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ChainSmirker
Guest
I know how it is. You wake up every day, look in the mirror, and that little voice in the back of your head reminds you that you're past your prime. If you were EVER going to be ANYTHING, you'd be it NOW. But you're not, and you compensate for the hole in your ego by posting here.
Of course, it's not YOUR FAULT. It's this darned market. It's so messed up! If only the local stations weren't run by baboons in suits, you'd be The Next Big Thing. You'd be a legend in the annals of SMOOTH JAZZ history. Your contests and giveaways would be matched only by your "clean and crisp" airchecks. But no, the listeners are all bottom-feeders, which explains why Russ Martin had a career and you didn't.
See, the thing is, YOU KNOW. You know What The People Would Want To Hear If They Knew What Was Good For Them. You're a hybrid pope/ambassador of taste. You understand that music listeners want THE HITS. New and unfamiliar music by new and unfamiliar artists scares THE PEOPLE, and your empathy for them is boundless. You dream of the day when you can defend them from recondite content that hasn't been properly vetted and focus group-tested.
You know that talk listeners want endless, celebrity-obsessed sports talk wherein no detail of any player's life is left unexamined. Discussions about what was on TV last night adds a finishing flourish so elegant and transcendent that Bach himself would stand in awe.
And even though The Idiots Who Run Things In This Market are too dim to give you a broadcast voice, you are undaunted. The enlightened magic of your musings and ruminations MUST be shared. How fortunate that we live in a time when the miracle technology of the internet provides a forum like this so that People Who REALLY Know What's Going On are empowered to bring light and hope to the lost and wandering peasantry whose lot would be much improved if only some program director were sufficiently brave and visionary to put you in front of a live mic and allow you to open the Pandora's Box that is your infinitely profound mind.
In the mean time, you can think of your day job as a chance to use your formidable broadcast skills to polish your customer service technique. Think of it as the world's longest aircheck. The rest of us can mourn now for future generations who will never know what was lost because nobody thought to record it.
Of course, it's not YOUR FAULT. It's this darned market. It's so messed up! If only the local stations weren't run by baboons in suits, you'd be The Next Big Thing. You'd be a legend in the annals of SMOOTH JAZZ history. Your contests and giveaways would be matched only by your "clean and crisp" airchecks. But no, the listeners are all bottom-feeders, which explains why Russ Martin had a career and you didn't.
See, the thing is, YOU KNOW. You know What The People Would Want To Hear If They Knew What Was Good For Them. You're a hybrid pope/ambassador of taste. You understand that music listeners want THE HITS. New and unfamiliar music by new and unfamiliar artists scares THE PEOPLE, and your empathy for them is boundless. You dream of the day when you can defend them from recondite content that hasn't been properly vetted and focus group-tested.
You know that talk listeners want endless, celebrity-obsessed sports talk wherein no detail of any player's life is left unexamined. Discussions about what was on TV last night adds a finishing flourish so elegant and transcendent that Bach himself would stand in awe.
And even though The Idiots Who Run Things In This Market are too dim to give you a broadcast voice, you are undaunted. The enlightened magic of your musings and ruminations MUST be shared. How fortunate that we live in a time when the miracle technology of the internet provides a forum like this so that People Who REALLY Know What's Going On are empowered to bring light and hope to the lost and wandering peasantry whose lot would be much improved if only some program director were sufficiently brave and visionary to put you in front of a live mic and allow you to open the Pandora's Box that is your infinitely profound mind.
In the mean time, you can think of your day job as a chance to use your formidable broadcast skills to polish your customer service technique. Think of it as the world's longest aircheck. The rest of us can mourn now for future generations who will never know what was lost because nobody thought to record it.
Im kidding with you BTW, relax a little bit, lifes too short to get all ramped up about a retard fight on the internet