Poignant thoughts there, Aramondo.
'Lol -- 'Well, when I was back in radio ....' :
I got frozen out at one station (along with the news director and a gal who is now a big name in the sports-media world) because we all had the nerve to turn 40, and be in a family way, with all that medical insurance. What nerve we had.
We cannot get back in to radio. But the pablum that is music radio today is not real radio. The product has been so honed, dessicated, refined, shaved of the crusts, over-analyzed, drenched in saccharine and studio noise ..... it may as well be nothing more than the noise of interstate traffic, allowing one to be assured that there is life out there. Yeah, okay ; every twelve minutes some live voice says hello.
The whole package is aimed at 30-40, the only sensible demo that's left for the companies who own the dials. I don't buy this 18-49 or 25-54 crap. No such demos ; never were. Those are convenient paper figures and yet the media world rotates on them. The big picture now is 30-40.
And I doubt that many of we 'experts' here are that age anymore.
So shoot us for pointing out the myopia.
So the 'experts' here seem to know what's being done, and what has been done since megaliths have used the industry like speculators and gamblers, burned down the farm system and built corporate translators in those places, and turned all 290 Arbitron markets into a series of niched and jangling shoehorned puppets.
But, well, turning around a phrase: The weather never stopped our complaining.