David Kaye makes an interesting point about noncomms. I've found that the jocks who are closest to what I grew up with (in terms of content and relatability, if not style) are the ones on the NPR classical and jazz stations here in Phoenix. And I was stunned to discover this. I'm digging the midday jock (Janine Miller) on KBAQ more than anybody else on the air (save KOOL's Steve Goddard, who continues to amaze me with how he does more with less).
But beyond that, David...this isn't merely an exercise in nostalgia, nor tilting at the windmills of changing times. As Osh notes in his post, the DJ (and with him/her, the passion, excitement and human element of radio) wasn't done in by technological advance or changing tastes, but by a lack of support from those who run the stations, who over a 25-year period have devalued the contribution of those talents to the point where they're forbidden to create, entertain and inform and are now seen by the audience as irrelevant...because that's all they've been allowed to be for so many years.
It has, simply, killed a once-vital American industry. And it's because the industry didn't maintain the relationship with its audience.
As much as I love Bobby Ocean and John Mack Flanagan, I'd love more to be able to post on here about the dozens of great talents I've heard since Osh and JMF moved on to other endeavors. The ones that are on the air right now.
But the problem is there haven't been dozens. The business hasn't fostered the replacements...and every conversation about attempting to do great radio in San Francisco....not just among the contributors to this board, but apparently in the executive suites at CBS, keeps coming back to the call letters KFRC...a station that for all intents and purposes was dead the day Walt Sabo walked in the door a quarter-century ago.