Sorry 'Bout That
> > The original post was bloated. Had to take it down.
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> > Best regards,
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> > Janos Surlikevich
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> See, that title was a TEASE! I thought you were proposing to
> buy a round at the local watering hole.
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> Very disappointing!
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Sorry about that. I have a tendancy to re-read my posts and nit-pick every phrase and sentence. Why I majored in English is beyond me. I'm not a great writer and have the attention span of a gnat. I thought the original post sucked.
Here's the condensed version. I'll probably delete this one too...
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A bunch of friends in the radio business got together on a hot Friday night. Wives and dates also attended. For a radio geek like me who spends his time peddling textbooks, it was a real treat. There was lots of dirt, dish and gossip from people who work in Rochester, Buffalo and Cincinnati.
Most of us have known each other since college. These days we’re fatter, grayer and our hairlines are thinner than we were when we were playing the hits on our college stations and dreaming of stardom. We have kids, some have grandkids and we’re doing what we can to make it through the day.
The talk ranges from discussions about the morning drive female co-host who’s gone through two Buffalo stations with a few morning show hosts to the pretentious GM’s and PD’s.
Entercom’s payola troubles with the attorney general, FCC and IRS receive a lot of educated speculation and opinion and a lot of derisive hoots. There’s speculation about how much Citadel paid to extend the broadcast rights to the Buffalo Bills, how well the Bills will do this season and whether it was worth Citadel’s investment. Speculation is Citadel is paying nearly $3 million per season to broadcast the Bills games and cheerlead for the team.
The Fybush website get compliments and a guy's girlfriend tells us we’re all weirdly obsessed. One guy wonders about Fybush’s noted “obsession with towers,” a Freudian analysis ensues and we laugh a lot. Scott would have enjoyed the banter because it’s funny and not at all mean-spirited.
Talk centers on the Buffalo Broadcast Hall of Fame inductees and the selection process. I’m one of the few who thinks the hall should induct sales people. This gets a big, derisive laugh, even from the sales guys, and I’m forced to pay for the next round of drinks to absolve myself.
Talk turns to ‘pod-casting and iPods in general. Everybody wants to be a pod caster and get his or her 15 minutes of fame.
More than half the group has satellite radio. Sirius gets the nod over XM. The consensus is that the two will have to merge to survive. A lot of us listen to NPR. Our friend from Clear Channel Cincinnati thinks commercial talk radio will eventually embrace the NPR model. We talk about Randy Michaels’ involvement with Ed Schultz, the progressive talker. Big Ed is getting good reviews and good ratings in some markets. The thinking is Schultz will be the next Rush as the pendulum swings from the right to progressive talk. Somebody says NPR is “too highbrow for the toothless morons who listen to commercial talk radio.”
Debate ensues about how jocks and sales people view their listeners. It’s not very complimentary. “It’s all numbers, from the top down,” says one sales rep, “programming and sales don’t care if listeners are red, black or white, as long as their money’s green and they write down our call letters in the damn diaries.”
The conversation moves to Clear Channel’s quarterly statement. Sales revenue was down and the speculation is “less is more” isn’t going to cut it with the Wall Street mob and shareholders.
Somebody starts talking about who really listens to the radio and why he or she listens. We all agree that people under 25 aren’t listening to radio much these days. They prefer their iPods and CDs. Somebody suggests that most jocks don’t even listen to their own stations anymore. There are a lot of theories about this. The consensus is a person can only listen to 600 songs so often before tiring of it.
Nobody seems to think Jack is a long term format.
As the sound system played “Only The Lonely,” we thought it was time to call it a night.