The notorious socialite who boasts of her Park Avenue penthouse and of having a chauffer at her beck and call, earning whatever she needs from throwing words about the meandering lives of social elites the into newsprint of the New York Post, will now host an hour - a whole hour - of talk radio programming, on a Sunday, at WABC.
It's a throw-away. It will be on Sunday afternoon, when nobody is listening. Maybe it generates some press and a few weekend ad dollars from a sponsor with money to burn thinking Mrs. Adams is still as popular as she was 30 years ago. Or that anyone under, say 65, thinks she's as relevant to the world of celebrity gossip-spreading as those meddling kids at TMZ.
But Adams is 90 years old. God bless her. I mean that. It's a miracle for sure, considering her religious practices forbid modern medicine. But she's not the future. Not of WABC, nor of media success. Weekends are wastelands on radio as a whole, on talk radio for sure and on AM definitely. Perhaps, Mr. Cats is just to trying to use this wasteland as a destination for senior listeners. I really think this great. They're the ones who grew up with radio as an important part of their lives but who are underserved by radio today due to advertising realities. But as WABC is no longer ridden with debt thanks to Mr. Cats, that pressure to fill weekends with horrific informercials which pay cash, is lifted. He's (economically) free to try and experiment with weekends. I say "good luck.."
But at some point, Mr. Cats is going to want to turn a profit with his investment. How long of a fuse does he have? People on these boards (and over at the dental board) talk about the need to do something new with talk radio. How "new" can it ever get? You talk, people listen. Maybe they call in? What is ever going to change? The host? Will Charlie Kirk (who is a nice guy and a genuine people person) doing the same steps as a Barry Gray really be what invigorates things?
I have no solution. I'm just marveling that a nonagenarian scribbler is WABC's latest hire.
It's a throw-away. It will be on Sunday afternoon, when nobody is listening. Maybe it generates some press and a few weekend ad dollars from a sponsor with money to burn thinking Mrs. Adams is still as popular as she was 30 years ago. Or that anyone under, say 65, thinks she's as relevant to the world of celebrity gossip-spreading as those meddling kids at TMZ.
But Adams is 90 years old. God bless her. I mean that. It's a miracle for sure, considering her religious practices forbid modern medicine. But she's not the future. Not of WABC, nor of media success. Weekends are wastelands on radio as a whole, on talk radio for sure and on AM definitely. Perhaps, Mr. Cats is just to trying to use this wasteland as a destination for senior listeners. I really think this great. They're the ones who grew up with radio as an important part of their lives but who are underserved by radio today due to advertising realities. But as WABC is no longer ridden with debt thanks to Mr. Cats, that pressure to fill weekends with horrific informercials which pay cash, is lifted. He's (economically) free to try and experiment with weekends. I say "good luck.."
But at some point, Mr. Cats is going to want to turn a profit with his investment. How long of a fuse does he have? People on these boards (and over at the dental board) talk about the need to do something new with talk radio. How "new" can it ever get? You talk, people listen. Maybe they call in? What is ever going to change? The host? Will Charlie Kirk (who is a nice guy and a genuine people person) doing the same steps as a Barry Gray really be what invigorates things?
I have no solution. I'm just marveling that a nonagenarian scribbler is WABC's latest hire.