From time to time, All The Excess! will be featuring guest opinions from others with strong points of view about the state of the radio industry. The following is re-published from the blog "Insulting Media's Mediocrity" by Johnny Van Suedanbitter, one time radio guy, camp counselor, life coach, magazine editor, personal trainer, therapist, mobile DJ, and professional eulogy deliverer.Every time I post to my blog, the same thing happens.
I have the same depressing thought.
It's over.
Yes, radio's done for. I can't say that enough.
We're done.
Finished.
Screwed.
We're f***ed.
I know first hand that kids today don't listen.
We lost them.
We told them to get off our lawn. They did.
They're not coming back.
I know consolidation sucks.
You know it too. I'm here to remind you.
I've got cute names for all the players. They all suck.
I'm telling you, we're doomed.
Constructive ideas - got any? I bet not.
I'm probably repeating myself, but maybe you haven't quite gotten the point yet.
We're dinosaurs. Over the hill.
The old days aren't coming back. It's futile.
Want to read something uplifting and positive? This ain't the place.
This is the place where one sentence equals a paragraph.
Occasionally less.
One word can be a sentence.
Sometimes.
The posts seem longer that way.
I guess they are longer.
Wish I had something new to write about. But I don't.
Still, it's gonna be a long post. Several screens worth.
So get ready to read what I just wrote again.
And again tomorrow.
Feel free to look in my archives, too. But it's the same.
It's over.
Radio's done for.
I wonder which I have more of - Zoloft tablets or lines per post?
Everything we've done is all for naught.
We wasted our lives.
Might as well just load up a revolver and hold it to your temple.
Ka-boom.
Or put your neck in a noose, stand on a chair, and jump off it.
Snap.
A razor blade to your wrists could work, but it's messy.
Yuck.
Right now I've got the car running and the garage door closed.
Fumes.
Getting a little sleepy.
Kinda like radio today. Zzzzzzz.
Gloom.
Consolidation killed us.
Doom.
New media's cool, but forget it, you're too late to that party.
Breathe in, breathe deep.
Getting dark now.
This shouldn't take long.
Two more lines and that should do it. Another post in the can.
See you again tomorrow.
And remember, keep smiling.
