College Radio in New Jersey!
A phrase that inspires hope in radio listeners! In New Jersey! In Ameeerrrrrricaaa!
Well...no.
A cuppla tings...
Let's start with something called 'Train Wreck Radio' with Keebler, WBZC's Sunday night offering.
Ya figure if the title of the show is self-deprecating, that the show is actually really slick, full of ideas and creativity, and when listening you'd say to yourself, "Why, this isn't a train wreck at all, this is really, really good!"
Well, you'd be wrong in that figgurin', mister.
Mr. Keebler has two other shifts, according to the station webpage. You would assume that somewhere along the way, the PD or OM would pull him aside and say, "Why not work on delivery? A speech coach, maybe? How about working on the production a bit, not taking so much from TV-MTV in particular-and movies, and maybe not reproducing stuff at AM fidelity? We are an FM station, after all."
Do they even teach production at this 'training institution'?
Drew Jacobs must be rolling in his...swivel chair. You'd think it couldn't get worse than the late 90s...yeeeesh, WBZC.
(By the way, Dancerev889, and Nick? I 'drove' the signal from NE Philly to South. Other than a few clear patches, it was unlistenable. The clearest reception was at the bottom of the ramp at Packer.)
WTSR-Open your mind.-(The unknown Sunday-night offering).
Really?
Really.
With that imploration, you'd assume that there is something to place there. Something subtle-delicate, even-like a Robin's egg. Or an uncut jewel; a diamond-in-the-rough. Somthin' special...
Go with the first metaphor. What is put forth emerges not from the mind, but a similar egg place. Think about some bird with a poor diet, consisting of cartoon parts and nostalgia for 8th grade dances and summer songs from...last summer. Are you serious? Dead, I'm afraid.
"Wait. The 'Surfin' Bird' bit is kinda funny..."
Yes. In the original context, it is. This guano ain't.
But here? A ham-fisted alteration. With a computer.
One does recall Ren and Stimpy. The Tick, even, as State-School radio fodder.
As a drop-in, not as the basis for a whole PSA.
For the birds.
***SPLAT***
~~~
I don't think any of these college radio people have any aspirations to be in 'the business'. No one should-there is no business to be had. But by the same token, are the loonies running the asylum? Can the mentors do more than ask them to cue up a file or a CD well? How about disabusing these jocks of the notion that their voices are enjoyable to everyone?
I guess the respective administrators are more focused on their 401K depreciation than the output of their 'work product'.
A phrase that inspires hope in radio listeners! In New Jersey! In Ameeerrrrrricaaa!
Well...no.
A cuppla tings...
Let's start with something called 'Train Wreck Radio' with Keebler, WBZC's Sunday night offering.
Ya figure if the title of the show is self-deprecating, that the show is actually really slick, full of ideas and creativity, and when listening you'd say to yourself, "Why, this isn't a train wreck at all, this is really, really good!"
Well, you'd be wrong in that figgurin', mister.
Mr. Keebler has two other shifts, according to the station webpage. You would assume that somewhere along the way, the PD or OM would pull him aside and say, "Why not work on delivery? A speech coach, maybe? How about working on the production a bit, not taking so much from TV-MTV in particular-and movies, and maybe not reproducing stuff at AM fidelity? We are an FM station, after all."
Do they even teach production at this 'training institution'?
Drew Jacobs must be rolling in his...swivel chair. You'd think it couldn't get worse than the late 90s...yeeeesh, WBZC.
(By the way, Dancerev889, and Nick? I 'drove' the signal from NE Philly to South. Other than a few clear patches, it was unlistenable. The clearest reception was at the bottom of the ramp at Packer.)
WTSR-Open your mind.-(The unknown Sunday-night offering).
Really?
Really.
With that imploration, you'd assume that there is something to place there. Something subtle-delicate, even-like a Robin's egg. Or an uncut jewel; a diamond-in-the-rough. Somthin' special...
Go with the first metaphor. What is put forth emerges not from the mind, but a similar egg place. Think about some bird with a poor diet, consisting of cartoon parts and nostalgia for 8th grade dances and summer songs from...last summer. Are you serious? Dead, I'm afraid.
"Wait. The 'Surfin' Bird' bit is kinda funny..."
Yes. In the original context, it is. This guano ain't.
But here? A ham-fisted alteration. With a computer.
One does recall Ren and Stimpy. The Tick, even, as State-School radio fodder.
As a drop-in, not as the basis for a whole PSA.
For the birds.
***SPLAT***
~~~
I don't think any of these college radio people have any aspirations to be in 'the business'. No one should-there is no business to be had. But by the same token, are the loonies running the asylum? Can the mentors do more than ask them to cue up a file or a CD well? How about disabusing these jocks of the notion that their voices are enjoyable to everyone?
I guess the respective administrators are more focused on their 401K depreciation than the output of their 'work product'.