[raccoonradio]

Good points...there have been efforts to get radio stations to be forced to pay “performance royalties”. In addition to BMI/ASCAP rights for songwriters, what about the guy who played bass on a certain song? Stations rebelled (there was even talk of
“we’ll switch to talk radio”), saying “we already pay royalties”. The musicians wanted their fair share though.

I have been at a non-comm. college station since 1981 and am part of a rotation of DJs playing blues (how much do I get paid? Like the cereal name says, “Nut’n Honey”! The occasional concert free pass...). We get albums for free then play them, say what we play, do interviews, concert reports, etc. We offer variety unlike the lowest common denominator, hackneyed pop etc. on the bigger
stations.

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“And so it was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
“It’s the new frontier,” they say
It’s wide open, anything can happen
But you’ve got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When you’re too god-damn conservative
To take real chances.

Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now

The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That’s the name of the game

But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?
—Dead Kennedys, MTV Get Off The Air

[Zeneta]

Video killed the Radio Star.

So profound.

1979.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8h5OEivJdA

[Dysart]

The dumbest buy the mostest That’s the name of the game

Truer words have not been written. I'm pretty sure I could write pages on that assertion. It explains a great deal about so many curious things, and I ain't confining that proposition to music selection.

[Zeneta]

Little Milton has a choice to make.

A choice between self determination and falling in line with Government/media control.

Really don’t mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can’t make you think.

Your sperm’s in the gutter your love’s in the sink.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels
and your suntan does rapidly peel
and your wise men don’t know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9bk2MrMGaA