Before, "the old way," hearing Christmas music was like going back to "the good old days" and a good memory kind of thing.
Lasted all Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, when families were together, eating, celebrating, whatever, doing "special times."
Now, it's like Christmas music is forced on us, about the face and neck, with no thought or effort at all, just a preprogrammed list of "Christmas favorites" (how many are there, 60 or 80?) that they drag out over and over and over for 45 days (scheduled with a ratings book in mind, not a season for memories or getting together with friends and family or anything good) and beat us over the head with. When we shop, when we eat, when we drive around, when we are doing every mundane thing we usually do in a given 45 day time period. It's become more
blah blah blah let's get it over with than it used to be to hear Christmas music for the short time it was on the airwaves.
It just doesn't seem like it has the same "good old memories" attached to it anymore, it's more like an obligation the radio stations are hammering into us with no imagination at all, and what stands out more is that we're being beaten over the head with it. What we'll remember is driving around with the family and trying to
find something else besides Christmas music and trying to save the special Christmas music for the real special times when we're opening presents or putting up the tree. We'll have to try and restrict it to "special times" because we have heard the samesamesame 60 songs over and over for years, not to mention all the times we can stand it already this "season."
An amateur radio drama, for Christmastime memories, set 40 years from now:
"Hey, Dad, remember the years back in The Aughts when the radio stations tried to make us think the Christmas season lasted 60 days?"
"Yeah son, those were trying times, weren't they? It was like it dragged on forever. We couldn't avoid it. Everywhere we went when you were kids, it was all Christmas flash and no Christmas substance. Then it turned out that they were scheduling it to sell ads more than to make any meaningful statements about family or the season or anything people valued. At least we know what Christmas is really about. The presents!"
"Dang Dad what are you, a radio exec? That was pretty shallow."
"Yeah, I know. I'm old now and like the feeling of turning off my brain completely, and making like I'm a radio exec helps me turn off almost all my brain cells to where I only see dollar signs and ratings to the hundredths points. I don't even remember there is or will be or was any time beyond the immediate week or two when I do that."
"Ratings points, Dad? That proves you're crazy talking. They did away with Arbitron years ago, right before Internet radio started getting big. Good thing this is just amateur radio, else they'd take you away."
