I've just removed Rock 104.5 from my pre-sets. I knew something was wrong when, instead of hearing Uncle Greasey's brilliant histrionics, I heard some nincompoop say (roughly) "We're throwing out all of that old garbage like (here he named several old rockers). From now on we'll be playing fifty minutes of uninterrupted good stuff like (here he named several new "rockers - either that or he was reciting all of the scatological references he and his eighth grade classmates could think of)." Then he illustrated the new format by playing something that sounded like someone kicking a steel fifty-five-gallon drum with fourteen saws and two enraged howler monkeys in it down a long flight of concrete stairs. Most comedians make an entire career of about the same number of bits that Greaseman used in any given week; and his were funnier than most. They kept Bubba the Love Sponge and discarded Greaseman. The genius behind all of this would most likely keep the Yugo and junk the 1956 Mercedes Benz. Rock 104.5 will be relieved to know that they will not be burdened by the unneeded and archaic listenership of people like me...and lots of others.