Evenin', all.
This week's video is a song from the "Gangsta Folk" record, a sad little ditty about media consolidation and the ever-shrinking airwaves, a subject that has riled me up here more than once.
Radio, even the worst of it, used to be a pleasure for me, because there was always a surprise around the corner. Now, with the Clear Channel juggernaut swallowing every high-power station and colleges selling their licenses to predictable, commercial interests--not to mention the near-complete takeover of the left side of the dial by Christian broadcasters--radio is kind of depressing.
Mind you, here in NO, we have a great menu of stations, from Your Jazz and Heritage Station WWOZ to Tulane's WTUL, where you literally don't know what's coming next.
But when I get out past Lake Pontchartrain, I try to have a good selection of CDs and mp3s handy, because there's only so much Classic, Power and Nashville Predictable any man can take.
So I bitch. Sometimes with a melody.
The direct YouTube link is here.
If you are fortunate enough to have good, independent radio where you live, please support them. They are a treasure beyond price.