Our Metro Detroit radio station’s morning DJ has apparently signed a sweet deal with Healthy Trim because this is the third month in a row he has pretended to use their diet pill. Every week is a new scenario slid into their casual dialogue about how full it kept him, how many pounds he has lost and how much of a miracle the drug is – always followed by plugging the URL and 30-day guarantee.
I’ve seen photos of DJ Mojo who “has lost over 30 pounds” and it looks like he weighs over 300 pounds; the guy has at least 30 pounds of water to shed before he even gets to the fat on his ass.
It was bad enough that every other song was either “Boom boom boom” or “tonight’s gonna be a good night…” but now the absurd bullshit is carrying over into what is supposed to be genuine information. I guess that’s the nature of a pop station, though, in the criss-crossing lines of temporary, artificial joy. Everything is sugarcoated, swallowed quickly and eventually thrown out.
Pop is catchy. Pop moves treadmill belts. Pop is yummy, but pop can feel empty.
Bruce Springsteen, one my favorite singer/songwriters, has explained how his single “Radio Nowhere” comes from the ideas and sounds of fantasy. He said that the scenario, lyrically, wasn’t literal and that it was recorded with intentional aim at the pop genre by tweaking his natural folksinger tone and adding other techniques such as the fade-out.
“Radio Nowhere” is special to me because it conjures the image of a rock and roll hero, a source of quality, drifting across an ocean of airwaves in search of some other sound with content. My dad has looked lost, unable to adapt in the evolution of music, having heard his favorite oldies so many times that it seemed he was running out of songs to listen to. And every year I wait for that small, special amount to skim off from a ton of noise and blah, oftentimes wondering if I’m tuning in or tuning out.
I was spinning round a dead dial
Just another lost number in a file
Trying to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone
This is Radio Nowhere…
Is there anybody alive out there?
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