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Actually, except for the infrequent 30 minutes of dead air we might experience on any given evening -- once the local 'talent' has gone home and given way to the automated world of syndicated talk -- our local, 50,000-watt Clear Channel affiliate remains surprisingly interesting and (at certain times of the day) local.

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All Hail The Death Of Radio

Clear Channel suffers and rock radio is gasping its last and, more importantly, does anyone care?
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Wednesday, March 2, 2005
Corporate radio sucketh, whole and large and true.
We know this. Everyone knows this. There is not a single person out there right now who is listening to any of the one zillion lifeless Clear Channel or Infinity-owned rock stations anywhere in the nation who is saying to themselves, gosh this KLOG station is just exceptionally good and clever and smart and plays amazingly fresh music and makes me want to listen all the time and oh my God I am so going to pick up the phone right now and try to be the 157th caller so I can win tickets to go see Dave Matthews live in Portland! Woo!
OK, maybe there's a few. But you probably don't want to know them, because they're they type who never slam ice-cold shots of vodka or have never heard of Rocco Siffredi and they wear pink capri pants or backward baseball hats and drive Ford Escorts with weird stuffed animals in the windows. Mostly.
This is the problem with rock radio. It has become the last option, the thing you listen to only when all other options fail, when you're too tired to pop in a CD or too lazy to reach for the iPod or just a little too buzzed on premium tequila and postcoital nirvana to care about searching your glove box for that old AC/DC tape. In short, rock radio is for people who buy their Matchbox 20 CDs from Target.
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