Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band are touring again and it's interesting to hear and read some of the comments of the band members as they reflect on maturing and growing into middle age, their fans and what they hear (or don't hear) on radio.
Reading an interview and seeing him on 60 minutes a few weeks back, it struck me as to how Bruce Springsteen and a few of his bandmates relate to radio. Little Steven Van Zandt of course, has his own radio show. It's a kitchy niche show that most affiliates which air it tuck away on Sunday nights. An entertaining two hours, the show's an "entitlement" of sorts, the kind of production that big name stars or those close enough to being big name stars, have. It allows them to dabble in a hobby. This observation is made in a most complimentary way, of course.
It's remarkable how these stars and performers in the music business relate and feel about radio. Whether it's Bono from U2 talking about what he has to do to get a humanitarian message out, when the only thing radio seems to want is another serving of the latest U2 album, to Billy Gibbons and ZZ Top wailing "I Heard It On The X," a driving paean to Mexican Border Blasters, which are also delightfully and mystically regaled in Wall Of Voodoo's "Mexican Radio" ("I wish I was in Tijuana, eating barbequed iguana") or Tom Petty writing about and cursing corporate radio and music companies on The Last DJ, it's clear that these guys had a close relationship with radio.
Now it's Bruce Springsteen singing lyrics like, "Driving through the misty rain, tryin' to make a connection... Is anybody alive out there... This is radio nowhere..." These 50- something year old guys clearly remember a time when DJ's were vital to radio and were an integral reason why they were attracted to radio in their formative years, as individuals and musicians.
You wonder if today's musicians, the (and ladies) guys who can MIDI their keyboards into ProTools, producing 30 instruments and a hit CD in their bedrooms or basements, have that same attachment to radio. I'm thinking they don't. None at all. If anything, they have a greater attachment to the Internet. Which might just confirm Springsteen's assertion that what's available on the AM and FM band may in fact be "radio nowhere."
Listen to what's going on in Buffalo and Rochester. Is there anything that listeners can get excited about? Is there some human element that drives them to make a connection with a radio station and its perosnalities? I'm not talking about us radio dweebs here, we've made dissecting radio six ways to Sunday a fine art. I'm talking about Jill Doe or Bill Sixpack in Depew. Is there anything really out there that drives them to being "in love" with radio?
The Lake? Three Buffalo stations playing AC? Droll Jack in the box? One station playing country? A heritage Classic Rock station? A heritage Urban station? Two CHR's banging at each other? One news-talks station? All, using voicetracks or satellite programming (including morning drive) in one daypart or another. Each, with a certain detachment, like that voice you hear going through the automated scanner checkout at Home Depot, "Thank you, please scan next item..."
"Is anybody out there?" Or maybe Peggy Lee sang it a bit more sweetly, "Is That All There Is?"
Reading an interview and seeing him on 60 minutes a few weeks back, it struck me as to how Bruce Springsteen and a few of his bandmates relate to radio. Little Steven Van Zandt of course, has his own radio show. It's a kitchy niche show that most affiliates which air it tuck away on Sunday nights. An entertaining two hours, the show's an "entitlement" of sorts, the kind of production that big name stars or those close enough to being big name stars, have. It allows them to dabble in a hobby. This observation is made in a most complimentary way, of course.
It's remarkable how these stars and performers in the music business relate and feel about radio. Whether it's Bono from U2 talking about what he has to do to get a humanitarian message out, when the only thing radio seems to want is another serving of the latest U2 album, to Billy Gibbons and ZZ Top wailing "I Heard It On The X," a driving paean to Mexican Border Blasters, which are also delightfully and mystically regaled in Wall Of Voodoo's "Mexican Radio" ("I wish I was in Tijuana, eating barbequed iguana") or Tom Petty writing about and cursing corporate radio and music companies on The Last DJ, it's clear that these guys had a close relationship with radio.
Now it's Bruce Springsteen singing lyrics like, "Driving through the misty rain, tryin' to make a connection... Is anybody alive out there... This is radio nowhere..." These 50- something year old guys clearly remember a time when DJ's were vital to radio and were an integral reason why they were attracted to radio in their formative years, as individuals and musicians.
You wonder if today's musicians, the (and ladies) guys who can MIDI their keyboards into ProTools, producing 30 instruments and a hit CD in their bedrooms or basements, have that same attachment to radio. I'm thinking they don't. None at all. If anything, they have a greater attachment to the Internet. Which might just confirm Springsteen's assertion that what's available on the AM and FM band may in fact be "radio nowhere."
Listen to what's going on in Buffalo and Rochester. Is there anything that listeners can get excited about? Is there some human element that drives them to make a connection with a radio station and its perosnalities? I'm not talking about us radio dweebs here, we've made dissecting radio six ways to Sunday a fine art. I'm talking about Jill Doe or Bill Sixpack in Depew. Is there anything really out there that drives them to being "in love" with radio?
The Lake? Three Buffalo stations playing AC? Droll Jack in the box? One station playing country? A heritage Classic Rock station? A heritage Urban station? Two CHR's banging at each other? One news-talks station? All, using voicetracks or satellite programming (including morning drive) in one daypart or another. Each, with a certain detachment, like that voice you hear going through the automated scanner checkout at Home Depot, "Thank you, please scan next item..."
"Is anybody out there?" Or maybe Peggy Lee sang it a bit more sweetly, "Is That All There Is?"