In The Year 20-45, If Radio Is Still Alive...
WCMF has come a long way in the past 30 plus years. As for WCMF's future, who knows? In fact who knows what the future of radio will be in five, 10, or 30 years from now? I sure don't. Do you?
Thirty five years ago, you were playing music on QRK-Rusco turntables. Production was done on reel to reel and cartridges. Personalities were still very much part of the CHR, AC landscape. Music on AM radio was still viable. The Fairness Doctrine still cast a shadow on how talk radio was articulated.
Operators and announcers were licensed, having to possess an FCC Third, Second or First Class Radio license or permit ("pursuant to the rules and regulations of the Federal Communications Commission") to stand or sit behind a microphone. Station ID's were made every thirty minutes. Transmitter readings were taken religiously. Radio transmitters were the size of a small boxcar.
Thirty five years prior to that, bands, orchestras and singers were the source of music entertainment. Radio was predicated on news and entertainment personalities.
In 1942, men went to work dressed in full suits, some wore tuxedos, standard-issue black please, women wore dress suits. Thirty years later, it was suits, sport coats... some jocks wore jeans.
Fast forward to 2042: All content on music radio will originate on a pre-programmed thumb drive which will be plugged into a micro console by a guy dressed in scivvies... sitting at home.
Seriously. What comes out of your speakers in 2042 will be transmitted by cell phone, WiFi and perhaps some technological breakthrough we cannot even imagine because some math and science whizkid now in third grade hasn't quite perfected it.
Think about this: In '72, did you ever think, even in your wildest drug or alcohol induced imagination, that music could originate from a smaller than cigarette pack box with no moving parts?
Seriously. You remember radio in 1972? Thirty five years have past. It's dramatically changed. Add thirty-thirty five years and apply the same formula and catalyst for change.
In 2077-2082, there's every likelihood that radio as we know it, won't exist at all. I won't be hangin' drywall and inhaling paint thinner for a livin'. Uncle Oskie will no longer (sadly) hack up half a lung by 8 o'clock, having smoked the remnants of the previous day's bad cigar.
Oh, and if you're 50... you'll be 85... if you still have a pulse... You youngbloods will be around 60. You cannot imagine how quickly time passes, so this post is but a lame joke and means very little to you, but have a nice day just the same.
Somewhere in the distance, Zager & Evans are singing... and the 'bloods are thinking, "who the hell are Zagnuts and Even?"