tight, early 80's style yellow tee, with a big black old fashioned DC-101 logo on it -- you know the logo, the same outdated one with the lightning bolt that I believe hangs over Connecticut Ave today, down around Farragut North.
I looked at that kid, and I thought....DC-101? That dude is fucking cool.
Over the years, though, DC-101 has taken suckage to new heights. That Elliot in the Morning dude was pretty cute for a year or two back in 1999/2000, but not even his hyena ramblings about the Caps and Kegs and Eggs or whatever can compare to the suckage that is DC-101's programming.
And so I give you my open letter to DC-101.
Dear DC-101,
Listen, we all know that the world has pretty much sucked ever since 9/11.
Seriously, we understand...Enron, Worldcom, the recession, the war in Iraq, the London bombings, the motherfucking land-grab/housing boom in D.C., American Idol. To quote Mark Renton, "It's a shite state of affairs, and all the fresh air in the world won't make a bit of difference."
Things aren't what they used to be, that's for damned sure.
But that's no reason to freeze your playlists from September 10th, 2001.
There's actually been, a lot of good music made in the past five years. And I know some people get a warm and fuzzy feeling from listening to "Interstate Love Song" and "Machinehead" and "Evenflow" every single night on the way home from work, but the fact is, that is what God made iPods for.
You've turned a once proud place on the dial into a classic rock station for the 30-something crowd. It's disgraceful. Go ahead, flip the dial to 101.1. I'll wait.
What's playing? Yes, that's Collective Soul. And yes, you had to take a moment to remember their name. That's because they disappeared sometime about 5 years ago, and DC-101 IS THE ONLY STATION THAT KNOWS WHERE TO FIND THEM.
Get with it, you 30-year-old frat boys. You're an embarrassment.
And, no, playing the new NIN single doesn't count. That fucker's been writing the same song since 1995.
posted by t-o-n at 8:41 PM
1 Comments:
Long live (the old) DC101!
BTW, both Trent Reznor AND Rob Zombie have made a living out of writing the same song over and over. But they keep tweaking it, making it just a little better than before, sounding so good...!
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