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"The only people that
have the right to
complain about
anything in this country
are the Native
Americans...the Indians.
The rest of the special
interest groups,
including mine, can go
fuck themselves"
Bladerunner 2008.
have the right to
complain about
anything in this country
are the Native
Americans...the Indians.
The rest of the special
interest groups,
including mine, can go
fuck themselves"
Bladerunner 2008.
Hello everyone! As some of you may know, my 24 year radio career, as of
this moment, has come to an end. I was unceremoniously thrown out of the
business at the end of January 2007. I was fired for making "too much
money". Making money was kind of the point, after investing 24 years in this
particular field. For me, it's an honor being kicked out of radio. It's a
shitty business, it's been that way for a long time. I pictured my demise a little
differently, but, as is radio, I did picture it.
Radio no longer programs to it's listeners, it programs to it's advertisers.
Program Directors have been emasculated by consultants and consolidation,
and effectively rendered obsolete. Radio personalities have been neutered
by corporate fear, special interest group pressure, and advertising greed.
Chances are, the best radio personalities in your town, aren't even
broadcasting from there.
Radio is rendering itself obsolete due to lack of excitement, spontaneity, or
relevance. Radio no longer even competes with radio. Most of the radio
stations in one market are owned by three major companies...and they pretty
much all read from the same cookie cutter play book.
The "Golden Days" of radio are gone. Radio killed the radio star. It's sad that
the Greaseman has been shoved into a Saturday morning slot...Don Imus
keeps apologizing for being white...Does Howard matter anymore?...Redbeard
is working for Clear Channel...Bladerunner's fucking fed up...Wolfman is still
alive on XM, so that's at least cool. Radio listeners of the future...who's your
favorite voice track?...Jack...FM?
Radio does not realize that it is competing with it's listeners. Your MP3
players, Cd's, Internet file sharing, are all a welcomed refreshing escape from
the boring, repetitive, brainwashing bullshit that radio force feeds
you through it's extensive research and "expert knowledge".
These "experts" have always underestimated the listeners, much the way
the music industry underestimated the power of the purchaser, and the
advent of the Internet. Unlike the radio industry, the music biz figured it
out pretty quickly and responded in kind. Radio has always been, generally, a
decade or two behind the times. Sad, considering it once lead the way.
"Radio needs me more than I need radio." Bladerunner 2007
All bitching aside, being ousted from radio has opened up several doors I've
had my foot lodged sideways in. I probably would have not pursued these to
the point I have, if still relying on the dead end road marked "radio", that I was
using to channel my creativity. Film making, acting, Internet TV show host,
handy-ass handy man home renovations, muscle car restoration, writing,
video editing, designing, web page construction...and the whatever the hell
else I want to do.
Off to your left hand side, you can check out the menu of different things I
have going on, including links to some of the pages I have featuring individual
creative outlets.
As long as the radio industry continues it's self destructive path and is hell
bent on destroying itself...I am hellbent on destroying radios...instead of
turning your radio off when you're done with it, or sick of it...SHOOT YOUR
RADIO instead.
this moment, has come to an end. I was unceremoniously thrown out of the
business at the end of January 2007. I was fired for making "too much
money". Making money was kind of the point, after investing 24 years in this
particular field. For me, it's an honor being kicked out of radio. It's a
shitty business, it's been that way for a long time. I pictured my demise a little
differently, but, as is radio, I did picture it.
Radio no longer programs to it's listeners, it programs to it's advertisers.
Program Directors have been emasculated by consultants and consolidation,
and effectively rendered obsolete. Radio personalities have been neutered
by corporate fear, special interest group pressure, and advertising greed.
Chances are, the best radio personalities in your town, aren't even
broadcasting from there.
Radio is rendering itself obsolete due to lack of excitement, spontaneity, or
relevance. Radio no longer even competes with radio. Most of the radio
stations in one market are owned by three major companies...and they pretty
much all read from the same cookie cutter play book.
The "Golden Days" of radio are gone. Radio killed the radio star. It's sad that
the Greaseman has been shoved into a Saturday morning slot...Don Imus
keeps apologizing for being white...Does Howard matter anymore?...Redbeard
is working for Clear Channel...Bladerunner's fucking fed up...Wolfman is still
alive on XM, so that's at least cool. Radio listeners of the future...who's your
favorite voice track?...Jack...FM?
Radio does not realize that it is competing with it's listeners. Your MP3
players, Cd's, Internet file sharing, are all a welcomed refreshing escape from
the boring, repetitive, brainwashing bullshit that radio force feeds
you through it's extensive research and "expert knowledge".
These "experts" have always underestimated the listeners, much the way
the music industry underestimated the power of the purchaser, and the
advent of the Internet. Unlike the radio industry, the music biz figured it
out pretty quickly and responded in kind. Radio has always been, generally, a
decade or two behind the times. Sad, considering it once lead the way.
"Radio needs me more than I need radio." Bladerunner 2007
All bitching aside, being ousted from radio has opened up several doors I've
had my foot lodged sideways in. I probably would have not pursued these to
the point I have, if still relying on the dead end road marked "radio", that I was
using to channel my creativity. Film making, acting, Internet TV show host,
handy-ass handy man home renovations, muscle car restoration, writing,
video editing, designing, web page construction...and the whatever the hell
else I want to do.
Off to your left hand side, you can check out the menu of different things I
have going on, including links to some of the pages I have featuring individual
creative outlets.
As long as the radio industry continues it's self destructive path and is hell
bent on destroying itself...I am hellbent on destroying radios...instead of
turning your radio off when you're done with it, or sick of it...SHOOT YOUR
RADIO instead.
Yeah, that's me with Lemmy!
Crystal says: "Hey Bladerunner,
are we making a Carrottop
Samwich?"
are we making a Carrottop
Samwich?"
Tripodman, you know him from
MTV and Monster Garage...and
everything in between!
MTV and Monster Garage...and
everything in between!
Crystal says: "Hey Bladerunner,
we make some awesome
samwiches!?"
we make some awesome
samwiches!?"
| THIS WAS FUNNY TO ME...CHECK IT OUT... |
This past weekend I went to my class reunion in Minnesota. I stopped off in
Mason City Iowa to photograph some pictures of my Great Uncle's tombstone to
send to his Grandson in Arizona who's never seen the monument. About three
rows down from there I saw this headstone. What a fitting tribute to my radio
career, and the actual state of radio in general. I was standing there laughing
when I took this picture, oblivious to the fact that there is actually a family named
"Radio" buried beneath this headstone. Oops...glad no one saw me laughing
over their grave..."It's not what it looks like...really". Sorry for the inadvertent lack
of respect...forgive me baby Jebuz.
Mason City Iowa to photograph some pictures of my Great Uncle's tombstone to
send to his Grandson in Arizona who's never seen the monument. About three
rows down from there I saw this headstone. What a fitting tribute to my radio
career, and the actual state of radio in general. I was standing there laughing
when I took this picture, oblivious to the fact that there is actually a family named
"Radio" buried beneath this headstone. Oops...glad no one saw me laughing
over their grave..."It's not what it looks like...really". Sorry for the inadvertent lack
of respect...forgive me baby Jebuz.