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Rule #2: Never Trust Clear Channel Communications

I was listening to Real Radio 105.3 yesterday, and at 10:00am, I heard what I thought was the opening to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of The Moon. The steady heartbeat never gave way to any clattering or even a recognized vocal personality. Instead, some electronic explosion encompassed my stereo:

“Atlanta! Ya no se la egual!” (Atlanta, you know no equal!)
“Vive la differencia!” (Experience the difference!)
“Pronto….” (Soon….)
“Viva ciento cinco punto tres.” (Viva 105.3)

I thought it was a hoax, but I double-checked with ClearChannel, who issued a statement declaring their intention to open new doors to a Spanish-language format in some of their markets; the first being Atlanta with Viva 105.3 (WWVA-FM) and Viva 105.1 (WVWA-FM). Seems a little ludicrous to simulcast on two frequencies–especially when they’re so close together.

Atlanta radio now, officially, sucks. I have been a long-time fan, but I am forced to keep my presets on 96.1 FM until I can secure an alternative.

Guess I have to move back to Athens to get some decent stations.

Viva Owl Radio (WKSU-FM)

“Clear Channel Radio Expands Commitment To Spanish-Language Radio”
www.clearchannel.com
www.clearchannelsucks.org

 

New TMBG: The Spine by They Might Be Giants

So I picked up the new TMBG album, The Spine, today; I must say, it is quite good–a nice mix of old style Apollo 18 sounds with newer Mink Car and Factory Showroom tunes. While rapping with EJ about the new tracks, I came across a quiz: “Which TMBG Album Are You?”. One could never resist….

You Are Lincoln

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Which They Might Be Giants album are you?

In other news, credit cards paid off. Affluence begins.

Another Lucky Day

The day started out routine enough, I took Diana down to Z93 to pick up her tickets, and who should I happen to meet but Frank Jackson, programming director for the station. The guy was cool, wearing a ball cap and polo shirt, and asked us if we wanted tickets to see an advance screening of some new movie coming out next week. I took the opportunity to ask him about internships. He and I talked for a few minutes in the board room, and he seemed very interested in the fact that I was very excited about radio, so he gave me the name and number of the person in charge of that section of business for Infinity Broadcasting and told me to tell her that I had talked to him personally and that I was very interested in interning for Z93 (her office is at V103). She’ll give me all the information I need as soon as I call her Monday afternoon.

From there, we went into the city via Lenox Road, stopping for a jaunt around Phipps Plaza to gawk at the expensive taste. I took a few roads I had never actually been down before, and the thrill of discovery–even in the mundane–was very invigorating. We parked in a small $3 lot at the corner of 10th and Spring and began our trek.

First, toward the new 17th Street bridge we walked and took a few pictures around there and Atlantic Station before heading up toward Georgia Tech. We stopped at the new Turner complex to take a picture of the building, but were accosted by security guards who thought our camera and tripod setup was some sort of dangerous threat to Mr. Turner. So after a brief holdup with a security guard and a genial groundskeeper, we moved on to downtown, stopping to take pictures along the way. With no more interference from meddling security guards, we got some pretty good photos along Peachtree Street before running out of memory down by Peachtree Plaza and the Hard Rock Cafe.

Anyway, it was a pretty good day all-in-all, and I’ve got some really good photos to put in my portfolio. Now, to just adjust them in Photoshop….

Lucky Day

So I started the day usual enough–slow wakeup on a day off. Met Zach and Chris at Ru Sans for lunch around 12 or 12:30, can’t quite remember exactly–not that it matters anyway. Zach had brought a few of his high school cronies that I was to make acquaintance to, but The Edge was nowhere to be found. Turns out that Loser Stoner Boy (Zach) forgot to mention the spring break outing to young Eric. Well, it turns out that he couldn’t make it anyway, so we partook of sushi grudgingly without him.

I got a phone call while eating lunch, and, for some reason or other, answered it. It was Melissa from Z93 calling to tell me that I had won tickets to see Bob Dylan at the Tabernacle next week. You see, last weekend, Diana (Nadia’s roommate) and I went to the Dogwood Festival downtown since Nadia had left for the Caribbean and Joe, her boyfriend, had to work. Just for shits and giggles, we both entered the contest. Couldn’t hurt, could it? So I won, and, it was, without saying, fucking awesome!

So, after lunch, Chris, Zach, Zach’s friend (can’t remember her name), and I head to the station to pick up my tickets. Chris asked about internships and was directed to call back next week sometime. I’ll hafta see what pans out from that; perhaps he and I both could get on over there.

Well, since we were already on the North Side, we decided to grab some beignets at Crescent City. Just after ordering, I get another call, this time from Sarah (at Borders), saying that I was supposed to be in at 3:00. It was 3:22. Turns out my day off is tomorrow. So, we get our beignets, eat quickly, and head back toward Kennesaw. While eating, I get yet ANOTHER phone call–from Diana:

“Hello!”
“Hey you, guess what!”
“What?”
“You know those Bob Dylan tickets we registered to win?”
“Yeah?”
“I just won!”
“Holy shit! I just won them, too!”
“Omigod! Really?”
“Yeah, just picked ’em up….”

Uncanny.

So we eat and get back on the road. Traffic was atrocious, but it coulda been worse–a tractor-trailer truck jackknifed just a mile or so behind us blocking all northbound traffic.

So I drop everybody off back at their cars, and head into work. Typical day there; never really any excitement.

That brings us up to the present and stream of consciousness. That’s been the story of an interesting day. Tomorrow, I’m taking Diana to get her tickets and then we’re gonna bebop around Atlanta and take some photos, maybe meet Joe and hang out around Georgia State a while. We shall see.

…And I feel fine….

Past couple days I’ve had a sore shoulder. I go to the doctor today and find out that I’ve got a strained muscle in my neck that’s causing it. Not much I can do except give it rest, ice for ten minutes, heat for ten minutes, and take 800mg of Ibuprofen every eight hours.

I can’t feel my legs.

Egad, I Have A Blog

So I finally got a LiveJournal. No, it’s not going to be like one of those angsty teenage crybaby “pity me” blogs that so permeate the web nowadays, I’ll probably only make entries when something noteworthy happens or if I come across some bit of wit or decide to comment on the state of the world in general. Anyway, this is simply a place to start from, and I shall continue to go forth on the great adventure that is life.

Stay tuned.

I never have trusted people named Dave….

I Just thought that I’d rant on the (not too) recent collapse of my favourite radio station, Z93: the place that I was almost guaranteed a job at as soon as I was back in school full time. Now it’s this “Dave FM” crap, and I will have nothing to do with it. The question is: what happened to Mara, Willard, Frank, Adam, and even Dunham? Art “Mad Man” Mehring is on Real Radio 105.3 now, which has become my crutch. That and 96 Rock. At least 96 Rock still plays rock and roll–not lame crap rock like Loggins and Messina or (shudder) Sheryl Crow on Dave FM. Rock Without Rules? More like the doldrums of popular music.

www.z93.com
www.929davefm.com
www.z93.com/staff/art.html
www.radio-info.com
www.realradio1053.com